Chapter 73 Viscount Barber's Response

The rain is fading.

And the wind is blowing—

After Gerald's corpse turned into a nightmare, an inexplicable strong wind blew past, making Annan's rain-wet hair a little messy.

He narrowed his eyes, reached out and slowly pressed his hair back down.

Although Annan felt that it might be cool to suddenly twist his hair back into a big back at this time... But obviously now is not the time for "Let me stand on the top".

"What's wrong?"

His movements stopped suddenly, and he vaguely heard noises coming from outside the human wall.

Annan raised his voice and asked, "It's such a heavy rain... Who is here?"

At the same time, he tapped Salvatore on the shoulder and gestured to him with a glance.

Salvatore is also clearly not an idiot.

The young wizard with short brown hair and heavy eye bags quickly reacted. He took two steps forward to pick up the ordinary-looking hammer and put it in his pocket quietly.

Soon there was a loud noise from outside the crowd, accompanied by chaotic footsteps and bright yellow lights, gathered from all directions.

"Excuse me, is Master Geraint still inside?"

Someone shouted outside: "Is he trapped!"

It was a tall man in leather armor with several medals hanging on his chest. He looks about forty years old, his temples are still a little gray, and he can see some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he is still in good spirits.

There was a huge looking pistol on his waist, and a steel long sword hung on the other side - this strange weapon configuration obviously attracted the players' idea.

Behind him was a row of young people dressed as security guards. They were holding strange oil lamps in their hands, which looked like vertical barrel-shaped lanterns, but the flames in them were green, and when the light reflected through the thin oil paper, it turned into a warm yellow.

"No, we are..."

"Yes, we are……"

"Hello, here..."

The players didn't know how to deal with it. Several people spoke to the man at the same time, but instead they became a mess. But more people were subconsciously unwilling to let the door open, so when they squeezed in, they pushed back without fear. For a moment, the narrow doorway became a mess.

At this moment, Annan's voice came from inside, clear, tender but majestic:

"I am Don Juan Geraint. Who are you?"

Annan added: "Let them in."

The human wall formed by the players did not hesitate to spread out to both sides until then, and the players who had spoken to the middle-aged man before also left him without hesitation.

This kind of prohibition obviously caused the middle-aged men and the police officers behind him to be stunned.

And the moment he saw Annan's face, he couldn't help but be shocked for a moment——

Just because Annan's rain-wet eyelashes, combined with his icy blue pupils, made him feel closer to inorganic matter. Like a puppet with two jewel eyes... giving the illusion of feeling cold, distant and indifferent.

But this is obviously an illusion.

A middle-aged man can roughly judge from Annan's subtle expressions, eyes and body language that he is a strong and gentle person who obeys order but is not timid.

This is his years of experience in judging cases.

He quickly reacted, gave Annan a standard salute, and said respectfully:

"Hello, esteemed lord. My name is Ferdinand, and I am the Deputy Chief of Police in Roseburg."

"You know now that I am your lord?"

Annan chuckled: "But you didn't say that when I entered the city before."

When he entered Roseburg before, he also tried to show his noble token,

This proves that this is the lord's convoy. But the young guards guarding the city gate only admitted the first half-they did respectfully escort Annan and his party to the street with the standard of entertaining nobles, but they did not admit that Annan was their lord.

Asked about the internal situation of Roseburg, he did not answer, and even collected city fees from Annan according to the standard of ordinary nobles.

But when Salvatore scolded him, the man said in confusion and certainty, "I've never heard of a lord coming", "Everyone doesn't know about it" and so on.

After that, Annan quickly stopped Salvatore, who wanted to get angry, and paid the money to enter the city with a mild attitude.

Of course, Annan, who was denied his identity, was mild-mannered...and the two things that Salvatore seemed to have nothing to do with this matter, but wanted to get angry, did not conflict.

After all, this entry fee was also paid by Kaizisa.

And Annan could see that the person really didn't know about it.

He should be a target pushed out by the Viscount. If Annan got mad at him, he'd be fooled.

And Deputy Police Commissioner Ferdinand was so held accountable by Annan, there was no surprise.

Obviously, he also came prepared.

As soon as Annan's words fell, the police chief of Ferdinand responded immediately: "I'm very sorry, Lord. Today is a newcomer guarding the city gate..."

For some reason, hearing his words, several players around couldn't help but laugh out loud. This made Chief Ferdinand's heart sink.

But he quickly adjusted back and added without changing his face:

"...The child's father died in the war before, so everyone was too accommodating to him, and he developed a habit of being a little lazy. But my lord, I assure you, his heart must be good... Absolutely I didn't mean to embarrass you. And I also brought all the entrance fee you paid. If you want it now, we can return it to you right away—"

interesting.

Annan raised his eyebrows slightly.

If the uncle came up and threw the pot on the young guard, Annan would have the opportunity to take the opportunity to get angry and blame them instead. But Ferdinand played emotional cards when he came up, and also hinted that Viscount Bart's battlefield background, the unity, stability and harmony within Roseburg, on the contrary, left Annan with nowhere to start for a while.

However, if this is the plan made by Viscount Babo, then he does not take Annan lightly. At least he is treated as an adult nobleman who can understand people's words... Judging from his pride, this is already considered to be very respectful of Annan.

So Annan was smart and didn't follow suit.

He just asked with a half-smile, "I think you guys are here to put out the fire, right?

"I didn't expect that the firefighting efficiency of the security guards in Roseburg would be so timely - then you go in and put out the fire, it will be bad for the fire to spread."

Annan made a clear and melodious voice with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Annan so calm, Ferdinand also had a headache.

The person who said it was more troublesome was Salvatore...

This little lord is so troublesome, how shrewd is that Salvatore... Should he be called the son of the Black Tower?

Ferdinand pondered for a long time, but decided to be safe, not to follow Annan's rhythm, but to act according to the script he got at the beginning:

"Come in and help put out the fire!"

Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand commanded loudly.

The police officers behind him responded one after another and rushed in...and began to tentatively put out the fire.

Where can the black fire be extinguished by water? But when they come here, they can't do nothing.

Even if you are busy, it is good to be a background board. Better than following behind Ferdinand and poking there as a street light...

The lights near the door quickly dimmed after the officers left.

In the darkness, the middle-aged deputy sheriff leaned into Annan's ear and whispered to him, "Lord Viscount, I want to thank you."

"He said... it was thanks to you that he was freed from the mind control of that vile dark wizard."

Ferdinand said without changing his face.