A strange world

Chapter 1278 Chapter 200. Arrogance and Arrogance

It only took half a day for Annan to name the Oscuras mercenary group An—no, Reeves.

And with the power, Annan urged the dragon-slaying team to set off quickly.

He has no intention of reporting his identity for the time being. Who knows if there is anyone from Commander Raymond in the team, and Ilimoyas is likely to escape again after passing there, so it is better to find him first.

Frankly speaking, Annan quite liked the atmosphere in the Dragon Slaying Team.

Captain Ren is very purposeful, but he doesn't make people feel entangled, and who can hate a paladin who is trying to save his hometown?

Luo Fei is full of contrasts. She looks petite and harmless, but after getting to know her a little bit, you will know that she is a necromancer who deals with death all day long. The cute doll she holds is filled with relics. After being in contact with her for a long time, I found that she is another Tina-like character who is full of money.

According to her, there is no difference between a necromancer holding a pile of relics and bones and a mage holding a staff.

Gloria looks like an orc, has an orc-like personality, and acts like an orc, so she is an orc. She said that she was like this because of a curse... Annan didn't believe it anyway.

Annan even believed that Gloria, who had orc blood, lied about being cursed because she was afraid of being discriminated against.

The team members are almost familiar with it, and Captain Ren is ready to set off to defeat the evil dragon.

It was dusk outside, and the setting sun that was about to set behind the mountains in the distance stretched their shadows long and narrow.

"It's so quiet. There aren't many people on the road."

It was quiet around the camp. Annan looked around, feeling as if a group of people would rush out and attack them at any time.

However, until the dragon-slaying team put away their tents and sundries, loaded up their trucks, and assigned team formations, the attack that Annan was expecting never materialized.

Annan was rightfully protected at the center of the team. Captain Ren, Skeeter and Gloria all surrounded him, as if this was not a subjugation mission but a protection mission.

Captain Ren, who put on his battle armor, mounted his horse and pulled the reins: "Let's go!"

The unknown person and the rangers in the team rushed out first, leading the way.

The luxurious but fragmented Golden City gradually moved away behind him. After confirming that there were really no attackers, Annan rushed to Captain Ren and asked him where the evil dragon was.

Captain Renn unfolded the map of the Broken Mountains and pointed to somewhere southwest of the Golden City: "Our previous investigation pointed to this place."

…

Evening, dining room.

There were three people sitting at this time: Lord Raymond, Killian, and a young nobleman wearing luxurious gold silk clothing, who had a shadow of Lord Raymond.

But he was more like Killian. He was almost a replica of Lord Raymond when he was young... so the young noble looked at Killian with hostility in his eyes from time to time.

"I took Annan Reeves around the city and... became friends."

Killian mustered up some courage and revealed to the high lord what happened during the day.

Killian, who had received too many scolds these days, was ready to be scolded again. Unexpectedly, "uncle" seemed to be in a good mood: "My nephew, why don't you invite your new friend to dine?"

"Uncle, is this too obvious? I'm worried-"

Lord Raymond grabbed the golden goblet and threw it at Killian.

The wine glass was misplaced, grazing Killian's scalp as he froze in his seat.

Killian was motionless, and the scab on his forehead where he had eaten a few days ago was aching.

Lord Raymond roared angrily: "Idiot, when I ask you to do something, you don't need to question it."

"Brother Kilian has been living among the people for too long, haven't you gotten used to the family's rules yet?" the young nobleman said sarcastically.

Killian ignored him, stood up and said, "Yes, uncle..."

He walked past the maid who was squatting before smashing her wine glass. As he was going out, he heard his moody uncle laughing again: "Bring me my new wine glass..."

"Where is Annan Reeves?" he asked the golden guard outside the door.

"He and the woman entered the room and never came out."

Walking along the long and splendid corridor of the Golden Palace to Annan's room, Killian knocked on the gold-grained wooden door.

Black Widow, who appeared behind the door, looked at Killian: "Are you scolded again?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Killian looked humiliated.

"You don't have friends, do you? Ordinary concern actually makes you feel like you are laughing?" Black Widow was about to cover her mouth and laugh, but she found that this action was too feminine and paused.

Killian didn't pay attention, all he could think about was disappointing his "uncle" again.

"Need it?"

"No wonder you are so... extreme, you are the one who doesn't care?"

"...Stop talking about me, uncle wants to invite you to dine with me."

"Well, if going over here can save you from being scolded." Black Widow turned around and said to her fake self, "I'm going out and I'll be back later."

"Got it, honey."

"Let's go." Black Widow walked out of the room.

Killian didn't like this kind of charity, but Annan's frankness made him no longer disgusted, and even the shadow dissipated a lot.

As soon as they entered the dining room, Killian saw "uncle's" new "wine glass."

It was a fresh head of a young man. The forehead was cut open and the head was hollowed out. The maid standing aside calmly poured red wine into the head.

Using a human head as a bowl is really a lunatic...

Black Widow thought about it. The owner of this head seemed to be the former guard captain named Us.

What did he know?

When Black Widow thought about this, Lord Raymond laughed: "I heard that you and Killian are friends, so you specially asked people to capture the soldiers who offended you, cut off their heads, and made them into wine glasses. How about that?"

It's more like a demonstration of cruel means than a gesture of goodwill.

Facing his demonstration, Black Widow looked indifferent: "Whatever, I don't care about the life and death of small people, but eating with this thing is really disgusting, you guys eat it."

She turned and walked out, patting Killian on the shoulder when she passed by him: "It's better to eat with you."

"Stop."

Black Widow stopped and looked back at the young noble who spoke.

"Who are you?"

"Elvis Raymond, the future master of Broken Mountains."

Elvis Raymond inherited the arrogance and arrogance of his father's lineage-deliberately glanced at Killian.

Black Widow said to Lord Raymond, who had put away his smile, "Your son has a personality very similar to you... but he doesn't look like you."

After Annan left, the dining room was silent.

Elvis Raymond was the first to speak: "Father, that Annan Reeves has no respect for you at all!"

Lord Raymond grabbed the "wine glass", and just when Killian thought he would smash it like before, he raised his head and drank it in big gulps.

The swollen throat was squirming, and the red wine flowed from the corners of his mouth like blood, which was indescribably terrifying with the head in his hand.

Elvis Raymond was proud at first, but gradually, his smile disappeared.