Alien world

Chapter 82 81. Another Letter
knock knock --

A knock on the door interrupted the charming atmosphere in the bedroom.

"Who's outside?"

Della fell back to the ground softly, and Annan, who was slightly cool, put on his mage robe and opened the door.

Abby, the maid, stood outside the door holding a dinner plate: "The head maid asked me to bring you dinner."

Annan remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, stepped aside, watched the maid Abby put down the plate and turned to leave, and gently closed the door.

Della lifted the dinner plate, a piece of baked bread and mushroom soup.She broke the bread and tasted the soup, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Thank you."

Annan did not invite Della to have dinner together. He remembered that the elves refused artificial food and only ate natural fruits or honey and maple syrup.

"So do you know about that Olmedo?" Annan asked Della while eating.

"He is the heir to the Olmedo family."

Della didn't know much.

After dinner, Annan put the spider bottle under the dark, dark bed, climbed onto the bed wearing a mage robe, and found that Della was still here.

"Aren't you going back?"

"Elves don't need much sleep, if it keeps you awake..."

As soon as Della spoke a little more than before, she melted into the shadows in the corner.

Thinking that Della was in a certain shadow, Annan quietly pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes like the night.

……

Annan woke up slowly on the big soft bed, his sleepy eyes gradually regained focus, and he saw Della sitting in the corner, reading the book he brought from the attic.

"Good morning."

Annan sat up, feeling the coolness of the morning brought by the slipped quilt.

Della glanced at Annan, then returned to the book.

"Good morning."

The book that the elf was holding was called "Night City", and Annan hadn't had time to read it yet.

Pushing open the patio door, the cool wind blowing through the treetops dissipated Annan's sleepiness.

It is now August, the hottest time in the whole summer, but the continuous cold current from the snow-capped mountains in the north makes my nose turn reddish in the morning.

As Annan closed the patio door, the wind-blown curtains fell.

The mushroom soup last night failed to fill Annan's stomach. Annan who was hungry soon came to the restaurant with Della holding a book.

The hands of the clock in the corner reminded Annan that there were still fifteen days left before the countdown to the apocalypse forecast.

Annan's breakfast was vegetable salad and a chestnut broth, and Daila's was a fruit.When Della was trying the dishes, Annan asked Abby, "Do you know Santo Olmedo?"

Abby, who was about to go out, stopped and answered Annan's words: "The city owner is deeply loved by the common people, and he will lead Breeze City to a brighter future."

Annan Reeves, the young King of the North, the future lord of Breeze City, who was attacked and usurped, blinked.

Of course the maid Abby knew who was in front of her, but she still insisted, "Master Annan, the city lord has shown us the hope of avoiding war and poverty."

"Why do you say that? Did he do something?" Annan asked curiously.

At first, Annan thought it was just flattery, or a picture that politicians often have: the grand blueprint declared before taking office will never be realized.But Abby told about the changes in Breeze City in the two months since Olmedo became the lord of the city: First, he continued to deliver supplies to support the fortress defense line on the top of the snow-capped mountain, then publicized the scavenger, cleaned up the rat problem in the city, and issued a decree requiring the nobles to strictly control the city. Strictly abide by the law and donate to orphanages to support homeless children.

That's why Abby and her brother survived and were taken in by the Wine Lady.

As a vested beneficiary of the city lord's policy, Abby should defend Olmedo as a matter of course.

Annan guessed that Abby was worried that if she regained the city lord, she would lose all these gains, so she had this attitude?

"Are you going out today?" Abby asked.

"Ah."

"I'm going to prepare the carriage."

As Abby leaves the restaurant, Annan asks Della, "Is what she said true?"

"I don't know." The cloaked elf observed Annan: "If so, what would you do?"

"Then it's okay to give it to him."

As the King of the North who was attacked and usurped as the city lord, he should hate Olmedo, no matter how well he did—but not Annan, he knew he was a fake.Augusta Olmedo knew it too.

Annan just wanted to avoid this disaster and take the opportunity to strengthen himself.

But Della didn't know.So in her eyes, Annan is shining with the brilliance of humanity at this moment.

After breakfast, Annan got into the carriage with an apple given by Della.

"Let's go to Francois first."

The carriage drove out of the manor, headed south along the spacious and bustling street, and turned to a narrow road when it was about to leave the city.The surrounding environment gradually became desolate.Although not the dilapidated shacks of the slums, the brick walls of inconsistent colors and eaves patches meant that the carriage had driven into a civilian area.

François' baronial residence is located here, and it seems that we can get a glimpse of the predicament faced by the baron.

The Baron warmly welcomed Annan's arrival, and gladly accepted to work for the King of the North, and invited Annan to admire his collection room.

According to his flattering remarks, it was his honor to be the dog of the King in the North.

The last collection room Annan looked at was Katarina’s trophy, so he declined the invitation of Francois, who also likes special things, and explained his purpose:

"Do you know Olmedo?"

"The usurper? He is a shameful thief, a dirty pig, a sinister rat..."

"Put aside the personal conflicts and the part that compliments me."

Although Annan quite wanted to hear Francois's interesting parallelism.

Then François had to say that that Geoffrey Olmedo was a very charismatic young man.

"Of course, he is definitely not as good as you."

He did a lot of good for Breeze.

"However, you will definitely do better than him after taking office!"

The Olmedo family and the old nobility are his backers.

"It's just that they will never be able to compare with the Twelve Kings of the North!"

In this kind of half bragging and half truth, Francois's valet said that a guy who claimed to be from the Morrowind Tavern came to deliver a letter to Annan.

It was indeed the guy from the Morrowind Tavern. Della checked the letter and handed it to Annan.

Letter signed... Etilia Reeves.

Annan's "big sister".

The first half of the letter is the same as the previous letter, urging Levi to come back, but if Levi wants to stay, let him go to the Lawrence family for help.

Annan frowned and took out another letter.

Their handwriting is similar, at least Annan can't tell the difference...

"What's the matter, Your Excellency Annan?"

"I have received two letters, one may be fake and the other ... may also be fake."

"Can you tell me what is written on it, maybe I can help you analyze it..."

Annan responded by handing the letter directly to Francois.

Because of this trust, Francois blushed his handsome cheeks, took the letter with trembling hands, and stood up excitedly after reading it word by word:

"Your Excellency, King of the North, the answer is in this letter!"

(End of this chapter)