Alien world

Chapter 89. 88. Banquet in the City Lord's Mansion

That's why Olmedo hoped that Annan would appear at the dinner party at the Houtian City Lord's Mansion, and tell the public that there was no conflict between the Reeves family and the Olmedo family, so as to restore order to Breeze City and suppress the hotbed of chaos.

On the surface, Olmedo and Annan have similar status - Olmedo has real power and Annan has a high status.But Annan's identity he should know.

"I need to think about it."

"I'll be waiting for you at the dinner party."

Annan looked at the invitation letter that Olmedo dropped when he left, and Francois looked at Annan.

"Are you going to promise him?"

The young city lord seems to have the same position as Annan: they are both investigating the truth about the attack on the Reeves family.

And a formal banquet is the best occasion for Annan to publicize his reputation.

"What about you?" Annan asked back.

"Take that black crow badge and investigate with the scavenger." Francois volunteered.

It's just that Della doesn't want to follow the scavenger to investigate, and she doesn't want to attend the dinner two days later.

"I need your help..." Annan looked up at Della's black eyes as if pleading, "The dinner party may be dangerous."

"……All right."

……

The carriage waited at the steps.

Annan stood in the living room, raised his arms, and asked the head maid to smooth out the wrinkles on the dress.

Abby stood in front of him with a full-length mirror in her arms: under the cool black hair, the wine-red ancient cord-buttoned banquet dress set off Annan's calm temperament, and the clear black eyes were hard to make people feel disgusted.

The dress was made by Ms. Fine Wine after she heard that Annan was going to attend the dinner at the City Lord's Mansion. It is said that Petria Reeves, the former twelve kings of the North, wore this dress to accept the honor of the Union Kingdom.

And this dress made Annan look a little like a young man.

The head maid retreated to Annan's side and praised: "I can guarantee that the girls at the banquet will go crazy for you."

When mentioning Crazy Annan, I think of Iri Lanze.Fortunately, the ladies and girls at the banquet will not be like this.

Abby and the maid took away the full-length mirror, Annan looked upstairs, and Della hadn't come out yet.

Annan had to continue to wait, and women always enjoy the privilege of delaying.

Standing by the door of the living room, Annan looked at the carriage outside the manor: the carriage was no longer the family emblem of the lady of wine, but a special combination emblem of the twelve kings of the North: a rhombus-shaped primary-color snowflake composed of twelve parts, The periphery of the upper left corner is painted red, representing the red color of the Reeves family.

It was Francois's idea: he thought the family crest meant Annan's official announcement: the vengeful man had returned from hell—shameful but effective.

After all, the news that the Reeves family's vengeful soul has returned from hell has already spread in Breeze City.

Annan heard footsteps behind him. He looked back and saw that Della was walking down the stairs.

After the Saint Laurent calendar, aristocratic costumes began to gradually evolve into fluffy, complex, and many decorations.But Della in front of her is wearing a simple long skirt like silk gauze, with a narrow waist tied with a purple lace, showing the tallness of an elf, while the gracefully curved calves and the arches on the sandals tell of her vigor.

Della stood on the last step and held out her palm to Annan.

Annan held up his hot hand.The fly in the ointment is that Annan is half a head shorter than Della, and looks like her younger brother.

"Are you ready?"

……

"Phew... there is one more question," Francois raised his hand, "we must wear masks that get in the way? Phew... I can't even shoot the enemy dozens of yards away, damn... I can't shoot anything can not see."

François nearly crashes into a bush.

"We are hopeless when we need you to fight."

"What's this called? I... okay."

Francois accepted that he was considered a liability, because the scavengers wore silver raven badges—meaning their combat profession was elite.

"I'm not complaining, but why act at night when it's not in our favor?"

"You do not understand?"

"not understand."

"The mice don't understand either."

Francois seemed to understand.

"Take this as practice, kid." A passing scavenger patted him on the shoulder. "Set off."

Cloaked in leather cloaks and beak masks, the silhouettes are like the gods of death, stepping into the forest under the night like dawn.

Due to the keenness of the ranger, François only stepped on the footprints of other scavengers, following them stop and go.

The last ray of light behind the branches faded, and the crown of the tree hibernates into the night, and this team of scavengers without any illumination continues to move forward.

At some point, the scavengers in front stopped suddenly.

"We have arrived."

……

A carriage merged into the convoy in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

The red carpet goes down the steps along the magnificent and simple buildings, and the guests step out of the carriage one after another, looking for familiar friends, stepping on the red carpet,

Some gazes froze on the carriage where Annan was sitting as they glanced over the carriage, and recognized what the weird snowflake emblem on the body represented.

Some undisguised gazes and hidden gazes were cast on Annan and Della, and it seemed that many guests had already spotted him.

Stepping up the steps, the nervous guard became surprised when Annan took out the invitation letter, and let Annan enter the banquet after repeated confirmation.

Annan and Della waited in the corner, and as the guests arrived, Olmedo appeared on the stage.

"Thank you for attending the dinner in Breeze. Autumn is approaching..."

Olmedo first talked about the finances and taxes in the second quarter of the Breeze City, and then talked about the more relaxed personal matters: "I recently met a new friend. We had a lot of conflicts and hostilities because of misunderstandings, but I am very happy to follow up. By making up for it, the misunderstanding between me and him is being resolved."

"Allow me to introduce to you—"

Olmedo looked across the crowd.

"King in the North, Annan Reeves."

……

"Why are you looking at me... did I do something wrong?"

"You don't recognize it?"

Francois recognized this familiar voice: "This is... the breath of the dragon? I recognized it! The blue dragon was summoned by His Excellency the King of the North."

The crow mask tilted his head and said to his companion, "Cross out the blue dragon."

In the silence where the voice fell, a clear sound of branches breaking broke into their ears.

click-

……

"You can't dance?"

Della frowned because Annan stepped on her foot for the third time.

"Won't……"

"I teach you."

Della supported Annan's lower back, leaning against her body, letting him move with him.

"Can elves even dance?"

"Where do you think the human dance comes from?"

do not know……

Click.

"Sorry... let's go get something to eat."

……

Countless nightmarish and evil figures gathered in the feast of rotting flesh.

More and more silhouettes join the feast, and the creepy chewing echoes through the trees.

Under the cold moonlight penetrating into the woods, a bare tail flicked slightly——

……

Annan rubbed his eyes.

"what happened?"

Annan seemed to be puzzled when he saw Della's waist move.

"nothing……"

(End of this chapter)