The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 92: The art of controlling the mind

"Thank you?"

Annan was a little surprised.

He didn't feel that he had done anything that needed someone to come and thank him.

The coachman’s voice happened to penetrate the carriage at this time and came in:

"Hello, Lord Lord..."

That was the voice of a middle-aged man. The voice sounded very rich and powerful, but the voice was very low: "My name is Rum Notdam, the tax collector of Roseburg."

"——In fact, before we fought Gerald, Alvin actually prepared three plans."

Salvatore explained to Annan: "If we defeat him...then we will ask Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand to take you away just like we did just now. This is to imply to you that the entire Ross The police station in the fort is all his people."

"I can see this."

Annan nodded.

That’s why he killed Ferdinand neatly.

That's why he needed to bring the Viscount's body back to Fort Ross...

He did it just to show these people.

Salvatore continued: "But he is not a prophet. How could he know that we would be the winner in the end? So he actually prepared two plans...

"If the three of us die together, or the living people have lost consciousness, then he will send out the army and kill everyone else here. Then he will disguise the identities of some of them Become robbers and put the blame for our two deaths here on them."

"——Although no one will believe it, it is fully qualified as an excuse to delay time."

Annan commented: "The old man is indeed a cautious enough person... In other words, the experience of the elders is still safe."

He raised his head and asked Salvatore with interest: "So, what about the third plan?"

According to this statement, the third plan should be the outcome of Gerald's victory. That's the one related to Mr. Noterdam...

"If Gerald wins, Mr. Notedam will go over and show his kindness to Gerald."

Salvatore replied.

The tax officer who was also a part-time coachman continued: "The Viscount asked me to tell Gerald how much property we have in Fort Ross. He also ordered me to put all the property together and asked me to reset it to only me. Know the password, 'but don't need to tell Lord Gerald'."

After saying this, Notedam was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

"...But Lord Viscount doesn't know that my wife was once an apprentice of the Black Tower in the Zeland. I know what a soul-stealing wizard is, and I also know the existence of extraordinary beings. If Sir Gerald is really a soul-stealing wizard, Soul Wizard, then there is no difference between me telling him and not telling him.

"The extraordinary is just a legend to ordinary people. In terms of evidence, it is me who gathered all the properties in Fort Ross and placed them in a place only I know... In the end It was also lost in my hands.

"I guess that the Viscount wants me to take on this responsibility. I guess the Viscount will not make up for the loss of such a large amount of property... The identity of that gentleman, I'm afraid Not clean either. Can't even be found, he was in Roseburg."

—but I simply can’t afford it.

Notdam sighed deeply.

There was no hatred in his tone, only weakness and confusion.

To ordinary people, this man could be considered an upper-class middle-aged man. He murmured while driving the car: "I...I don't know what I can do.

"I cannot refuse the order of Lord Viscount - please forgive me, but Lord Viscount is almost a lord-like figure here. Disobeying his wishes will lead to death. But I don't want to and cannot bear such a burden. A big responsibility... With such a large amount of property lost, even if the Viscount exempts me from the death penalty and changes from 'stealing huge amounts of property' to 'major work error', I will definitely be sent to mine.

"My wife is about to give birth, and the child may be born this month. I can't let the child be born without a father, and I can't let my wife raise my child alone. I work as a tax officer, and I also It's the job of collecting taxes... You should know that this job is quite offensive, and you have to be able to fight. I usually offend a lot of people, but those are the people I offend on behalf of the Viscount!

"If I were not in Roseburg... No, as long as I am no longer a tax collector, my wife and children will definitely be in big trouble.

"I've obviously never done anything wrong. I'm cautious, I do things prudently, I have the strongest working ability, and I'm also the most obedient... But, why me..."

Notdam muttered in a low voice.

Annan listened quietly to this man who was almost middle-aged and had a son, murmuring outside the carriage, venting his fear and powerlessness: "If not, if it weren't for my lord, you would have won in the end..."

"That's it."

Annan replied softly: "I can completely understand you."

His voice is gentle, as clear as a child's tone, soft and soothing.

"Mr. Notedam, you are indeed not wrong. You are a good person and an excellent tax officer. As the saying goes, a tax officer who is not hated by others must not be a good tax officer. It is even less likely that he is an upright tax officer."

The carriage gallops. The wind howled.

The evening breeze in the early morning was moist and cold.

But Annan's words fell clearly into the ears of the tax collector Notedam, warming his heart: "You look a little uncomfortable now. But it's not your fault, it's Alvin Barber The order hurt you. I guess, when you usually interact with your brothers, do you behave boldly and cheerfully?"

"...Yes, yes, my lord,"

Noorddam quickly responded: "But I don't usually drink! I just chatted with them... But it's true, just like you said - 'bold and cheerful'."

"I guess so."

Annan put his hands on his chest, intertwined the tips of his fingers, and chuckled: "Because sir, your voice makes people feel happy.

"Do many children usually like to come to you?"

"Yes, yes..."

Noteddam was gradually calmed down and became less nervous.

Annan's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the carriage, see through people's bodies, and look straight into the core of people's souls.

And his tone was soft and gentle...

A French sociologist once pointed out that effective communication between strangers can only account for about 5% of the total conversation between the two parties. ~IndoMTL.com~ Most of these 5% of effective communication come from the first impression brought by words, personality, and appearance.

In other words, when two people who have never met communicate for the first time, only words that are gentle enough to warm people's hearts or harsh enough to scare people can enter the other person's mind and be remembered.

The rest of the words were automatically filtered out by the brain.

That's why Annan has always maintained this soft and docile attitude.

Based on his high status and excellent appearance, this is enough for his words to leave a mark on the hearts of anyone who comes into contact with him for the first time——

"Notdam, please stand tall. Because you are indeed not wrong... you have done everything you can do."

Annan's gentle voice is like medicine that heals the soul: "It's wrong, it's Alvin Barber."

It is enough to easily heal a scar in the soul that can never be healed.

And Annan can also help others to find out who or what really bothers them.

As long as Annan solves this problem...

The other person will trust him, be loyal to him, and even fall in love with him.

"But fortunately, Alvin Barber is dead."

Annan whispered: "I killed him - this secret. Please be sure not to leak it."

"Yes, yes... I already know, thank you very much, thank you... I will never tell anyone, I can swear to Yin Jue——"

The tax officer said gratefully. He thanked Annan from the bottom of his heart.

——The shared secret between the two people is enough to make them a close alliance.

Of course, the greatest thing is...

Everything Annan said above is true.

This is the art of mind control.