The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 12: Annan: I have a showdown

Nigel Elliott, now I believe that this man is indeed his fan. Rather than someone who is here to cause trouble for you.

To be able to say such things - to be able to appreciate one's own clumsy and futile attempts in those paintings is absolutely impossible for those barbarians to do.

"Ah...I'm sorry."

Nigel wiped his eyes and nodded somewhat reservedly: "It's probably been a long time since I heard about that past... I'm sorry."

"No, I am the one who should apologize."

The black-haired middle-aged man once again showed a cheerful smile: "I'm also sorry to say such secrets - after all, I thought this should be done after we got acquainted, talked while drinking, and talked about hugging each other. It's a topic that makes you cry and laugh at the same time. But I think only by mentioning this kind of thing can you believe that I am really your fan, right? Hahahaha..."

This is undoubtedly a slightly rude response.

But it gave Nigel a step down and explained why he was so neurotic before.

——Because the middle-aged man had already guessed that Nigel had encountered some kind of trouble before. So why was Nigel so wary of being rude just now? Nigel doesn’t need to explain this anymore...

"I'm really sorry, I had a little trouble earlier."

Nigel smiled awkwardly and lowered his head to express his apology: "I thought I was being chased by someone again..."

These slightly stinging words made the topic less awkward and allowed it to continue more easily.

He looked back at the muttering Shisanxiang and Husky - his eyes focused on their robes of different colors for a moment.

Nigel took the initiative to change the previous topic and asked: "Speaking of...what are you doing in Noah?"

"Go to the Black Tower of the Marshland."

The middle-aged man answered without hesitation: "There are some things to deal with."

"...As for Zedi Black Tower," Nigel said hesitantly, "something happened a few months ago."

"Ah, I know."

The middle-aged man smiled heartily: "I'm just here to help deal with the aftermath of this matter."

"...Oh oh."

Nigel nodded suddenly.

They must be wizards from other places... There seem to be two wizard towers in the Principality of Winter.

"I really envy you..."

Nigel sighed: "Speaking of which, if I had not embarked on this path, I would probably have become a wizard now."

"Oh?"

"My mother is a ritualist, and she has always wanted me to enter the Black Tower of the Marsh to learn transformation spells."

The middle-aged painter picked up the tea cup, took a sip and then covered it in front of his face.

His expression was a little complicated.

After taking another sip of tea, he sighed and whispered: "But I am not disappointed. I would rather run away from home and paint.

"Of course... I do not regret the choice I made back then. But sometimes, I also think - maybe learning spells and painting are not conflicting? If I had chosen to become a wizard, maybe I would have There will be time to practice painting..."

Nigel whispered, putting down the tea cup.

The tea cup was placed on the table, making a dull sound like a bell.

He made a low and clear voice: "But it still doesn't work.

"My talents are not the same as those of geniuses. If I were not pushed to the point of desperation, maybe I would just give up on this path..."

No, I will definitely give up this path.

It was precisely because he was a young boy and had no way out... He really owed Zhi Ji too much and was really dissatisfied with the chaotic life at that time, so he practiced hard for twenty years... just for Maybe one day, Zhiji can return all the help she gave him without any intention of repaying him.

Just to repay the favor.

If he could become a wizard, his life would most likely not be so difficult or boring. There are many more things he can pursue... He may be happier, or he may become a success in the eyes of others.

——But that is not the life he wants after all.

"I still want to paint more."

He whispered.

The middle-aged man said gently: "This may also be your luck."

"...what?"

"You should just know that something happened to the Zedi Black Tower back then. But you don't know what the specific problem was."

The middle-aged man with an amiable smile said seriously to the painter: "Just a few months ago, Zedi Black Tower was attacked by gold-level enemies. Everyone who was in Zedi Black Tower at that time - except Hugo Except for the tower master, no wizard survived."

"Ah, this..."

"In other words, it's a good thing you didn't get admitted to the Zedi Black Tower. Otherwise, you might be dead by now."

The middle-aged man spread out his thick and reliable hands and made a gentle voice: "This is [destiny]. Destiny is a treacherous road. Once it has been traveled, it is determined.

"Stop thinking about the past."

"...that's true."

Nigel nodded.

"By the way," the middle-aged man looked curious, "I remember that you have always lived in Noah? Some time ago, a drawing about Paper Princess was published... What is this? Is it winter yet?"

"Ah, there is some small work..."

When this matter was mentioned, the smile on Nigel's face suddenly became a little forced: "A friend of mine... someone dragged me here before and asked me to help draw something."

"Are you encountering a contract dispute?"

The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly and said with some seriousness: "To tell you the truth, I still have some industry in the cold winter... many people respect me. Even the owner of the tower, I can say Talk."

"Really..."

Nigel hesitated a little and said doubtfully.

"Yes. I can even meet His Highness Dmitry at any time."

The middle-aged man leaned back slightly and said sincerely.

Nigel's eyes lit up slightly: "Then do you know Annan Palace... no, His Majesty Annan?"

"Of course, I have known him for more than a year or two."

He spoke the truth without hesitation and Nigel could not understand the true meaning: "I am able to go abroad at this tense time only on the order of the Grand Duke."

As he spoke, he took out his file and showed it to Nigel.

After seeing that there was indeed Annan's signature, Nigel was slightly relieved.

He glanced left and right, hesitant, but still gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

"If you know His Majesty Annan...when you return to Winter, you must ask His Majesty to pay special attention to the province of St. Felix."

"There is a Tower of Storms in St. Felix Province, so nothing will happen, right?"

"It's hard for me to talk to His Majesty Annan about this matter...but I can still mention it to you."

Nigel said seriously: "I have doubts - just suspicions, no evidence. But I always feel that there is something under [Hearth Mountain]. Something not very good."

"Lushan?"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "Does this have anything to do with you suddenly running back to Noah?"

"It's like this. I haven't been in Winter for a long time. An old friend asked me to draw some 'things that are difficult to describe in words'... right under the Hearth Mountain."

"Did you see those things?"

"I have seen it and drawn it. It is indeed a very strange thing... It can't be described in words, but I don't think it is particularly dangerous."

He said seriously: "What I feel is wrong is not the crystal clusters under the Hearth Mountain. It is the entire province of St. Felix... My friend and the nobles I met, His personality has become particularly... gentle?"

"Isn't it bad to be gentle?"

"Of course. But will those great nobles really be so gentle to commoners like me?"

Nigel frowned: "That's why I said that this matter is not easy to say to His Majesty Annan. I actually know His Majesty Annan myself, and Cold Wind Fortress is not far from Frostwhisper Province. But I just don't have any evidence. , that’s why I don’t want to mention this matter... If I just think about it too much, I’m afraid it will cause trouble to many people..."

"But if I were to tell him, if it were just 'what I heard and it's possible', and it reached His Majesty Annan's ears, he wouldn't be particularly convinced, right?"

The middle-aged man made clear what Nigel was saying: "Actually, there should be some evidence on your side - but who do you want to hand it over to in the Kingdom of Noah?"

Hearing this, Nigel’s expression immediately changed.

His face turned pale and he looked extremely anxious: "You..."

"——What's wrong with me?"

A gentle and pleasant voice came. ~IndoMTL.com~ At some point, the middle-aged man turned into Annan with his legs crossed.

Annan said with a half-smile: "I don't think it's so troublesome... Although there are some things you don't want me to hear directly from you, but now that I have heard them, maybe our communication can be more direct. Some?

"I didn't expect it either. I just wanted to try my luck, but I ended up catching a big fish - I'll just ask you directly, Mr. Nigel. Who invited you to come to Winter and what exactly did you do? What happened?

"What is there under Hearth Mountain? And...what is wrong with the nobles over there in the Province of St. Felix?"

Annan said leisurely: "Are you going to talk here first, or wait until Noah...come with me to see Queen Kafni and talk to her over there?"

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(End of this chapter)