The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 82: Annan’s Art of Assassination

"Study?"

After hearing this order, Justin was slightly stunned.

Then he simply agreed: "Okay, sir. Please come with me..."

Justin remembered that there should indeed be some things in the Viscount's study that could not be shown to outsiders.

Although he himself was not banned from the study, Justin had never sneaked in.

This is the manifestation of his wisdom.

——The more you know, the faster you will die.

He is just a part-time worker anyway, and his main purpose is to stay here and earn a living. Justin knew in his heart that those who loved to pry into the secrets of their employers would die inexplicably at some point.

So Justin never asked much about other things.

In this way, his reputation will gradually become better. After he leaves Viscount Barbour, it will be convenient for him to find his next employer with a letter of recommendation...

Oh, yes.

This is not Don Juan Geraint, but a member of the Grand Duke Winter's family.

Maybe they were originally a group. Or an agreement has just been reached.

And, let’s take a step back.

Even if the Duke of Winter really has some unfavorable thoughts towards the Viscount...can Justin still rush forward to protect the Viscount?

And then backhandedly let the old immortal take the blame?

Justin is not stupid.

Alvin Barber was not his master, just his boss. He paid to take care of the food, and he killed or persuaded the extraordinary beings who invaded the territory for him, that's all.

Those enemies that do not fall within the scope of Justin's responsibilities are not under his control.

Although Annan Winter himself is an extraordinary person.

But his status is far higher than that of ordinary bronze-level extraordinary beings. Normally, what a Bronze-level transcendent can do, he can just brush his face; but what he can do by brushing his face, a transcendent of the same level may not be able to do.

This is life.

Justin sighed silently.

They soon arrived in front of Alvin's study.

"Inside is the Viscount's study."

He said respectfully to Annan, who was at least two heads shorter than him: "Your Excellency Annan, is there anything else you can do?"

"Can you come in with me, brother Justin."

Like a real fourteen-year-old child, Annan raised his head and said in a soft and childish voice to the nearly 19-meter strong man: "I'm worried that some files may be too tall... I'm not enough Not."

He replaced the slightly aloof "brother" with a more approachable and approachable title.

And Justin couldn't be wary of this child with very clean eyes.

I didn’t pay much attention to it before. But now I see... he is a good and polite boy.

Although given his status, it was not right to pity a big man like Annan, and it was even more wrong to feel sorry for the enemy.

But seeing Annan running around alone at such a young age, he still felt that his life must not be easy.

Maybe it’s because I think of my daughter.

If she was still alive and not killed by the curse leaked from her body... she should be about the same age as Annan.

I don’t know which one is cuter, her or this child...

...It should be my daughter, right?

Probably.

"Brother Justin?"

Annan asked again, with a soft voice and clean eyes, and a troubled tone: "Isn't it convenient?"

"It's okay," Justin came back to his senses, a somewhat awkward smile appeared under his bald head, and said as gently as he could, "I'll just go in with you.

"What I was thinking just now is, are you still staying for dinner today? I just informed the kitchen to cook more delicious food..."

"Probably."

Annan thought about it seriously, showed a bright smile, and replied happily: "I think I should stay for dinner."

He meant what he said.

Anyway, black fire is not needed to kill the viscount, and this manor should not be destroyed.

Since the kitchen is ready for cooking... After killing Alvin, why not stay here for dinner at night.

What a shameful waste.

Annan followed Justin into the study. This is to guard against possible traps.

Justin also knew Annan’s purpose very well. After all, he is an experienced hunter and knows this simple little idea all too well...

"Thank you, Brother Justin."

After Annan entered the room, he bowed lightly to Justin again.

Seeing that he was so respectful and friendly to him, Justin couldn't help but sigh.

For some reason, the dissatisfaction that just arose in his heart dissipated...

"I want to see the most recent letters."

Annan said softly.

Justin nodded: "Well, it should be here..."

——This is naturally Annan’s way of coping.

He doesn't just bluff.

When it comes to watching people order their dishes, Justin is a typical submissive donkey, the kind who eats the soft stuff but not the hard stuff.

When Annan got along with him, his needs were also different from Alvin.

He does not need to seize the right to speak or establish authority. He just needed Justin to let his guard down.

Annan could see that Justin was not the slow-natured type. His judgment of people's hearts is quite keen, but his acting style is too cautious and he likes to think before acting. This often means that he has lost something important.

He stayed alone in other places for a long time... Judging from his age, most of them were family members such as parents, wife or children.

When he walks, he is always wary of his surroundings. He likes to look at the road instead of people. He seems restless all the time, which means that he has an inferiority complex hidden in his heart. When he first met Annan, he very enthusiastically paid tribute to Annan with the etiquette of the Principality of Winter. This shows that he has an attitude of admiration for people of high status and low ability.

This also means that what he desires is status.

And every man—or strictly speaking, every human being—has the desire to become a "hero" in his heart. This is also the core interesting point of various team cooperation or team competition games from ancient times to the present.

Powerful, perfect and gorgeous defeating powerful enemies, this is strength;

Keeping judgment and countering the enemy's strategy is wisdom;

Leading teammates to defeat the enemy is leadership;

Protecting teammates gently and down-to-earth is the ability to protect your family...

One of the essences of competitive games is to guide people to become "heroes" and test people's abilities as "heroes".

In this process, the game will tell players who "I" am, why "I" should be proud, and why "I" is "I". This fulfills the fundamental desire for self-realization. ~IndoMTL.com~ And when a person feels like they have become a hero, their self-esteem and self-confidence will be strengthened. They feel significantly better about themselves, and the world around them will become closer and friendly... At this time, the first person they come into contact with will share this joy. And the "hero's" opinion of him will also improve significantly.

This is one of the reasons why after winning a game with friends, you will feel that your friends have become friendlier and more interesting. This sense of closeness will be significantly greater than the sense of trust brought about by "getting a common victory."

The way Annan contacted Justin was to bypass the entire process. Go directly to his heart.

He flexibly used the strong status of "Annan Winter" to continuously elevate and strengthen the other party's "sense of status"; he showed himself to be weak and powerless to contrast with the other party's "sense of strength" ; Hide your own leadership and worship him like a child, in order to strengthen the other person's "self-identity".

Whatever he lacks, Annan will give him.

Whatever he wants, Annan will give him.

Annan briefly made Justin his own "hero".

——Why can he always be wary of Annan?

This is Annan's art of assassination.

"Brother Justin, can you help me take down the photo over there?"

Annan pointed to the height of a bookshelf: "I can't reach it..."

"Photo? Well...which one are you talking about, this one...or..."

Justin raised his hand with some effort, stepped on the stool, and reached out to reach the top of the bookshelf.

Annan silently took the hammer out of his pocket and hid it in his sleeve.

He tapped Justin lightly on his calf.