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Chapter 997 Chapter 228. Son of the North, but Martin

Others may not know what kind of person Martin is, but doesn’t Annan know it?

Falling asleep on sentry post, falling down, catching a cold in the cold wind, mistaking friendly troops for enemies... Annan was not surprised at all. But eliminating a dozen spies who wanted to sneak into the military camp with ulterior motives?

Annan might as well believe that Lily is a god.

If this were true, there was only one possibility: he was not Martin.

The more Annan thought about it, the more scared he became. Martin's body was taken over! ?
"Well, the process was indeed a bit tortuous..."

The messenger thought Martin remembered the password incorrectly, and mistook the spy who answered the correct password as the spy who answered the wrong password, which was a bad intention with a good end.

This made a lot more sense, but Annan still didn't believe it: "Did he really kill so many people?"

"Well, one arrow kills one, and no one escapes."

The messenger narrated the story with some respect. He didn't know Martin's past, but he thought that Lord Annan's cousin was so powerful.

Annan hesitated again: "Are you talking about Martin?"

"of course."

"Tall, short brown hair?"

"Ah."

"Two eyes, a nose and a mouth?"

"Uh… who isn't?"

"Doesn't look too smart?"

"Yes, a little..."

"Lazy, inflexible, and lacking emotional intelligence?"

The messenger shouted, "Sir, I am quite sure that he is your cousin!"

"Okay... go ask Renato if there are any important guests who haven't arrived yet?"

The messenger ran out and came back, saying that all the guests had arrived, and there were a few distinguished guests who were not suitable to be here and would visit privately later.

"Okay, let's go to the city guard camp."

Annan and Maria rushed to the camp wondering "Who is the person pretending to be Martin?"

Martin, who was previously "a relative of a big shot", has transformed himself into a "ranger with superb skills" and is being entertained by the city guards.

Annan stared at Martin, who stood up when he saw him coming, holding the amulet, and asked quickly, "What did you say to me the day we first met?"

"I don't know," said Martin blandly.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Martin was still Martin.

So what happened was true?

This is even more incredible than Martin not being Martin...

"I didn't know you could use a bow and arrow."

"I do not know either."

"What?" Annan seemed not to hear clearly.

"Uncle Huo Lin taught me."

Annan knew that Uncle Huo Lin could hunt, but he said that was ten years ago, which meant that the last time Martin used a bow and arrow was when he was less than ten years old... Could it be that Martin was a genius?
Although the word Martin and genius are not related at all, what if he really has the talent of a ranger...

With some strange expectations, Annan temporarily put aside his identity as a spy and let Martin perform again.

Someone brought a bow and arrow, and Annan asked him, "Are you the city guard officer?"

"No, sir, the city guard officer is there..."

The soldier pointed at the city guard officer who was sitting dazed.

"What's up with him?"

"The city guard officer almost went crazy when he heard that the spies answered the correct password..."

The city guard was so frightened that he thought Martin had killed more than a dozen friendly soldiers.

"I can understand that," Annan said with empathy.

If Martin suddenly came to the City Lord's Mansion one day and said that he had caught a spy, he would also suspect whether Martin had captured the Free Blade.

After taking the bow and arrow, Annan suddenly remembered something: "Is this the bow Martin used before?"

"No." "Switch to the one you used before and get another apple."

The soldier looked back at the city guard and said in embarrassment: "We don't have any fruit..."

"Then bring a target."

In order to prevent the fragile dream from being shattered, Annan even asked Martin to return to the watchtower and place the target on the blood-stained snow, trying to replicate the previous scene.

Annan and Maria followed and stood on the watchtower, asking the soldiers to stand far away, and said to Martin with encouragement: "Give it a try."

Martin pursed his lips, nocked an arrow, drew his bow, and aimed at the target next to the torch.

The snowy wind howled, blurring my vision. At a certain moment, as if between the changes in the wind and snow, Martin, who had held his breath, seized this momentary opportunity and let go of his hand.

call out--

The arrow disappeared in the wind and snow, followed by a scream from the target.

Hit!
Annan thought excitedly. Aunt Susan would be very happy if she knew - wait, will the target scream?
He leaned over to the guardrail and looked down. He could vaguely hear screams coming out of the darkness: "I surrender! I am a spy sent by the Purification Court. Give me treatment quickly. I don't want to die—"

He was a spy that the Purification Court had arranged to enter the camp in advance, and was prepared to work with his accomplices from inside and outside. He didn't expect that he had been discovered... He even foolishly moved closer...

"What!?" Annan was shocked.

In this way, Martin once again found a spy.

Faced with the good luck of Martin, Annan could only convince himself that "the goddess of luck glanced at Martin for some reason."

Annan even wanted to have the city guards line up in a row and let Martin shoot them. Whoever he shot would be the spy, but it was too trifling to take the lives of the soldiers in this way.

So before we find out why...

"You are not allowed to use the bow and arrow again." Annan pointed at Martin and said.

"You didn't even bother to say I did a good job," Martin complained.

"Well... you did a really good job. I will take you back to Liberty City now so that Aunt Susan can reward you well."

Annan said as he opened the portal: "Go back quickly."

"I do not want!"

"No, it's too dangerous here."

"Martin can protect himself." Martin waved his bow and arrow.

"I do not--"

"Take him with you." Maria suddenly said, "Maybe he can bring you unexpected surprises."

Annan glanced sideways: "Do you know what's going on?"

"I can vaguely guess...Have you heard of the Sons of the North?"

Annan shook his head.

"Northern what?" Martin asked in a muffled voice.

"Son of the North," Marita said again.

"Son of what?"

"...The Son of the North is an ancient legend that has spread across the North. It is said that some people are born with the protection of the North, and everything they do goes smoothly..."

"You also said it was a legend."

"The Stern clan did discover something about the legend..."

Annan wanted to say that this was too unscientific, but this was the world of magic...

He tried to say to Martin: "I order you to develop an improved magical gunpowder."

"What is magic gunpowder?"

"This kind of shelter is just to avoid danger..." Maria added.

"Okay, let Martin follow us first." Annan closed the portal.

Son of the North...

Just as Annan was becoming suspicious of Martin, the city guard officer, who had recovered his composure, ran up and asked when the interrogation would begin.

I almost forgot about business.

"I'll go right away." Annan said.

(End of this chapter)