A strange world

Chapter 1277 Section 199. "Friends"

"Where have you been?!"

The moment Killian saw Annan, he looked as ferocious as Lord Raymond.

Black Widow remembered something interesting.

If Annan, who is soft-spoken but not stubborn, were here, he would probably say coldly: "First, I am not your prisoner. Second, I am your father's guest. You are not qualified to talk to me like this. Third, apologize." "

With a smile, Black Widow said: "I should ask you this."

"You were fascinated by the valuable things, so you walked forward while I went shopping elsewhere."

Black Widow caught an unnatural look on Killian's face, as if she didn't want to dwell on this issue.

"You're impressed by this place?"

"It's getting late, we should go back." He abruptly changed the subject, turned around and walked out.

"Don't worry, I have one more thing to do."

Black Widow and Killian stopped and said, "My mistress is almost done. I'm going to pick her up."

"Annan, can I call you that?"

"Whatever you want."

The Annan played by Black Widow is more casual. This is the Annan in her impression - not quite accurate. Fortunately, Killian doesn't understand Annan even more.

"I think you are very honest. I have seen too many false nobles. They think one thing and say another."

Killian chattered endlessly, like a cat scratching the dirt after taking a poop, covering up his previous mistakes with too many words.

It made Black Widow a little concerned.

"This is normal. Learning to use lies to cover up your purpose means becoming an adult. Only children are the most innocent and colorful..."

Black Widow quietly applied some guidance skills, allowing Killian to follow her words without knowing it.

"Yes... we got everything we longed for when we were children, except that we lost happiness..."

So what concerned Killian just now was related to his childhood?

"I like those little boys, they are innocent and fresh, like a piece of white paper, but also colorful, like the most attractive fruit, which makes people want to take a bite..."

"Sorry, what did you say?"

The true nature of the Black Widow accidentally revealed caused Killian to break away from the guidance technique and looked at Annan strangely.

"I'm giving an example." Black Widow remained calm. "I sometimes think about what it would be like if I didn't grow up."

The effect of the guidance technique was still there. Killian continued to think along her words and became silent.

Arriving at the long street of the Mercenary Guild, Black Widow saw "herself" walking towards her.

"How's it going, Lucia?"

"Black Widow" came to "Annan" with swaying steps: "Dear... dear, you are too impatient."

She glanced deliberately at Killian.

"It doesn't matter, Killian is already my friend." Black Widow smiled.

"I?"

Killian was stunned.

Everything Black Widow had arranged before was closed at this moment. She said gently: "You won't forget what I said, right? We are not enemies, at least not now. Since we are not enemies, we can talk to each other. What are we if we are not friends? Woolen cloth?"

Annan's friendliness infected Killian and even made him let go of his guard for a moment. However, he had never felt friendship since moving into the Golden Palace, which made him awkwardly say: "...Okay, if you think so."

There are two of them, one pretends that he wants to make friends, the other pretends that he doesn't want to make friends.

"I investigated that mercenary group, they are from Oscuras." The fake black widow said coldly and arrogantly.

"Oscuras..." Black Widow pretended to think.

Killian said: "I know, it is a small country in the Lake of Ten Thousand Lakes."

The fake black widow continued: "They are not strong enough. I don't think they can conquer the blue dragon."

"Forget it then."

Annan's decisiveness made Killian unable to help but say: "You don't want to find the blue dragon anymore?"

He didn't seem to be worried about the whereabouts of the imperial princess at all.

Annan just glanced at him and said nothing.

The words Annan said before suddenly rang in Killian's mind;

Don't let your emotions show up on the surface. Even if your mother dies at the party, talk to the guests about how big that lady’s ass is.

…

Warlocks all have a wonderful holiday.

At this moment, Annan was surrounded by a group of dragon-slaying team members: Luo Fei sat on the left, the Nameless One sat on the right, and Gloria behind him. Captain Ren and Skeeter were squatting in front of the fire and grilling meat like followers.

Although all of this has little to do with his status as a warlock, but purely because of his wealth.

The mage boy and a warrior who was thicker than Gloria were the only two team members who did not get close.

"You're calmer than I thought," the mage boy said.

The stout warrior looked envious: "I just don't think he likes my type."

The mage boy looked down at his legs and said nothing.

"It's not that necromancers are all lonely, why are you so enthusiastic..." Annan couldn't avoid it, and Luo Fei's body was almost hanging on her.

"Because when I saw your money...when I saw you, I couldn't help but fall in love with you."

"I hear you, honestly."

"The truth is that necromancers are all short of money."

It would be better to say that all mages are short of money, and necromancers are particularly short of money.

Annan also knew something. After all, there was a necromancer he abducted in Liberty City: "Then have you also gone to the cemetery to steal bones?"

"Uh... stolen it."

Luo Fei coquettishly made excuses for herself: "When we were apprentices, everyone was very poor and couldn't afford materials, so we had to go to cemeteries and mass graves to steal some bones... The battlefield can also be used, but it's a bit dangerous."

"Danger?"

"The undead resurrected on the battlefield are likely to have residual emotions from their lifetime, and are summoned out of control."

"What about you?" Annan asked the unknown person

"Because you are rich, I won't have to work hard in my life if I follow you."

Unexpectedly candid...

Annan looked at Gloria again.

"You need protection, I can protect you, that's it."

Annan looked at her forearms, which were almost as thick as his waist, and nodded in agreement.

"Captain Ren..."

"Skeeter and I are from Oscuras, and my hometown is in the middle of a war." The Paladin said proactively, "We want to help Oscuras."

"In a mercenary way?"

"In the mercenary way." Captain Renn nodded, "How can a few people influence a war? So we went out to defeat the evil dragon, and then sent the evil dragon's treasure back to our hometown."

No wonder……

Annan understood why they were so diligent.

Without bowing to Annan's... money, this mercenary group has amazing ideas.

Finally looking at the wizard boy and the strong man, Captain Ren introduced: "He is Jimmy, the team's brain trust, but his legs were torn apart by a werewolf in a battle, and he has been unable to walk since then..."

"What a coincidence."

While others were wondering what "what a coincidence" meant, Annan took out a wheelchair.

"With it, you can go wherever you want."

The mage boy twisted his lips: "You...is there anything I can do for you?"