Chapter 62 Mr. Planner's Psychoanalysis

It started to rain.

The rain was heavy and heavy. But also sparse.

Judging from the actions of passersby to avoid the rain, it seems that the rain has been falling for a while...

But Annan and his party were unaware of this.

It's like they just entered another world before...

"Is it a hallucination?"

Salvatore stretched out his hand to support Annan's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Is... that person?"

He already had some confidence in Annan's wisdom.

"...not like it."

Annan said slowly.

Because it makes no sense.

If Gerald can easily create a barrier that can isolate passers-by from wind and rain, and still remain undetected by anyone - not even the chief graduate of the Black Tower is aware of it.

Then, he could easily separate and kill the two of them. If the strength gap is so large, strategy and vigilance will be meaningless.

"How much do you know about this man?"

Annan asked suddenly.

"You mean Bishop Darryl?"

Salvatore shook his head: "I just heard the name. And this name doesn't seem to be a common name in the kingdom, and it doesn't even have a surname. I didn't see this name in the previous newspapers.

"But the news from the Black Tower confirms that he is indeed the bishop who guards Roseburg... So, I suspect that this may be a pseudonym."

"Can the bishop still use a pseudonym?"

"Very few, but there are."

Salva replied affirmatively: "Because there are some 'names', they are already dead...

"I think you can understand what I mean."

"That's it."

Annan nodded slowly.

The "name" is dead... that is, the person's true identity, in the eyes of most people, has long been dead.

So, use a pseudonym?

"You, hello... Dear Sir!"

At this moment, Annan suddenly heard a thin young voice: "Is it Master Don Juan Geraint?"

Annan turned around and found that it was a thin, freckled teenager. He looked at most sixteen or seventeen years old, and the moment he met Annan's icy blue pupils, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes - but soon, that focus was overwhelmed by fear and timidity.

"it's me."

Annan replied calmly: "What's the matter?"

His voice was tender, calm and melodious, like clear lake water. Even if there are many players between the opponent and him, it can be clearly transmitted to the opponent's ears.

"It's your invitation!"

The young man didn't dare to look up at Annan, but blushed and said more and more difficultly: "It's an invitation from Lord Viscount Ba! He asked you to come over immediately and prepared a dinner party for you..."

He said and handed over the invitation.

The first player reached out to take the invitation, then took a photo and handed it to the next person.

The next person has a similar appearance, and after taking a photo with the invitation, it is passed on to the next person.

Salvatore watched as everyone in the group shook the invitation to the ear, and then solemnly handed it over to the next person, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

What are they doing...

Is this also some kind of etiquette of the people of the capital...

He stretched out his hand to accept the invitation, then subconsciously learned the movements of the players, shook it in his ear, and then handed it to Annan.

"...Pfft."

Salvatore faintly heard a very subtle laughter.

He was immediately annoyed.

Is the action not standard? Ah, yes, I can't let go of my actions, I don't dare to raise my hand...

"...Actually, you don't need to do that."

Annan looked at Salvatore's embarrassed look,

He couldn't help but persuade in a low voice, reached out and took the invitation and opened it.

Salvatore just nodded and said nothing.

But he couldn't help but criticize his subconscious timidity in his heart.

No, it's actually quite simple. Just can't let go. Is it because I came from a rural area, so I am afraid...

This problem must be overcome.

The status of these guards is lower than his own, and he is a little nervous and a little scared. How can he talk to him normally when he sees a wizard from the capital in the future?

Fortunately, Salvatore has made full use of his excellent memory and deeply engraved this etiquette in his brain - in fact, he has been constantly remembering the strangeness of Annan and his entourage these days. actions, and silently jot them all down.

At the same time, he also deeply felt the cultural difference between small places like Frozen Water Port and Marshland, and the prosperous royal capital——

"Only three people?"

Annan shook the invitation card in his hand and asked softly, "Do you know what is written on it?"

His ice-blue pupils quietly watched the boy who came to deliver the letter, but he lowered his head in fear.

"Yes... Lord Viscount specifically instructed-"

"I think, such a big viscount mansion should not be too poor to accommodate my guards, right?"

Annan interrupted the other party's words: "All of us will be there. You just answer like this - you go."

"……Yes."

The young man didn't dare to say anything more, he just bowed to Annan in embarrassment and left in a hurry.

Annan looked at his back deeply, and greeted Salvatore and Jiu'er to get back into the car.

Salvatore couldn't help but ask: "Are we really going? Didn't Bishop Darryl..."

"It's going to rain," Annan replied, "We have to find a place to shelter from the rain. I don't think the Viscount's Mansion will leak."

"No, I mean—"

"three people."

Annan interrupted Salvatore again and reminded.

Salvatore was slightly startled when he heard the words.

He realized something.

He frowned and said uncertainly, "But we are two..."

"That would be too deliberate."

Annan replied: "Because we have two extraordinary people. If he directly said that only the two of us are allowed to enter, it means that he has shown us the card - only extraordinary people are allowed to enter. Such a condition is too easy to think of. "

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at Salvatore and asked seriously, "The question now is, senior... How did he know that there are two extraordinary people among us?"

"This one is easy to detect."

Salvatore quickly replied: "The profession of hunter can do it."

"hunter?"

"Well, the curse hunter. A relatively rare profession... They can demarcate their own 'hunting ground', monitor the existence of the curse and locate each other's location. And the superhuman and the nightmare are the polymer of the curse... Unless there is a hidden Cursed objects or abilities, otherwise within the hunting grounds of hunters, all supernatural beings are in sight.”

Salvatore frowned slightly and warned: "Golden rank hunters will be on duty at the entry points of the underground passages of various countries. Hunters will also be guarding when many grand ceremonies are held. was approached and questioned about his identity...

"Viscount Ba is a very old nobleman. It is not surprising that he can recruit hunters. But it should be noted that the superhuman beings hunted by the hunters can become their new curses through rituals. They can also get from it. some ability.

"Instead of destroying the other party's bearer and obtaining part of the other party's abilities by inheriting the other party's curse... but setting up a new curse directly. Convert the other party's curse bearer into a temporary curse, bypassing the other party's curse Bind to use the opponent's ability.

"Usually, the new curse established by the hunter profession is that you can't kill other people by killing this extraordinary person. Therefore, the higher the level of the hunter, the more limited the way of fighting... but usually also Incredibly powerful."

"So are we being targeted by hunters?"

Annan laughed instead.

The speculation in his heart became more and more certain.

First of all, this must be the Hongmen Banquet.

Because they were basically torn apart. If the Viscount was with Gerald, there was no need for him to do anything.

In the common sense of ordinary extraordinary people, the combination of a hunter and a wizard must be far greater than the cooperation of two young wizards. And one of them is a transformation wizard, and has no ability to survive. This is the case that the Viscount has not recruited any other extraordinary people, and he has already occupied a comprehensive advantage.

After all, as Salvatore said... the ability of a wizard is largely related to age. The older the wizard, the greater the power of the spell.

It is impossible for the other party to know that Annan has four times the mana of ordinary wizards. In other words, when he estimated Annan's actual combat power, he would definitely underestimate him.

But now he came here specially and asked Annan to bring only one or two people in, which would make Annan, who was already very vigilant, decisively refuse to attend the banquet.

After all, this is equivalent to exposing the truth that the other party is likely to have a "hunter" to help. Turn this hunter from dark to light.

You know, that guy didn't even dare to send an army to kill Annan in the road - that was the real way to ensure that Annan was killed, and even Annan himself didn't know how to deal with it. Just be ready to run away at any time.

But as soon as Annan entered the city, the Viscount planned to do something. But he still didn't dare to send troops, but tried to assassinate or poison himself at the banquet...

In other words, the Viscount didn't actually take Annan to heart at all... He didn't confront him as an equal enemy, but an enemy who could be easily killed with a conspiracy.

Annan sneered.

But it's also reasonable. His age is the best disguise... Especially for an old man like the Viscount, he will undoubtedly despise Annan's youth more than ordinary people.

Because his only advantage is "experience". This is the advantage he relies on to maintain his dignity and prove his wisdom, and he will not abandon this advantage.

Therefore, he will definitely design the conspiracy out of "experience advantage". And never overestimate Annan's wisdom... He might think that Salvatore is the leader of the team.

"...That's it. So, senpai."

Annan calmly analyzed: "The question is, what would you do if you were the leader? I mean, without encountering Bishop Darryl."

"I'll still be at the banquet."

Salvatore thought for a while and replied softly: "Because in front of Gerald, the number of people is our disadvantage.

"He can control many people. The more guards you have, the greater the danger to us. So the three of us go in, and if we really fight, it will be more convenient."

"--That's the problem."

Annan said: "There is no doubt that the Viscount must know about this. He also knows that our number is a huge disadvantage in front of Gerald.

"So, they exposed one thing."

"...the two of them, aren't they together?"

Salvatore's pupils shrank, and he blurted out.

"That's why I sent the messenger back to inform the Viscount that I must bring someone in," Annan added calmly. "From the Viscount's scheming style, I'm sure he will back off. The dozen or so listened to Gerald. The elite warrior he commanded is undoubtedly a threat to him. So no matter whether he decided to leave before, he will definitely leave after hearing the reply... After we enter, I am afraid we will never see the hunter or the viscount.

"There's only one person waiting for us - Gerald. But that's our chance."

Annan crossed his hands and fingers, put them on his knees, and replied calmly: "Very simple psychological analysis, I laughed."

This is common sense in planning.