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Chapter 1271 193. Dragon Slayer Team

Annan and Black Widow, unaware of what was happening outside, spent a peaceful night...each on their own.

Early in the morning, Annan finished his meditation and ignored the Black Widow's resentful gaze, feeling the active vortex of magic in his body.

Very good, I’m getting stronger every day and I’m not far from becoming a ninth-level warlock!

Annan couldn't help but look forward to what his innate magic would summon. With such a big commotion, it couldn't be that it was pulling the gods behind the barrier over, right?
If this is true, Annan will have to touch the toes of Ms. Fortune more often...

Maybe touching the cat and the statues of Midnight Girl and Spider Queen would be more effective?
"Let's go and see if Wilson and the others have any gains."

After using the cleansing technique to make themselves look brand new, Annan and Black Widow went out.

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw the golden guard from last night standing at the corner waiting for Annan.

"Lord Annan Reeves, the Lord invites you to dinner."

"Now?"

Annan looked out the window; the sun had not yet risen.

"Tell the overlord that I still need to investigate some clues. Let's do it another day."

Annan walked out of the palace, bypassing the golden guard who was hesitant to speak.

"Aren't you going to meet that great lord?"

"I can guess what he will say, but there's no need to. He can't possibly reveal what I want to know."

Annan didn't want to have too much contact with the great lord. He was worried that as he became more familiar with him, he would become... a little loose.

The Broken Mountains' topography meant that towns could only be built in the basins between the mountains. In the early morning, these basins were filled with a thick, milky mist that gradually dissipated as the sun rose.

It is said that the fog in some basins is a deadly miasma that kills caravans and passers-by silently.

As Annan walked out of the Golden Palace, which was the highest point, the fog around him gradually became thicker and the visibility became worse and worse. He was no longer able to see the entire street, but only half a street, a hundred meters, or even dozens of meters.

But it didn't feel deserted, because at this time, many people dressed in civilian clothes came out of their homes. They dragged their tired feet and walked in the morning mist with numb expressions, trying hard for their damn survival.

Annan walked and stopped, occasionally looking back, but he could see nothing except the pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

Even if I can't see it, I can guess that the spy is definitely following me.

When we were almost at the block where the Black Reef Tavern was located, a group of guards came towards us.

The young captain of the team saw Annan and seemed not to know him, but deliberately slowed down his pace and turned into a restaurant nearby.

"Are you hungry?" Annan said deliberately.

"A little."

"Go in and see if there are any specialties."

Annan walked into the restaurant and ordered some local food for the waiter to prepare.

"grown ups……"

The captain of the guard standing nearby whispered.

Annan pretended to look at the easter egg: "Wusi, right?"

"Yes, my lord..."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Ok!"

The captain of the guard was very determined. It seemed that something happened yesterday that Annan didn't know about.

Annan threw a whistle to him and said, "I will go to the Black Rock Tavern in a while. Don't go too far away. Watch the door. If the lord's spies want to come in, blow it."

"Okay, my lord."

After a brief contact, the captain of the guard turned and left on the pretext of checking the store. Not long after, Annan, holding hot food, also walked out of the restaurant, strolled around, and walked into the Black Reef Tavern in the morning when the fog had dissipated and the sun was shining brightly.

As soon as he came in, Annan saw the joy on Wilson's face. "Found it?"

"Well, a team of dragon slayers came outside the city last night. As soon as they arrived, they went to the Mercenary Guild to take over the crusade. It seems that they know the location of your friend!"

"Got it... How much do you know about that team?"

"The outsiders are from Middle-earth. There are at least three great swordsmen and two great wizards in the team. It's a standard adventuring team. Oh, and one of the wizards is holding a scepter made of dragon bones."

Five masters, and they are likely to have experience in successfully slaying dragons... That is indeed a bit troublesome. With adequate preparation, they are enough to pose a fatal threat to the lone Ilimoyas.

Annan couldn't help but become anxious.

"Also, the evidence of the great lord is related to the survivors of Boyi Village. Our people are trying to find out where they are..."

"You did very well."

Facing Wilson's expectations, Annan did not disappoint him: "Your spirit is right, but your concept is still too immature."

"Immature?" Wilson was stunned.

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"You want to make the people around you stronger, form a cohesive secret society, and then wreak havoc in the Golden City?" Annan revealed Wilson's thoughts in one sentence.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I can't hide it from you."

"You are wrong. Such petty actions will never overthrow the great lord. If you want to bring about change, you must get those who are suffering to stand on your side, just like Adele did."

"Adele...but she was betrayed..."

Annan lamented, "She is an excellent leader, but she doesn't understand people's hearts well enough. She thought she could gather people together with her ideas alone. But she forgot how fragile human nature is. Just a few gold coins can turn fathers and sons against each other, and brothers can kill each other."

These were among the countless setbacks that the Free Blade had experienced in the Kingdom. And it was these blood and fire that tempered the Free Blade, making it stronger and sharper.

“So you have to let them see that the future is something they can create themselves.”

Annan waved his hand gently, and a portal opened in the tavern.

"Tell Little Smooth that they have something to do." Annan said to the messenger on the other side, and told Wilson: "I will send the backbone of the Free Blade to help you."

"But don't worry, they are just assisting you as instructors. The resistance still belongs to you... and Adele."

"Thanks……"

Wilson was about to say something gratefully when a whistle suddenly sounded outside the tavern.

"The spy is coming in, Wilson, get your men to take action!"

Wilson didn't need to repeat himself. The resister behind the door had already picked up a stool and threw it out, hitting the person who pushed the door in hard.

It's hard to say this guy didn't do it on purpose.

"Oh, shit."

"You're in trouble! Charlie, you're finished!"

They shouted and screamed, trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm not... it's okay..."

A line of blood flowed from his eyeliner and nose. He didn't bother to wipe it off and tried to get up dizzy: "I want to buy some wine..."

"Do you have the habit of drinking in the morning?"

At this moment, a smiling voice came from above.

The spy raised his head and saw the target who must not appear in front of him standing in front of him.

He wanted to deny it, but he opened his mouth and started to stammer.

Annan looked down at him, chuckled and said, "I'm on my way to the Mercenary Guild, will you come with me?"

(End of this chapter)