Chapter 91 90. Crow Messenger
The beautiful countess claimed to have met Levi's when she was a child, so Annan tried his best to hide her identity with shyness.
"Brother An Ning, can you tell us about the Reeves family?"
Sitting next to the countess, the little girl who was only eight or nine years old tilted her head cutely.
“No.”
Because Annan himself didn’t know. But the girl didn't know that Annan didn't know. She pursed her pink lips in grievance, and her eyes welled up with mist.
The Countess exuded maternal love and gently touched her soft hair: "The Twelve Kings of the North are the bedrock that protects the North. Many things are secrets, and it is right not to tell you. "
"Oh."
The girl wiped the tears from her eyes, raised her head and said cautiously: "I'm sorry, Brother An Ning..."
"Annan"
Annan gently corrected the girl's pronunciation.
"Peace."
The girl who was missing her front teeth said in a sweet voice, causing the ladies to chuckle.
Annan's rosy cheeks faded slightly and turned light pink again.
The considerate Countess saw Annan's dilemma and explained to him: "Girls, go and enjoy the banquet. Our King in the North wants to be quiet."
With chuckles, the young girls winked at Annan and walked away, taking Dela away with them. A bold noblewoman quietly thrust a note into Annan's palm as she passed by.
"Please sit here, Levis...I'm sorry, I should call you Mr. Annan."
The countess pointed to the sofa next to her. Annan wanted to say no, but he happened to see the ravine that appeared when the Countess leaned forward.
"Okay..."
When he sat opposite the countess, his pair of white and shiny legs that stretched out the fluffy skirt and posed in an elegant posture became the new focus. Annan tried to meet the Countess' eyes, but almost fell into those eyes that looked like the full moon, and the opening and closing of her red lips made her mouth dry. Annan had no choice but to climb up the tall bridge of his nose.
"Sorry, my husband, Earl Morgan, passed away a few days ago, so I didn't have time to invite you as a guest..."
"It doesn't matter." Annan didn't care if it was an excuse or something, and asked casually, "Why did the Earl pass away?" Is it because of an accident?”
“No, he is too old...”
The countess twisted her handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.
Annan blinked blankly.
"My husband was already seriously ill when you were attacked. He expressed his regret to me after hearing about you." The countess looked at Annan sadly and appreciatively, "Morgan has passed away. Fortunately, you are fine... ”
Annan smiled implicitly, as if he felt that this sentence was not quite right.
"Your Majesty, King of the North, where do you live now?"
"You can just call me Annan." Annan replied, "I live in the wine lady's manor."
This is no secret. Rumors of his affair with the Wine Lady spread along with "The Revenant".
"Then you also have to call me Madam, or my name, Maria."
"...Okay Madam."
The change of title did not alleviate Annan's restraint.
"Will you offend the wine lady by living there?" The countess was still worried about whether Annan would be made trouble: "And I heard about your attack... Annan, you Can you move to the Earl's Manor temporarily? No one will dare to bully you here."
"It's okay, Ms. Wine is the same as you..."
By the time Annan realized he had said the wrong thing, it was already too late. "I'm sorry. I mean, my friends will protect me."
"It doesn't matter..." The countess flashed a hint of loneliness, "It may be a little abrupt, but Sir Annan, I can use the countess's I have a favor to ask of you?”
“Please tell me.”
“The manor has been a lot empty since my husband passed away, and the servants and children are always talking about your story. Can I invite you to the manor?”
“Of course”
Annan could feel the countess' care and love like an elder - although it seemed a bit strange because she was too beautiful.
"How did you and the wine lady meet?"
"It was an accident. I worked in the pub after I was rescued..."
These are also not secrets, Annan only picked out the interesting things that happened in the tavern and told them to the countess. Being alone made her unexpectedly like these stories, and her smile was rippling and sparkling. "So you changed your name to Annan at this time."
"Yes..."
Fortunately, the countess seemed more interested in the wine lady: "Is she beautiful?"
"Yes."
"Then is she as beautiful as me?"
The Countess' eyes fell on Annan with expectancy, and she raised her head slightly. This movement made the slender outline of her neck clearer and more elegant.
"Of course not as beautiful as you." Annan said honestly, "I have never seen your beauty..."
The countess and the wine lady are like the little king and the big king in poker, regardless of appearance, Body or status.
Speaking of poker...
"Thank you..."
The countess chuckled cheerfully, no woman doesn't like to praise, and then wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Husband After my death, I haven’t been so happy for a long time.”
"I want to give you a gift, Annan."
"What?"
Feeling a little dull, Annan sat up straight slightly. When he talked about this, he was no longer bored.
"The palace painter from the royal capital rushed to the manor a few days ago and painted a portrait for my husband. I can ask him to paint one for you too."
Annan leaned back again Back to the soft sofa.
"Don't you like it?"
Annan thought for a while and said: "Can the portrait of the court painter move?"
"Can it move..." The countess's eyes paused on Annan's chest. , "Only magic painting can do that."
Annan could not imagine the meaning of sitting in one place for several hours just for a portrait. But the countess is worth getting to know regardless of her status.
“Since it is your invitation...when?”
"So what are you doing now? I'm a little tired too..."
"Well...of course."
Standing up, Annan reached out his hand to help the countess up in a gentlemanly manner, but the countess did not He let go, but took Annan's arm and walked out under the envious gazes of the surrounding guests.
Annan could feel the countess's hot body temperature coming from the fabric against her arm.
“I found you!”
A black-haired girl suddenly stopped him.
Annan still has vivid memories of this girl from a cannibal family: "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Of course, come with me!"
"Sorry, I I still have things to do with the countess." Annan declined her invitation.
“You must follow me!”
The black-haired girl grabbed Annan's arm.
"Lorna Gilman. You should be more reserved and polite." The Countess stopped her rudeness.
The black-haired girl sniffed at her, showing disgust: "Your meat is smelly and old, I don't like it."
The countess's beauty was stained by a frown. .
Dumb——
At this time, the piercing crow interrupted the confrontation between the countess and the black-haired girl.
A fiery red afterimage flew into the banquet from the terrace, attracting everyone's attention.
Jeffrey Olmedo, who was smiling and chatting with the guests, looked at the fiery red silhouette lingering on Annan's shoulder.
"The Crow Messenger..."
(End of this chapter)