Alien world

Chapter 67 67. Choice
The letter was stuffed into an envelope and waxed.

After Michael took it, he put it on the table first.

"It looks like you are trying to persuade the Reeves family to give up instead of helping you."

"Levi's took away most of the family's wealth and power, and his two older sisters will not be in good condition." Annan had no choice but to impersonate Levi's, and there was no need to drag the entire Reeves family into the abyss.

Annan learned something about the King of the North from Michael - the wine lady refused to answer because the question made her speechless.Macroscopically speaking, the twelve kings of the Northern Territory are the cornerstone of the Northern Territory.

For in the distant past these twelve legends held fast the corruption of Chaos in the North.

But no kingship lasts forever.As one of the Twelve Kings of the North, the Reeves family gradually declined, so Levis, who inherited the family's hope, even changed his name to the family's surname—and then suffered a sudden disaster.

Now, the Reeves family only has two sisters of Reeves left.

Michael was still getting used to Annan's weird third person, and heard him continue:

"Will this letter be delivered to the Reeves family intact?"

"The murderer will not allow this letter to be sent back...but you will know if it has been delivered." Michael didn't have much hope, "because you will receive the news of the sender's death."

"It sounds like something is going to happen to them soon..." Annan began to hesitate whether it was necessary to deliver the letter that was bound to happen, "and will they believe the contents of this letter?"

"It's not important. Knowing that you are alive, they will definitely try their best to verify it."

"I'm not...well, maybe I am."

Frequent coincidences made Annan also start to doubt himself, whether it was Levi's - for example, he lost a certain memory at a certain moment - which explained why his body and mind were much younger for no reason after coming to this world from that door.

"Next we will stay away from you and keep a distance from you."

"This is part of the plan." Annan had already prepared, "But don't let Al... the murderer hurt Aunt Susan's family."

"I will pay attention. And unless he is hopelessly stupid, he won't do that..." Michael shook his head and said, "Just like spellcasters seldom attack civilians, nobles seldom kill enemies...Because They don’t want their enemies to do to them what they did to others.”

The revenge in the story is just a story after all, and it is sung because it is rare.

"An existence that dares to attack and kill the future city lord will have a bottom line?"

"Yes." Michael seemed determined. "This kind of bottom line stems from the fact that there is no eternal kingship. The once glorious old continent fell apart, and the elves who ruled the old world are now fighting against humans. .”

"No matter how poor your family is, you are one of the twelve kings in the north. If Aur... the murderer behind you wants to erase everyone around you, he must be prepared to suffer the same nightmare himself in the future."

Annan can understand this kind of check and balance, just like the aristocratic wars in the Western Middle Ages and the Warring States Period. After the nobles are captured, they cannot be killed indiscriminately and can be redeemed.

"Maybe that big man has a bottom line, and he is considering letting go of the people around me." It's just that Annan thought more: "But he wants to climb up, what about his unscrupulous subordinates?"

And it is also a little more thorough than Michael who has been studying knowledge in the Mage Tower all day long:
"Even if the murderer let them off on the surface, what about accidental deaths? Such as choking to death while eating, falling to death while walking, dying from nightmares while sleeping..."

Michael sighed: "You reminded me...I will find a way to avoid this from happening."

"Aren't the other eleven kings of the Twelve Kings of the North going to do something?" As the actor of "Levi's", Annan wanted to seek help: "For example...the lips are dead and the teeth are cold?"

"The Kingdom of Rikaner is not that small, and the news of your attack may have just reached their ears. Well... that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it's still unknown how many brave ancestors these families still have... I'm not talking you."

"Tell me I'm fine."

"And they may not necessarily make enemies for your family."

Annan couldn't help feeling: "A group of smart people gathered around the table to weigh each other's interests and discuss stupid answers one after another. This is a common problem since ancient times."

Michael couldn't help but applaud Annan's words, and then wondered: "Why do you suddenly understand so much?"

"The wine lady told me."

"Did she give you advice?"

"Yes, but that's dangerous... I could be like this wind at any time." Annan raised his palm, touching the breeze from the snow-capped mountains and passing through the attic, "disappearing without a sound."

"Would you mind talking?"

"There's nothing to keep secret." Annan exhaled foul breath. "She asked me to stand up. She said that the nobles in Breeze City are not monolithic. As long as they see you stand up, there will be many down-and-out families who want to put all their eggs in one basket and stand by my side."

It's hard to know which comes first, the accident or tomorrow.

Two months ago Annan was still worrying about one gold coin, a month ago he was still worrying about dozens of gold coins, and he only earned a few hundred gold coins a few days ago, but yesterday he became the king of the north.

And there are still eighteen days in the countdown.

"What do you think?" Michael asked.

"I have not decided yet."

"Think about it first, I'll deliver the letter." Michael picked up the letter and left the "mansion" of the King of the North.

It was late at night when Michael returned.

"One good news, one bad news."

"You took the risk to disturb my rest in the middle of the night just to show off?" Annan, who had broken away from meditation, felt sorry for the pot of magic ingredients.

McColl said straight away: "The bad news is that the messenger died on the way, and the good news is that the letter disappeared."

"Shouldn't both be bad news?"

"Okay, here's another piece of good news." Michael said, "Fast has accepted Martin as his apprentice."

Fast had no reason to suddenly accept Martin.What did Annan think of: "Mr. Fast is willing to protect Aunt Susan's family?"

"An elite professional with a secret society should be feared by his minions."

I hope that the twin ministers, Fronning, are right, and the murderer will maintain his appearance of being well-groomed.

"Then my spinning Susan..."

"The man who becomes a king is still worried about what to do with the harvest in the field."

Annan said helplessly: "The King of the North cannot be sold for money."

"So have you figured it out?"

"Will you help me?" Annan asked suddenly.

"The Mage Tower is neutral, and its position is only Breeze City." Michael replied, and then said when Annan was disappointed: "But the mage in the Mage Tower is not."

"I agree with what the wine lady said."

Michael gave Annan the mage tower etiquette.

"Ready for revenge, young King in the North."

(End of this chapter)