After paying the entrance fees of more than 20 people, Annan and his entourage successfully entered Roseburg.

Of course, it must have been Salvatore's money. After Annan stared at El Salvatore for a moment, the senior retreated in defeat—obviously embarrassed to go out with such a young child and ask the other party to pay.

Annan has now begun to seriously consider whether to hurry up and get some money. At the very least, it needs to be enough for daily expenses.

always uses Salvatore as a Kaizi, even if the other party doesn't mind, his own role will have problems sooner or later.

It's just a stinginess.

How can there be a nobleman who usually lives such a poor ghost......

"Excuse me—"

Suddenly, Annan heard someone outside the carriage shouting, "Is it Master Geraint in the car?" ”

Who is it?

Annan's heart moved, and he didn't talk.

He looked at Salvatore, who understood, and raised his voice: "I'm Salvatore Heta." Who are you? ”

"I am the Bishop of the Silver Lord, Darryl. Honorable Son of the Black Tower......"

The man outside the car smiled and said, "I think you may have heard of me." ”

“…… I've heard the name. He was the bishop of Roseburg and was said to be very capable. ”

Salvatore looked at Annan and asked in a low voice, "Go down and have a look?" ”

"You can go and check it out, maybe they're here to help us."

Annan said in a deep voice: "After all...... It has to do with that person. ”

Salvatore understood.

Annan glanced around and motioned for the players to move closer to him.

In fact, Salvatore had already agreed with Annan that it would be up to Annan to decide what would happen after entering the city.

Soul Reavers are experts at manipulating people's minds. Even without spells, they are usually good at it.

After all, Salvatore harbored murderous intent towards Gerald, and Gerald's side should have known about it...... This means that he is likely to use Salvatore's murderous intent to lead him to make mistakes.

And Annan didn't know Gerald at all. This means that he can't be induced by the other party to always remain calm - especially when the two disagree, Salvatore has to start to reflect on whether he has been unknowingly influenced.

This was the countermeasure that Annan and Salvatore discussed in the carriage while on the road.

Naturally, the whole process was also broadcast live in real time by the wine that stayed by Annan's side.

On the one hand, players are nervous and excited about the strength of the enemies they are about to encounter...... On the other hand, I was convinced of the conjecture that "Don Juan is the protagonist of this game".

Although the cover of this game is Don Juan, there are always exceptions.

For example, a certain Kanban girl has no sense of existence......

But you see, is it possible for ordinary people to be so smart when they are twelve or thirteen years old? When ordinary people are twelve or thirteen years old, do they act so calmly and calmly?

Annan's words of wisdom convinced the players of the idea of hugging their thighs and waiting for the plot to kill......

After all, they had come into contact with the transcendent powers of this world many times now. They have also realized that although they can easily defeat the private armies disguised as bandits, their combat effectiveness is almost worthless compared to those transcendental.

In their entire team, there were only two transcendents.

- So, I should be here to run a scene, do a chore, and clear out the mobs, right?

In the end, it must be a string of CG cutscenes, Don Juan's young master and Panda Eye have grown up to be powerful, right?

The foot men thought very optimistically.

And Annan's idea is very different from that of the players.

He just said to the short girl beside him silently and coldly, "Protect me, Jiu'er—protect me with your life." ”

"I'll do it! Not...... Hey? ”

The wine replied briskly and casually.

But she paused, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Without hesitation, she said unusually firmly and fluently, "Please rest assured, young master. I'm not going to let any attack get close to you—"

…… Whenever he saw this scene, Salvatore felt very incomprehensible.

How did Don Juan find such a group of die-hard guards?

But in fact, Annan only sent a temporary mission to Jiu'er.

[Temporary Mission: Personal Guard]

[Mission requirements: In Roseburg, protect Don Juan Gerainte at all times, blocking any arrows, spells, poisoned wine and daggers that may attack; Until this quest fails, resurrect at no cost and ignore the number of respawns per day]

[Special Needs: The final reward will be distributed according to the satisfaction of "Don Juan Geraine"]

Seeing the requirements of this task, Jiu'er understood.

Flashing the hook. She's good at this......

If she hadn't felt that this would bother the little young master very much, she would definitely cling to Annan's side, and then after leaving the carriage, she stretched out her arms and shouted:

"Blom is here ——!"

Of course, when this task appeared, she also took a screenshot and posted it to the forum for the first time.

And especially Aite Lin Yiyi.

Considering his impression in Annan's heart, Jiu'er just smiled reservedly, and then opened the car door courteously and helped Annan get out of the car.

Seeing this scene, Salvatore, who got out of the car by himself, had a more complicated mood.

Especially after he saw that the other guards had instead cast envious glances at Jiu'er after hearing this order, he felt even more confused.

It's weird, this group of people is really weird......

Are the guards from the royal capital so good-looking, powerful, and so reliable?

Could it be that the rumors are wrong?

Don Juan Geraint was not Count Geraint's least favorite son, but his first heir?

Is his eldest son just a front? A target to protect Don Juan from assassination?

Salvatore could only think so.

Surrounded and protected by the players, Annan got out of the car, and Annan also saw the man who stopped the car.

That's a ...... A man who looks like a priest of the Silver Lord.

Bishop Darryl has a broad face, kind eyebrows, and large ears, which can be called fat-headed and big-eared. His hair was completely shaved and he had a kind smile on his face all the time. Although he looks very old, his skin is still quite delicate, and it is impossible to tell his real age.

He wears a white suit of the same style as that of Priest Louis. But the bishop's garment was evidently suffering from a suit of this type—the same white gown, which looked so slim and handsome to Priest Louis, seemed to prove to the Bishop's excellent ability to withstand it, and the fabric on his stomach seemed a little tight, as if it would fly out if he bent down hard and buttoned it.

And in the pocket of his chest, he carried a silver pocket watch similar to that of the priest Louis. Unlike Priest Louis, his pocket watch was smaller and looked more like a silver coin.

But what is more memorable than the Bishop's overly majestic figure is the two rows of golden teeth that he showed when he smiled.

Yes, he has a whole mouthful of gold teeth.

When you smile, you will shine extraordinarily brightly.

Annan was very envious.

"Salute to the silver coin, Bishop Darryl."

Annan and Salvatore respectfully paid homage to the bishop.

The players behind him reacted half a beat slower, and also followed Annan's movements to salute him.

Bishop Daryl just smiled in response, took out the pocket watch, and opened it with a snap: "May you also be loved by Silver Lord today, lovely children......"

"I'm young, so I just asked, you can't blame me."

Annan made full use of every advantage he had to offer, and asked without shame: "Did you have anything to say to me when you stopped us?" ”

"Yes, little sir."

Bishop Daryl smiled and said, "Count Geraint wrote to me in advance to ask me to take care of you more. ”

"My father knows you?"

Annan asked with some surprise, a little wary in his heart.

The bishop just waved his hand and said with a smile: "Actually, I did not know your father, but your grandfather.

"I am a good friend of your grandfather, little sir. If you want to call me, you should call me grandpa. ”

The bald fat bishop, who looked no more than forty or fifty years old, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

"So, Grandpa Darryl."

Although he felt that this was taking advantage of him, Annan did not hesitate at all, and shouted without hesitation, and went back to the previous topic by the way: "What are you looking for me?" ”

"A suggestion. For the sake of the sons of the old man. ”

The smile on Bishop Darryl's face narrowed slightly, and his tone became more formal: "Alvin Barber will invite you to the banquet later...... I personally advise you not to go.

"This is not your hatred. Either way. ”

His voice fell, and a blinding electric light fell.

Annan blinked, and the fat bishop was gone.

It was only then that he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, and his chest was cold.

Thunder suddenly sounded in the distance and rolled like wheels. The surrounding passers-by screamed in surprise, their steps were a little faster, and they were ready to go home to avoid the rain.

Annan suddenly realized-

After the appearance of this strange fat man.

There was no one passing by in the street, and he didn't feel the cool breeze before the heavy rain at all.

Annan looked up and saw that the sky was overcast and dark clouds were pressing down on the city.

The wind is getting stronger.