Chapter 472 Strange Fairy Tale

Annan had conceived many times before how he should return to the city.

He thought about asking the players to notify Maria and let his sister fly out to pick him up; he also thought about sending a main mission to summon the players and let them bring materials that could be used to construct the teleportation ceremony; he even thought about However, I will report to Kafni and the others that they are safe, and then I will not go back for the time being - I will take a few laps in Noah under the pretext of being kidnapped.

But no matter which way it is, Annan believes that he should be a calm winner when he goes back.

——He never imagined that he would be "sent back" by a courier after being packaged by the tragedy writer.

The tragic writer first ran to Noah's palace and explained the situation clearly.

Then, under the witness and supervision of the smiling and silent Sir Silver, a simple altar terminal was built in Cafney's room... Then he took the Silver Sir back together, and under the witness of the Silver Sir, Annan was regarded as "" Sacrifice to Tragic Writers" was transmitted.

For tragedians do accept living animals as sacrifices, while Silver Lords generally do not accept sacrifices. If it is accepted, it will only be some kind of contract - such as a house deed, a land deed, and a deed of sale, so the sacrifice ceremony for the silver knight cannot be established.

But in order to prevent the tragedies from sending Annan to some strange place... taking advantage of the trend to change "help Annan" into "kidnapping Annan", Sir Silver made a special trip to witness Annan being stuffed into the box, It became a "living sacrifice" and was sent to Kafni's room.

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Annan felt his head light up——

When the lid was lifted, a large circle of people surrounded it.

"...Is this some kind of new mood?"

Salvatore exclaimed: "Speaking of which, I have indeed read similar fairy tales. Tie yourself up, put them in a gift box, and secretly send them to your lover's house in this way...It's quite romantic. "

"...Are all the fairy tales of the Noah people so mature?"

Annan, who was squatting in the box, complained: "And is such a big gift box really undetectable?"

"You mean "Johnny and Cherry"? I heard that story from my nanny when I was a child."

Cafney frowned: "But the version I heard here is that Cherry chopped herself up and made soup, and delivered it to Jonny's room in batches by the maid. Then let Joe Ni put her bones back together and resurrected her in the attic."

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Annan was not the only one who was dumbfounded, but Maria next to him also felt that something was wrong: "Why did you do such a thing? What is the relationship between the two of them?"

"It's a relationship between lovers. They used to be husband and wife. Of course, if you want me to say that they are a couple of liars."

Cafney explained: "Johnny and Cherry are childhood sweethearts and robber mages..."

"My childhood friend's bandit mage is not bad, this element is quite complicated."

"—Annan, don't interrupt. Then, when they intercepted and killed a nobleman, they found out that he was the fiancé of a countess who hadn't met yet.

"This Countess is said to use distortion spells. She will kill a young girl every month to continue her youth..."

"The version I heard here is that she would bathe in the blood of a young girl."

Salvatore added: "Of course,

This is not reasonable. With this method, it is impossible to construct a ritual that is sufficient to extend lifespan. But if it's a distorted spell, it's much more reasonable..."

"Hey Hey hey……"

Annan, who was crouching in the box, had a more complicated expression.

Don't look for the rationality of fairy tales so seriously!

But Maria listened very engrossed.

"and after?"

she asked.

Cafney tilted her head, and after thinking about it for a while, she replied uncertainly: "I forgot the middle part. I probably intend to let Jonny take the place of that unlucky little nobleman to meet the Countess.

"But he fell in love with the Countess at first sight, and after getting married, he lived a very wealthy life."

"Then he must be handsome."

Annan complained: "It's really important to look good."

"However, Cherry is not satisfied. Seeing that Jonny is living a good life, she wants to unite with Jonny and get her some money. After he escapes later, she can also save some money - the countess is richer than the businessmen who come and go. too much.

"But Jonny was caught by the countess when she was secretly transporting money. She thought that Jonny was keeping a mistress, so she killed another girl who had a good relationship with Jonny. After that, the countess Allow any woman to enter her mansion and have contact with her husband."

"Is this really a fairy tale for children..."

Annan raised weak doubts again.

Noah's children... the fairy tales I read when I was young, are they so pure?

"What's next?"

Maria asked intently.

"Then Johnny was scared out of his wits," Salvatore spread his hands, "but he also missed Cherry very much. So he planned to take advantage of April's holy day to mix Cherry with the Countess as a gift." In 'Gift Tide', it was smuggled to the earl's mansion.

"However, I think this part is where the logic is weakest. If they want to steal the countess's money, there's no need to come in as a whole. It's not easy to go out like this."

"What I heard here is that Jonny misses Cherry very much, and definitely wants to see her again. Cherry will transport herself in... That kind of resurrection spell is also a special ability between them."

Cafney proposes different parts.

Salvatore objected: "But there is no such simple resurrection spell at all."

"Perhaps there used to be?"

"Impossible. If you want to use this method to resurrect, you must store your soul before cutting yourself open. Then transport the soul in a special trip... But if it is a mansion covered by the spell of the Imperial Order School, even the infiltration of the soul container will not be enough. An alarm will be set off..."

Salvatore immediately pointed out the irrationality of Cafney's version of the fairy tale from an academic point of view, and made a detailed analysis.

"—Come on, Thrall."

"Sister Valtore" angrily stretched out a hand from Salvatore's shoulder, covered his mouth, and let out a low and hoarse voice: "No one here wants to know whether this spell is reasonable or not." ..."

"It's outrageous that this fairy tale can be heard by children."

Annan couldn't help but shook his head again and again: "How old were you, did you hear stories about mutilating corpses and cheating? Oh, yes... the holy day of April, is this what happened in the United Kingdom?"

He suddenly reacted.

Since April is a holy day at the Chinese New Year level, this is not Noah's story.

It turned out to be a short story in a magazine from a neighboring country...

"And you don't look nervous at all."

Annan was a little puzzled: "I thought you were going crazy. I was worried that Kafni and her sister would go crazy, so I hurried back..."

"Because on the sage's stone I gave you, a simple detection ceremony was arranged."

Salvatore took the arm of "Sister Valtore" away, and said with a smile: "When I made this prop, I expected that you might be reluctant to use it, and the coma ended up somewhere...so There is an effect specially hidden, which can collect information around you when it is specially triggered by me.

"I feel that you are not panicking at all, and even dealt with the enemy in an orderly manner. I immediately mentioned it to the two Highnesses."

He spoke as if casually.

But Annan knew—this was Salvatore enough to trust Annan.

If Annan really did not come back in the end, Salvatore at the time would undoubtedly pay the price for his words.

Salvatore must have known, too.

But he still chose to believe in Annan. Or, if Annan can't fight against an unpredictable enemy... maybe they can't help. So what he can do is not to cause additional trouble for Annan.

"You guys were just talking about 'Johnny and Cherry'?"

After bringing Annan as a sacrifice, the tragedian and Sir Silver, who seemed to have stopped in place to discuss for a while, had just returned.

As soon as Sophocles appeared, he showed a wicked smile: "This is not a fairy tale made up. It is a real story..."

"...what your disciples do?"

Annan asked reflexively.

"how--"

Sophocles' eyes widened suddenly, looking innocent.

He sighed with some grief: "Your Majesty Tianche, do you actually have such an impression of me in your heart?"

"Why don't you start calling me Your Majesty Tianche..."

"—but," he changed the subject, "you're half right. Well, a third.

"Behind this matter, there is no push from my believers. But this story can be passed down..."

When Sophocles said this, he showed a cheerful smile: "I wrote the original version of "Johnny and Cherry."