The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 62: Mr. Planner’s Psychological Analysis

It started to rain.

The raindrops are very heavy. But it's also very sparse.

Judging from the actions of passers-by taking shelter from the rain, it seems that the raindrops have been falling for a while...

But Annan and his party were completely unaware of this.

It was as if they had just entered another world...

"Is it an illusion?"

Salvatore put his hand on Annan's shoulder and asked softly: "Is it...that person?"

He already has some trust in Annan's wisdom.

"...It doesn't look like it."

Annan said slowly.

Because it makes no sense.

If Gerald could easily create a barrier that could isolate passers-by from wind and rain without being noticed by anyone - even the chief graduate of the Black Tower would not be aware of it at all.

Then, he would have been able to easily separate and kill the two of them. If the difference in strength is so great, strategy and vigilance will be meaningless.

"How well do you know this person?"

Annan suddenly asked.

"You mean Bishop Daryl?"

Salvatore shook his head: "I just heard the name. And this name doesn't look like a name commonly used in the kingdom, and it doesn't even have a surname. I haven't seen this name in previous newspapers either.

"But the news from the Black Tower confirms that he is indeed the bishop guarding Fort Ross...So, I suspect this may be a fake name."

"Can a bishop still use a pseudonym?"

"Few, but there are."

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

"I think you can understand what I mean."

"That's it."

Annan nodded slowly.

The "name" is dead...that is to say, this person's true identity has long since died in the eyes of most people.

That’s why you have to use a pseudonym?

"Hello... Dear Sir!"

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

Annan turned around and found that it was a thin boy with some freckles on his face. He looked to be at least sixteen or seventeen years old. The moment he looked into Annan's ice-blue pupils, his eyes immediately showed a look of surprise - but soon, that concentration was overwhelmed by fear and timidity.

"It's me."

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

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

"It's your invitation!"

The young man did not dare to raise his head to look at Annan. He just blushed and said with more difficulty: "It's an invitation from Lord Viscount Barbour! He asked you to come over immediately and prepared a dinner 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 looked presentable and took a photo with the invitation before passing it on to the next person.

Salvatore was suddenly confused as he watched each person in the group wave the invitation to their ears and then solemnly hand it to the next person.

What are they doing...

Is this some kind of etiquette among people in the capital...

He reached out to take the invitation, then subconsciously imitated the players' movements, shook it in his ear, and then handed it to Annan.

"...Pfft."

Salvatore heard faint laughter.

He was immediately annoyed.

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

"...Actually, you don't have to be like this."

Annan looked at Salvatore's embarrassed look and couldn't help but whisper a word of advice, reached out to take the invitation and opened it.

Salvatore just nodded and said nothing more.

But in his heart he couldn't help criticizing his subconscious cowardice.

No, this is actually very simple. I just can't let go. Is it because you are from a rural area that you are afraid...

This problem must be overcome.

The status of these guards was lower than his own, so he was a little nervous and afraid. When he meets a wizard from the royal capital in the future, how will he have a normal conversation with him?

Fortunately, Salvatore has made full use of his excellent memory and engraved this etiquette deeply into his brain - in fact, he has been constantly remembering Annan and his entourage these days. Their strange behaviors and silently wrote them down.

At the same time, he also deeply felt the cultural differences between small places like frozen water port and swampland, and the prosperous royal capital——

"Only three people?"

Annan shook off the invitation and asked softly: "Do you know what is written on it?"

His ice blue pupils stared quietly at the young man who came to deliver the letter, but he lowered his head in fear.

"Yes...the Viscount specifically gave instructions——"

"I think that such a large viscount's house shouldn't be too poor to accommodate my guards, right?"

Annan interrupted the other party: "All of us will be there. Just reply like this - you can go."

"...Yes."

The young man did not dare to say anything, he just bowed to Annan in embarrassment and left in a hurry.

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

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

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

"No, I mean——"

"Three people."

Annan interrupted Salvatore again and reminded him.

Salvatore was slightly startled when he heard this.

He realized something.

He frowned and said with some uncertainty: "But we are two people..."

"That would be too deliberate."

Annan replied: "Because we have two extraordinary beings. If he directly said that only the two of us are allowed to enter, it means that he has made it clear to us - only extraordinary people are allowed to enter. Such conditions are too easy I think of it."

The young man with black hair and blue eyes looked at Salvatore and asked seriously: "The question now is, senior...how did he know that there are two extraordinary beings among us?"

"This is easy to detect."

Salvatore quickly replied: "All hunter professions can do it."

"Hunter?"

"Well, Curse Hunters. A relatively rare profession... They can demarcate their own 'hunting grounds', monitor the existence of curses and locate the opponent's location. Transcendents and nightmares are both polymers of curses... Unless there are spells or abilities that hide the curse, all extraordinary beings within the hunter's hunting ground are clearly visible."

Salvatore frowned slightly and warned: "There will be gold-level hunters guarding the entry points of underground passages in various countries. Many grand ceremonies will also be guarded by hunters. Extraordinary people living in big cities, From time to time, I would be asked about my identity...

"Viscount Barbour is a very senior nobleman. It is not surprising that he can recruit hunters. But it should be noted that the extraordinary beings hunted by the hunters can become their new curses through rituals. They also You can get some abilities from it.

"Instead of destroying the opponent's carrier and obtaining part of the opponent's abilities through the traditional method of inheriting the opponent's curse...but directly establishing a new curse. Convert the opponent's curse carrier into a temporary curse, bypassing Use the opponent's spell to use the opponent's ability.

"Generally speaking, the new curse established by the hunter profession is that you cannot kill other people with the same method of killing this extraordinary person. Therefore, the higher the hunter is, the more limited his fighting method is... But Often incredibly powerful."

"So are we being targeted by hunters?"

Annan laughed instead.

The speculation in his mind became more and more certain.

First of all, this must be the Hongmen Banquet.

Because they are basically at odds with each other. If the Viscount and Gerald were on the same side, there would be 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. Moreover, one of them is a transformation wizard and has no ability to survive. This was despite the fact that the Viscount had not recruited any other extraordinary beings, and he had already gained a comprehensive advantage.

After all, as Salvatore said... a wizard's ability is largely related to age. The older the wizard, the more powerful the spell.

The other party has no way of knowing that Annan has four times the mana of an ordinary wizard. In other words, when he estimated Annan's actual combat effectiveness, he would definitely underestimate him.

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

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

You know, that guy didn't even dare to send an army to intercept and kill Annan in the middle of the road - that was the real way to ensure Annan's death. Even Annan himself didn't know how to deal with it. You can only be ready to escape at any time.

But as soon as Annan entered the city, the Viscount planned to cause trouble. But he still did not dare to send troops, but tried to assassinate or poison himself at the banquet...

In other words, the Viscount actually did not take Annan to heart at all... He did not confront him as an equal enemy, but as an enemy who could be easily killed through conspiracy.

Annan sneered.

But this makes sense. 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 an advantage he relies on to maintain his dignity and prove his wisdom, and he will not abandon this advantage.

So, he will definitely devise a conspiracy out of "experience advantage~IndoMTL.com~. And he will never overestimate Annan's wisdom... He may think that Salvatore is the leader of the team .

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

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

"I will still attend the party."

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

"He can control multiple people. The more guards you have, the greater the danger we will be in. So if the three of us go in, it will be more convenient if there is a fight."

"——That's the problem."

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

"So, they exposed something."

"...the two of them are not in the same group?"

Salvatore's pupils shrank and he blurted out.

"That's why I asked the messenger to go back and inform the viscount that I must bring people in," Annan added calmly, "Judging from the viscount's strategy, I'm sure he will back down. More than a dozen people listened to the viscount. The elite warriors commanded by Lald are undoubtedly a threat to him. So regardless of whether he decided to leave before, he will definitely leave after hearing the reply... When we enter, I'm afraid we won't be able to see the hunter at all, and we won't be able to see him at all. To the Viscount.

"There will only be one person waiting for us - Gerald. But this is our chance."

Annan crossed his hands and placed them on his knees, and replied calmly: "It's a very simple psychological analysis. It's funny."

This is common sense in planning.