Alien world

Chapter 118 Chapter 117. Investigate the Viscounty

The world has a deep prejudice against warlocks.

As a warlock, Annan believed he was suffering from this prejudice.

Especially when Francois emerged from the quilt, Annan could almost feel the irony under the crow mask.

Asking the centurion to wait for him in the study, Annan asked them to leave in the order of the "guests".

Fortunately, the latecomers did not know the existence of the first comers, and the countess did not know that the bedroom was full of people.

"I underestimated you, sweetheart." Ms. Wine said meaningfully as she finally walked out of the terrace.

"It just so happens that you all came over at the same time..."

Annan had no choice but to say this, and after the wine lady left, he turned to the empty bedroom and asked, "Della?"

Without an answer, Della ran off early.

After solving the troubles in the bedroom, Annan asked the head maid to prepare some drinks and came to the study.

"Is this the Warlock's private meeting?"

The centurion was browsing the collection of books on the bookshelf, which Annan brought from Pinglin Town.

"We were just talking about something."

"Talking about patios, wardrobes, under beds, on beds?"

"They watched the scenery on the balcony, accidentally fell into the closet, cleaned the dust under the bed, and...slept in the wrong room." Excuses can be outrageous, but they can't be without.

"It's okay." The centurion comforted on the surface, "At least you haven't dabbled in other races yet."

"Are all scavengers like you?"

"There are also people like you."

Annan sat on the sofa and looked at the centurion who was very interested: "Did you come to me so late just to make fun of me?"

"Going straight to business will make you feel ill-intentioned, but since you want to..." The voice under the crow's mask was solemn, "We found traces of ratmen in Viscount Reagan, and we need a scavenger team to investigate, so I thought of you .”

"You want me to attend?"

The Reagan Viscounty who investigated the accident... It sounds like there will be an accident.

Annan was hesitant to risk his involvement in the investigation.

The centurion just continued: "The answer won't come to you by itself. You have been in Breeze City for many days, have you investigated any clues?"

The answer is no.

Although Annan consolidated the forces around him and made the King of the North seat more stable, there was no progress on who the murderer was - at most, the suspicion of Olmedo was ruled out.

"You want me to lead out the murderer?"

"You shouldn't think so... I just think you should investigate." The centurion told Annan solemnly: "You are a scavenger, and a scavenger never takes advantage of his companions. Believe it or not, this is what distinguishes us from those The essence of scum."

"You don't have to worry about safety either, remember what I said? New members will have an event in absolute safety."

"Then I will join."

Annan realized that this was the right opportunity: to test whether the scavengers could be trusted.

If an accident happened unexpectedly, it meant that even the scavenger was no longer clean, and Breeze City had already been corrupted, so he had better escape back to Pinwood Town or Ausulonde Territory as soon as possible.

"When to set off?"

"Now."

Not long after, the centurion left, Annan returned to the bedroom, turned off the lights and rested.

The manor fell into the silence of the night.

……

At the scavenger headquarters, Annan followed the centurion to the second floor where he had never been before, and walked into a room with a cowbell.

"Approach it, listen to it."

Annan heard the slight whimpering sound of the breeze blowing over the iron, and then returned to silence.

"and then?"

Annan turned his head and saw the centurion's leather-gloved palm stretched out towards his chest - straight through.

"Now you are the observer. Can't be seen, can't be heard, can't be touched." Only the centurion's empty room echoed her voice. "But remember, no matter what happens, don't shoot."

"Being active takes you out of the observer state."

This is what the Centurion meant by "carrying out an incident in absolute safety".

"So I entered the spirit world?"

Annan bowed his head, not seeing his own body was a wonderful experience.

The centurion paused for a moment at Annan's ignorance.

"The spirit world is the base camp of chaos. If you accidentally break into it, death is the only relief."

"Can you hear me?"

"Because I'm by the cowbell."

"Was it the same with François?"

"Other scavengers have other protections."

It seems that Annan enjoys special treatment because of his status.

"Who am I going to act with?"

"Four brave and skilled rookie scavengers."

The voice fell, and the centurion's deep voice came out of the mask:
"How long will your hand be on my body?"

"what?"

Annan's voice came from the door.

……

"Guido Rona."

"Villetus Udora."

"Riddle Gross."

"Big Big."

"Annan." Annan thought as he floated beside the four scavengers.

Annan met the four temporary teammates who investigated the incident:

Guido Rona in fully enclosed cotton armor;
Holding a longbow and carrying a quiver, Violets Eudora with pointed ears;

Big Big, wielding a single battle-axe;
And Annan's main focus: Riddle Gero, wearing a faded captain's cap, with a rapier in his left hand and a firecracker in his right.

It seems that black powder is no longer Annan's package for visitors from another world.

Guido Rona was still complaining to his companions that the latest Spinning Susan left his mother with nothing to do.

Scavengers aren't as mysterious as they might seem - they're still made up of basic people.

The centurion led them to the third floor, where a mage opened the portal leading to Viscount Reagan.

After an indescribable dizziness, Annan and the four-person team came from the bright underground to the dark ground, and the cicadas and insects in the woods rang out in all directions.

Annan followed and explored the surrounding four-person team like a ghost.

"I have an ominous premonition about this mission." Riddle Gero looked around vigilantly, "It seems that a pair of eyes are watching me..."

"He's right." Willetts Udora looked around. "Something is watching us."

Annan began to feel that the centurion was lying to himself.

"You wait for me here, and I will investigate."

Telling her companion to wait here, Willetts Udora leaped nimbly into the bushes.

Not long after, Willetts Udora came back with the detected situation: the territory was slightly corrupted, many ratmen wandered in the wheat fields and inhabited the farms, and the number was not small. They prevented the half-blood elves from going deep into the land. territory.

The dimly lit oil lamp dispelled the surrounding darkness.

"A real ratman gathering place?" This made Riddle Groo a little uneasy, "I've never heard of them being so close to a town..."

The scavengers take the cleansing potion.

"We only have three and ten minutes," Riddle Gross asked. "Sneak assassination, or quick fix."

Willetts Udora drew an arrow from the quiver.

"A quick-fix stealth assassination."

The oil lamp was extinguished, and darkness surged up in an instant, engulfing the faces of the four scavengers.

(End of this chapter)