Chapter 62: Mr. Planner's Psychoanalysis
It's starting to rain.
The raindrops were heavy and heavy. But it's also sparse.
Judging from the actions of passers-by to avoid the rain, it seems that the raindrops have been falling for a while......
But Annan and his party were unaware of this.
It's as if they've just entered another world......
"Is it a hallucination?"
Salvatore reached out and put his arm on Annan's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Yes...... That person? β
He already had some trust in Annan's wisdom.
ββ¦β¦ Not like. β
Annan said slowly.
Because it makes no sense.
If Gerald could easily create an enchantment that would keep passers-by out of the elements, and still be unnoticed by anyoneβeven the Chief Graduate of the Blacktower wouldn't be aware of it.
Then, he would have been able to easily separate and kill the two of them. If the disparity in strength is so large, scheming and vigilance are meaningless.
"How much do you know about this man?"
Annan asked suddenly.
"Bishop Daryl, you say?"
Salvatore shook his head: "I've only heard the name. And the name doesn't look like it's a common name in the kingdom, and it doesn't even have a surname. I also didn't see the name in the previous newspapers.
"But the news from the Black Tower confirmed that he was indeed the Bishop of Roseburg...... So, I suspect it might be a pseudonym. β
"Can the bishop still use a pseudonym?"
"Rarely, but there are."
Salva replied affirmatively: "Because there are some 'names' that are already dead......
"I think you can see what I mean."
"That's right."
Annan nodded slowly.
The "name" is dead...... That is, the true identity of this person is long dead in the eyes of most people.
That's why you need to use a pseudonym?
"Hello, you...... Dear Lords! β
At this moment, Annan suddenly heard a thin young man's voice sound: "May I ask if it's Young Master Don Juan Geraint?" β
Annan looked back and saw that it was a thin boy with some freckles on his face. He looked sixteen or seventeen years old at most, and the moment he met Annan's ice-blue pupils, there was a look of surprise in his eyes β but that concentration was soon overwhelmed by fear and timidity.
"It's me."
Annan replied calmly: "What's the matter?" β
His voice was childish, calm and melodious, like the clear waters of a lake. Even if there are many players between the opponent and him, it can be clearly transmitted to the opponent's ears.
"It's your invitation!"
The young man didn't dare to look up at Annan, but his face turned red, and he said with more and more difficulty: "It's an invitation from Lord Viscount Bar!" He asked you to come over at once and prepare a dinner party for you......"
As he spoke, he handed over the invitation.
The first player reached out to take the invitation, then took a picture and handed it to the next person.
The next person has a good look, takes a picture with the invitation, and then passes it on to the next person.
Salvatore was at a loss as he watched the group each shake the invitation in their ears and then solemnly hand it over to the next person.
What are they, what are they doing......
Is this also some kind of etiquette of the people of the royal capital......
He reached out and took the invitation, then subconsciously learned the movements of the players, shook it in his ear, and then handed it to Annan.
ββ¦β¦ Poof. β
Salvatore faintly heard the faint sound of laughter.
He was immediately annoyed.
Is it a non-standard action? Ah, yes, I can't let go of my movements, and I don't dare to raise my hand......
ββ¦β¦ Actually, you don't have to. β
Annan looked at Salvatore's somewhat embarrassed appearance, couldn't help but whisper a word of persuasion, reached out to take the invitation and opened it.
Salvatore just nodded and didn't say anything more.
But in his heart, he couldn't help but criticize his subconscious timidity.
No, it's actually very simple. I just can't let it go. Is it because you were born in the countryside that you are afraid......
This problem must be overcome.
The status of these guards was lower than his own, and he was a little nervous and a little afraid. When he sees a wizard from the royal capital in the future, how can he talk to the other party normally?
Fortunately, Salvatore had made full use of his excellent memory and engraved this etiquette into his brain - in fact, he had been constantly remembering the strange actions of Annan and his entourage for the past few days, and silently jotted them down.
At the same time, he also deeply felt the cultural differences between small places like Lairwater Port and Zedi and the bustling royal capital-
"Only three people?"
Annan shook the invitation in his hand and asked softly, "Do you know what is written on it?" β
His pair of ice-blue pupils quietly watched the young man who had come to deliver the letter, but he lowered his head in fear.
"Yes...... The Viscount has specifically instructed youβ"
"I suppose such a big Viscount's Mansion shouldn't be too poor to accommodate my guards, right?"
Annan interrupted the other party: "We will all arrive." That's what you say - you go. β
ββ¦β¦ Be. β
The young man didn't dare to say anything, but just bowed to Annan in embarrassment and left in a hurry.
Annan looked deeply at his back and beckoned Salvatore and Jiu'er to get back into the car.
Salvatore couldn't help but ask, "Are we really going?" Bishop Daryl wasn't ...... before"
"It's raining heavily," Annan replied, "and we'll have to find a place to shelter from the rain." I don't think the Viscount's Mansion will leak rain. β
"No, I meanβ"
"Three people."
Annan interrupted Salvatore again and reminded.
Salvatore was slightly stunned when he heard this.
He realized something.
He frowned and said with some uncertainty: "But we are two people......"
"That's too deliberate."
Annan replied, "Because we have two transcendents. If he just said that only the two of us were allowed to enter, it would mean that he had shown us that only the transcendent were allowed to enter. Such conditions are too easy to associate. β
The black-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at Salvatore and asked seriously, "The question now is, senior...... How did he know that there were two transcendents among us? β
"This one is easy to detect."
Salvatore quickly replied: "Hunters can do it in all professions. β
"Hunter?"
"Well, cursed hunter. A relatively rare profession...... They can demarcate their own 'hunting grounds', monitor the presence of curses and locate each other's locations. And the transcendent and the nightmare are the polymers of the curse...... Unless there is a curse or ability to hide the curse, all transcendents are visible within the hunter's range. β
Salvatore frowned slightly and warned, "The entry gates of the underground passages of various countries will be guarded by gold-level hunters. Many grand ceremonies are guarded by hunters, and transcendents who live in big cities are called to the door from time to time to interrogate their identities......
"Viscount Barber is a very old nobleman, and it is not surprising that he can recruit hunters. However, it is important to note that the transcendents who are hunted by the hunters can become their new spell through rituals. They can also get some abilities out of it.
"It's not a traditional way of destroying the opponent's carrier and inheriting the opponent's spell to gain some of the opponent's abilities...... Instead, just set up a new spell. Convert the opponent's curse bearer into a temporary spell and use their abilities around the opponent's curse.
"Generally speaking, the new spell of the hunter profession is that you can't kill anyone else by killing this transcendent being. Therefore, the higher the hunter, the more limited the way of fighting...... But it's also often incredibly powerful. β
"So we're being targeted by hunters?"
Annan laughed instead.
The speculation in his mind became more and more certain.
First of all, this is definitely the Hongmen Feast.
Because they have basically torn their faces between them. If the Viscount was in league with Gerald, he didn't need to do anything more.
In the common sense of ordinary transcendents, the combination of a hunter and a wizard must be far greater than the cooperation of two young wizards. And one of them is still a transformation wizard, and he has no survivability at all. This is still when the Viscount has not recruited any other transcendents, and he has already occupied an all-round advantage.
After all, as Salvatore said...... The ability of a wizard is largely related to age. The older the wizard, the more powerful the spell becomes.
It is impossible for the other party to know that Annan has four times the mana of ordinary wizards. In other words, when he estimated Annan's actual combat effectiveness, he must have underestimated him.
And now he came over and let Annan only bring one or two people in, which will make Annan, who was already very vigilant, decisively refuse to participate in the banquet.
After all, this is tantamount to exposing the truth that there is a very high probability that there is a "hunter" on the other side to help. Turn this hunter from darkness to light.
You know, that guy didn't even dare to send a large army to intercept and kill Annan in the middle of the road - that was the real way to ensure that Annan was killed, and even Annan himself didn't know how to deal with it. Can only be ready to run away at any time.
But as soon as Annan entered the city, the viscount planned to do something. But he still did not dare to send troops, but tried to assassinate or poison himself at the banquet......
In other words, the viscount actually didn't take Annan to heart at all...... Instead of confronting him as an equal enemy, but an enemy that can be easily killed with a conspiracy.
Annan scoffed.
But it also makes sense. His age is the best disguise...... Especially for an old man like Lord Viscount, he will undoubtedly be more contemptuous of Annan's youth than ordinary people.
Because his only advantage is "experience". This is the strength on which he has maintained his dignity and proved his wisdom, and he will not discard this merit.
Therefore, he will definitely design a conspiracy out of "experience advantage". And definitely not to overestimate Annan's wisdom...... He might think that Salvatore is the dominant part of the team.
ββ¦β¦ That's it. So, senior. β
Annan calmly analyzed: "The question is, what would you do if you were the leader? I mean, without meeting Bishop Daryl. β
"I'll still be at the party."
Salvatore pondered for a moment and replied softly, "Because in front of Gerald, numbers are our disadvantage.
"He can control multiple people, and the more guards you have, the more danger we have. So the three of us went in, and if we really fought, it would be more convenient to act. β
"βherein lies the problem."
Annan spoke, "There is no doubt that the Viscount must have known about this. He also knew that our numbers were a huge disadvantage to Gerald.
"So, they exposed one thing."
ββ¦β¦ The two of them, not in a gang? β
Salvatore's pupils shrank and he blurted out.
"That's why I asked the messenger to go back and inform the Viscount that I must bring someone in," Annan added calmly, "and judging by the Viscount's scheming style, I'm sure he'll back down." A dozen elite warriors under Gerald's command were undoubtedly a threat to him. So whether he decided to leave before or not, he would definitely leave after hearing the reply...... When we get in, I'm afraid we won't see the hunter at all, and we won't see the viscount at all.
"There will only be one person waiting for us β Gerrard. But that's our chance. β
Annan crossed his fingers with his hands, put them on his knees, and replied calmly: "Very simple psychological analysis, see and smile." β
This is common sense in planning.