Chapter 997 228. Son of the North, but Martin
What kind of person is Martin? Others don’t know, but Annan doesn’t know?
To say that he fell asleep on the sentry post, fell down, caught a cold in the cold wind, and treated friendly troops as enemies... Annan was not surprised at all. But eliminated a dozen spies who had evil intentions and wanted to sneak into the military camp?
Annan might as well believe that Lily is a god.
If the situation is true, there is only one possibility: he is not Martin.
The more Annan thought about it, the more frightened he became. Martin's body was taken over! ?
"Well, the process did have some twists and turns..."
The messenger mistook Martin for the wrong password and mistook the spy who answered the correct password for the spy who answered the wrong password. This was considered a bad intention but a good deed.
This time it was much more reasonable, but Annan still didn't believe it: "He really killed people, or so many people?"
"Well, one arrow, one, no one escaped."< br>
The messenger spoke with some reverence. He didn't know Martin's past, he just thought Lord Annan's cousins were so powerful——
Annan hesitated again: "You're talking about Martin?"
"Of course."
"Tall, short brown hair?"
"Hmm."
"Two eyes, one nose and one mouth?"
"Uh...who isn't?"
"You don't look very smart?"
"It's a little bit... ”
“You are lazy, don’t know how to adapt, and have no emotional intelligence”
The messenger said loudly: "My lord, I am very sure that he is your cousin!"
"Okay... go and ask Renaldo if there are any important guests who have not arrived yet?"
The messenger ran out and came back, saying that all the guests had arrived, and there were still a few distinguished guests who were not suitable to be here and would visit privately later.
"Okay, let's go to the city guard camp."
Having doubts about "who is the person pretending to be Martin?" Annan and Maria rushed to the camp.
Martin, who was previously "a relative of a certain big shot", turned into a "ranger with superb skills" and was being entertained by the city guards.
Annan stared at Martin who stood up when he saw him coming. He held the amulet and asked quickly: "What did you say to me the day we first met?"
"Where am I? I know," Martin said meekly.
Annan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Martin was still Martin.
So what happened is true?
This is even more incredible than Martin not being Martin...
“I didn’t even know you could use a bow and arrow.”
“I didn’t know either.”
“What?” Annan Like he didn't hear clearly.
"Uncle Huolin taught me."
Annan knew that Uncle Hollin knew how to hunt, but according to him, that was ten years ago, which meant that Martin was less than ten years old when he last used a bow and arrow... Could it be that Martin was a genius?
Although the words Martin and genius are not closely related, what if he really has the talent of a ranger...
With some strange expectations, Annan temporarily put the spy's Identity aside, let Martin perform it again.
Someone brought a bow and arrow, and Annan asked him: "Are you the city guard?"
"No, sir, the city guard is there..."
The soldier pointed at the city guard who was sitting beside him in a daze.
“What happened to him?”
“The City Guard almost went crazy when he heard that the spies answered the correct passwords...”
The City Guard was frightened It was so serious that he thought Martin had killed more than a dozen friendly soldiers.
"I can understand." Annan said empathetically.
If Martin suddenly came to the city lord's mansion one day and said that he had caught a spy, he would also have to wonder if Martin had captured the Freedom Blade.
Taking the bow and arrow, Annan suddenly remembered something: "Is this the bow Martin used before?"
"No." "Change to the one you used before and get another apple. "
The soldier looked back at the city guard and looked embarrassed: "We have no fruit..."
"Then bring a target."
In order to prevent the fragile dream from being shattered, Annan even asked Martin to return to the watchtower, and then placed the target on the blood-stained snow, trying to recreate the previous scene. One scene.
Annan and Maria followed and stood on the guard tower, asking the soldiers to stand far away, and said to Martin with encouragement: "Try it."
Martin pursed his lips, Nocking an arrow, drawing a bow, and aiming at the target next to the torch.
The snowy wind howled, obliquely blowing and blurring my vision. At a certain moment, it seemed that there was a gap between the changes in the wind and snow. Martin, who was holding his breath, seized this momentary opportunity and let go of his hand.
Phew——
The arrow disappeared into the wind and snow, followed by a scream from the target.
Shot!
Annan thought excitedly. Aunt Susan would be extremely happy to know - wait a minute, the target will scream?
He leaned to the guardrail and looked down. There was a faint scream coming from the darkness: "I surrender! I am a spy sent by the Purifying Court. Give me treatment quickly. I don't want to die-"
He was a spy arranged by the Purification Court to enter the camp in advance, and he was planning to cooperate with his accomplices inside and outside. Unexpectedly, he had been discovered... He actually foolishly moved closer...
"What!?" Annan was shocked.
In this way, Martin once again found a spy.
Facing the lucky Martin, Annan could only convince himself by saying "Goddess of Luck glanced at Martin for some reason".
Annan even wanted the city guards to stand in a row and let Martin shoot. Whoever he shot would be a spy, but it was too childish to take the lives of the soldiers in this way.
So until the reason is found...
"You are not allowed to use bows and arrows anymore." Annan pointed at Martin and said.
“You don’t even want to praise me for a job well done.” Martin complained dissatisfiedly.
"Ahem...you did a good job. I will send you back to Liberty City now and let Aunt Susan reward you."
Annan said and opened the portal: "Go back quickly. .”
"I don't want it!"
"No, it's too dangerous here."
"Martin can protect himself." Martin waved his bow and arrow.
“I don’t——”
“Take him with you.” Maria suddenly said, “Maybe he can bring unexpected joy.”
Annan looked sideways: "Do you know what's going on?"
"I can vaguely guess something...Have you heard of the Sons of the North?"
Annan shook his head.
"What in the north?" Martin asked in a muffled voice.
"Son of the North." Marita said again.
"Son of what?"
"...The Son of the North is an ancient legend spread in the North. It is said that some people will be protected by the North when they are born, and everything will go smoothly..."
"You also said it was a legend."
"The Stern clan did discover something about the legend..."
Annan wanted to say that this was too unscientific, but This is the world of magic...
He tried to say to Martin: "I order you to develop improved magic gunpowder."
"What is magic gunpowder?"
"This kind of protection is just to avoid danger..." Mary Ya added.
"Okay, let Martin follow us first." Annan closed the portal.
Son of the North...
When Annan was suspicious of Martin, the city guard officer who had recovered his mood ran up and asked when the interrogation would start.
I almost forgot about business.
"Let's go now." Annan said.
(End of this chapter)