Chapter 12 Annan: I Have a Showdown

Nigel Elliot, now believes that this person is indeed his fan. Instead of people who come to trouble yourself.

To be able to say something like this - to be able to taste in those pictures his own clumsy and futile attempts is absolutely impossible for those savages to do.

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Nigel wiped his eyes, nodded a little reservedly: "It's probably been a long time since I heard that kind of past... sorry."

"No, I'm the one who should apologize."

The black-haired middle-aged man showed a bright smile again: "I'm also sorry for saying this kind of secret - no matter how you think about it, it should be after we get acquainted, chatting while drinking, crying and crying when we talk about hugging each other. The topic of laughter is. But I think, probably only by mentioning this kind of thing, can you believe that I am really your fan? Hahahaha..."

This is undoubtedly a slightly impolite response.

But it gave Nigel a step down and explained why he was so neurotic before.

—because the middle-aged man had already guessed that Nigel had been in some kind of trouble before. So why was Nigel so vigilant to the point of faux pas just now. Nigel doesn't need to explain much about it...

"I'm so sorry, I had a little trouble before."

Nigel smiled awkwardly, lowered his head to express his apology: "I thought I was being chased up again..."

This is a bit stinging, but it makes the topic less embarrassing, so that it can be continued more easily.

He glanced back at Shisanxiang and Husky who were muttering - his eyes focused on the robes of different colors on the two of them.

Nigel took the initiative to change the previous topic, and asked: "Speaking of... what are you doing to Noah?"

"Go to the Black Tower of the Marsh."

The middle-aged man replied without hesitation: "There are some things to deal with."

"...As for Zedi Heita," Nigel said hesitantly, "it seems that something happened a few months ago."

"Ah, I know."

The middle-aged man smiled heartily: "I'm here to help deal with the aftermath of this matter.

"

"……oh oh."

Nigel nodded suddenly.

It should be a wizard from another place... There seem to be two wizard towers in the Duke of Winter.

"I really envy you..."

Nigel sighed: "Speaking of which, if I hadn't taken this path back then, I would probably be a wizard now."

"Oh?"

"My mother is a ceremonial master, and she has always hoped that I can enter the Zedi Black Tower to learn transformation spells."

The middle-aged painter picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then covered his face.

His expression is a little complicated.

After taking another sip of tea, he sighed and said in a low voice: "But I didn't live up to it. I would rather run away from home than paint.

"Of course... I really didn't regret the choice I made back then. But sometimes, I would also think—maybe learning spells and painting are not in conflict? If I chose to become a wizard back then, maybe I would have time Come to practice drawing..."

Nigel murmured, putting down his teacup.

The teacup was placed on the table, making a muffled sound like a bell.

He made a low and clear voice: "But it still doesn't work.

"My talent is insufficient, unlike those geniuses. If I don't push me to the point of nowhere, maybe I will just give up this path..."

No, I will definitely give up this path.

It is precisely because he was a young man back then that he had no way out... He really owed Zhi Ji too much, and was really dissatisfied with the muddle-headed life at that time, so he practiced hard for twenty years... just to be able to one day, It is possible to return the support that Zhi Ji did not intend to return to him in the past.

Just to repay the favor.

If he could become a wizard, his life would most likely not be so difficult and boring. There are many things he can pursue... Maybe he will be happier, and maybe he will become a successful person in the eyes of others.

——But that was not the life he wanted after all.

"I still prefer to paint."

he whispered.

The middle-aged man said gently: "This may also be your luck."

"……what?"

"You should just know that something happened to Zedi Black Tower back then. But I don't know exactly what went wrong."

The middle-aged man with an amiable smile said seriously to the painter: "Just a few months ago, the Zedi Black Tower was attacked by the enemies of the Golden Rank. Everyone in the Zedi Black Tower at that time—except Hugo Tower Master Besides, none of the wizards survived."

"Ah, this..."

"In other words, it's a good thing you didn't get into the Zedi Black Tower back then. Otherwise, you might be dead now."

The middle-aged man spread out his thick and reliable hands, and made a gentle voice: "This is [fate].

"Stop thinking about the past."

"...That's true."

Nigel nodded.

"By the way," the middle-aged man showed curiosity, "I remember that you have always lived in Noah? A while ago, you just published a drawing about Zhi Ji... When did you arrive at Rin?" winter?"

"Ah, a little work..."

When this matter was mentioned, the smile on Nigel's face suddenly became a little forced: "A friend...someone dragged me over and asked me to help draw something."

"Did you encounter a contract dispute?"

The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly, and said with some seriousness: "To tell you the truth, I still have some property in the cold winter... Many people respect me very much. Even the master of the tower, I can talk. "

"yes……"

Nigel hesitated a little, and said doubtfully.

"That's right. I can even meet His Royal Highness Dmitry anytime."

The middle-aged man leaned back slightly and said sincerely.

Nigel's eyes lit up slightly: "Then you know Annandian... no, His Majesty Annan?"

"Of course, I haven't known him for a year or two."

Without hesitation, he said the truth that Nigel couldn't understand the true meaning: "I was able to go abroad in this tense season because of the order of the Grand Duke."

With that said, he took out his file and showed it to Nigel.

After seeing that Annan's signature was indeed there, Nigel was slightly relieved.

He glanced left and right, hesitated, but still gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice.

"If you know His Majesty Annan... When you return to Lindong, you must ask His Majesty to pay special attention to the province of St. Felix."

"There is a Tower of Storms in St. Felix Province, so nothing should happen, right?"

"It's not easy for me to talk to His Majesty Annan about this matter...but I can still mention it to you."

Nigel said seriously: "I doubt it—it's just a suspicion, there is no evidence. But I always feel that there is something under [Furnace Mountain]. Not a good thing."

"Furnace Mountain?"

The middle-aged man frowned: "Does this have something to do with you suddenly running back to Noah?"

"It's like this. I haven't been here for a long time. Before, an old friend asked me to draw some 'things that are hard to describe in words'... It's at the bottom of Furnace Mountain."

"Did you see those things?"

"I saw it and drew it. It's indeed a strange thing...it can't be described in words, but I don't think it's particularly dangerous."

He said seriously: "What I think is wrong is not the crystal clusters under Furnace Mountain. It's the entire province of St. Felix... My friend and the nobles I met have changed their personalities. Be extra...gentle?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to be gentle?"

"Of course. But would those great nobles really be so gentle with a commoner like me?"

Nigel frowned: "That's why I said that this matter is not easy for His Majesty Annan. I actually know His Majesty Annan, and the Coldwind Fortress is not far from Frostwhisper Province. It's not easy to mention this matter... If I'm just thinking too much, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for many people..."

"But if it was me who told the story, it would only be 'what I heard, something possible', and it would not be believed by His Majesty Annan, right?"

The middle-aged man broke through Nigel's words: "Actually, you should have some evidence on your side—it's just who do you want to hand over to Noah's Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Nigel's complexion changed immediately.

His face was pale, and he looked extremely anxious: "You..."

"—what's wrong with me?"

A gentle and pleasant voice came.

At some point, the middle-aged man turned into An Nan with his legs crossed.

Annan said with a half-smile: "I don't think it's necessary to be so troublesome...Although there are some things you don't want me to hear directly from you, since I have already heard them. Maybe our communication can be more direct?

"I didn't expect that either. I just wanted to try my luck, but I ended up catching a big fish-I'll just ask, Mr. Nigel. May I ask who invited you to Winter and what exactly did you do? ?

"What's under Furnace Mountain? And... the nobles in the province of St. Felix, what's wrong?"

Annan said leisurely: "Do you want to talk here first, or wait until Noah... Come with me to meet Queen Kafni and talk with her?"

update completed! Asking for tickets is hot~