Chapter 61 Bishop Darryl

After paying the entry fee of more than 20 people, Annan and his party entered Roseburg smoothly.

Of course, it must be Salvatore's money. After Annan stared at Senior Salvatore for a moment, the senior retreated - obviously embarrassed to go out with such a young child and ask him to pay.

Annan has now begun to seriously consider whether to hurry up and get some money. At least enough for daily expenses.

Always use Salvatore as a good child, even if the other party doesn't mind, there will be problems with his own performance sooner or later.

To say it is stingy and stingy is enough.

How can there be such a poor nobleman who usually lives...

"Excuse me--"

Suddenly, Annan heard someone outside the carriage raise his voice: "Is that Master Geraint in the carriage?"

who is it?

Annan's heart moved, but he didn't speak.

He looked at Salvatore, and the other party understood and said, "I am Salvatore Heta. Who are you?"

"I am the bishop of the Silver Lord, Darryl. Dear Son of the Black Tower..."

The man outside the car said with a smile: "I think you may have heard me."

"...I did hear the name. He's the bishop of Roseburg, and he's said to be very capable."

Salvatore looked at Annan and asked in a low voice, "Go down and have a look?"

"You can go and see, maybe it's here to help us."

Annan said solemnly: "After all... this matter has something to do with that person."

Salvatore understood.

Annan glanced around and motioned the players to move closer to him.

In fact, Salvatore had already made an agreement with Annan, and Annan would decide what to do after entering the city.

Reaper wizards are experts at manipulating minds. Even without spells, they are usually good at it.

After all, Salvatore has murderous intentions for Gerald, and Gerald should also know about it... This means that he is likely to take advantage of Salvatore's Kill the heart and lead him to make mistakes.

And Annan didn't know Gerald at all. This means that he cannot be induced by the other party and can always remain calm-especially when the two disagree, Salvatore will begin to reflect on whether he has been unknowingly influenced.

This is what Annan and Salvatore discussed in the carriage while they were on the road.

Naturally, the whole process was also broadcast live in real time by Jiu'er who was beside Annan.

On the one hand, the players were nervous and excited about the strength of the enemy they were about to encounter... On the other hand, they were convinced of the conjecture that "Don Juan is the protagonist of this game".

Although the cover of this game is Don Juan, there are always exceptions.

For example, a game where a Kanban girl has no sense of existence...

But look, is it possible for ordinary people to be so smart when they are twelve or thirteen years old? Do ordinary people act so calmly when they are twelve or thirteen years old?

Annan's words of wisdom have made players more convinced of the idea of ​​holding their thighs and waiting for plot kills...

After all, they have now come into contact with the extraordinary power of this world many times. They have also realized that although they can easily defeat those private armies disguised as robbers, their combat effectiveness is almost insignificant compared to those of the extraordinary.

In their entire team, there are only two extraordinary people in total.

——Then, I should have come here to run through the scene, do miscellaneous things, and clear up mobs, right?

In the end, it must be a series of CG cutscenes, the young master of Don Juan and the panda eye master will show their power, right?

The foot men thought very optimistically.

And Annan's ideas are completely different from the players.

He just said silently and indifferently to the short girl beside him: "Protect me, Jiu'er - protect me with your life."

"I will! Uh... eh?"

Jiu'er responded briskly.

But she paused, and suddenly there was a look of surprise in her eyes.

Without any hesitation, she said very firmly and smoothly: "Please rest assured, young master. I will never let any attack approach you-"

... Whenever I see this scene, Salvatore feels very incomprehensible.

How on earth did Don Juan find such a group of die-hard guards?

But in fact, Annan just sent Jiu'er a temporary task.

[Temporary task: personal guard]

[Task requirements: In Rosberg, always protect "Don Juan Geraint" closely to block any arrows, spells, poisonous wine and daggers that may strike; before this task fails, resurrection does not require any cost and ignores it Resurrection times per day]

[Special needs: The final reward is issued according to the satisfaction of "Don Juan Geraint"]

Seeing this task requirement, Jiu'er understood.

Flash the hook. She is very good at this...

If she hadn't thought that this would trouble the young master, she would have stuck close to Annan, then stretched out her arms and shouted after leaving the carriage:

"Bron here--!"

Of course, when this task appeared, she also took a screenshot and sent it to the forum for the first time.

And Aite especially took a look at Lin Yiyi.

Taking into account his own impression in Annan's heart, Jiu'er just smiled reservedly, then opened the car door diligently, and helped Annan get out of the car.

Seeing this scene, Salvatore, who got out of the car, felt more complicated.

Especially after he saw that the other guards heard this order and instead cast Jiu'er envious eyes that were almost jealous, he felt even more confused.

It's weird, these people are really weird...

Are the guards from the royal capital so good-looking, powerful in combat, and so reliable in loyalty?

Are the rumors wrong?

Don Juan Geraint is not the least favorite son of Count Geraint, but his first heir?

His eldest son is just a pretense? A target to protect Don Juan and resist assassination?

Salvatore can only think so.

Surrounded and protected by the players, he got out of the car, and Annan also saw the man who stopped the car.

It was...a man who looked like a silver sergeant.

Bishop Darryl has a generous face, friendly eyebrows, and big ears, which can be called fat for the time being. His hair was completely shaved, and he kept a friendly smile on his face. Although he looks very old, his skin is still delicate, and his real age cannot be seen.

He was wearing the same white suit as Padre Louis. But the clothes on the bishop obviously endured the hardships that the clothes of his size should not bear - the same white dress that looks extra slim and handsome on the priest Louis, on the bishop, it seems to prove the excellence of the fabric The tolerance is the same, and the fabric on the stomach looks a little tight, as if bending down hard, the buttons will fly out directly.

And in his breast pocket, there is a silver pocket watch similar to that of the Lewis priest. Unlike Reverend Lewis, his pocket watch was smaller and looked more like a silver coin.

But compared with the stalwart figure of Lord Bishop, what is more memorable at a glance is the two rows of golden teeth he shows when he smiles.

Yes, he has a whole set of golden teeth.

When he smiles, he shines brightly.

Annan was very envious.

"Salute to the coin, Bishop Darryl."

Annan and Salvatore respectfully paid their respects to the bishop.

The players behind him reacted half a beat slower, and followed Annan's actions to salute him.

Bishop Daryl just responded with a smile, took out the pocket watch and opened it with a snap: "May you be loved by the Silver Lord today, lovely children..."

"I'm young, so I asked directly, you can't blame me."

Annan made full use of every advantage he had, and asked without shame, "Do you have something to say to me when you stopped us?"

"Yes, sir."

Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Count Geraint wrote to me in advance and asked me to take care of you."

"My father knew you?"

Annan asked in surprise, a little wary in his heart.

The bishop just waved his hand and said with a smile: "Actually, I did not know your father, but your grandfather.

"I'm a friend of your grandfather, little ser. You should call me grandpa if you want."

The bald-headed, fat bishop, who looked no more than 40 or 50 years old, smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Then, Grandpa Darryl."

Although he felt that this man was taking advantage of himself, Annan did not hesitate at all, and without hesitation, he shouted, and by the way, he bluntly returned to the previous topic: "What do you have to do with me?"

"Just a suggestion. For the sake of the old man's son."

The smile on Bishop Daryl's face narrowed slightly, and his tone became more formal: "Alvin Barber will invite you to the banquet later... I personally advise you not to go.

"It's not your hatred. Neither side."

His voice fell, and the dazzling electric light fell.

Annan blinked, the fat bishop had disappeared.

Until then, he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, and his chest was cold.

The thunder that suddenly sounded in the distance rolled like a wheel. The passers-by around screamed, and they walked a little faster, preparing to go home to take shelter from the rain.

Annan suddenly realized-

After this strange fat man appeared.

No one passed by on the street at all, and he didn't feel the cool breeze before the heavy rain at all.

Annan looked up and saw that the sky was gloomy and the dark clouds overwhelmed the city.

The wind is getting stronger.