The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 104: Retreat to advance

"It's already six o'clock in the morning..."

Annan looked at the sky outside and fell into deep thought.

It had been a long, long time since he had stayed up late, let alone stayed up this late without sleeping at all.

This is very harmful to the body.

Moreover, at this time, Annan suddenly discovered a somewhat fatal place.

——That is, he no longer feels tired at all.

Although he stayed up all night watching the live broadcast, he was still in good condition. He didn't feel sleepy, nor did he feel unusually excited after staying up late. It was as if he was sleeping and waking up normally.

This is actually somewhat dangerous.

Because this means that Annan's body no longer warns him.

Could it be that according to legend, cultivating immortals is harmful to your health...so I suggest you just stop sleeping?

"Let's wait for Salvatore."

He sighed, put on his clothes and stood up to do some soft exercises to soothe his body that was a little stiff after lying in bed all night.

The Viscount's bed is indeed very comfortable.

But he still felt a little uncomfortable after lying there all night.

It was only six in the morning, and Salvatore had just slept for three hours.

Knowing that this miserable senior can only sleep six hours a day, it would be too inhumane for Annan to disturb his sleep again...

And this is not a place where he usually lives. After three o'clock in the morning, it is not certain whether he can fall asleep immediately.

——This is all to prevent the rare Kaizi from dying suddenly at a young age.

Annan convinced himself in this way.

Fortunately, his "moral sense" and "common sense" functions are still functioning normally.

Otherwise, with his bad taste, he is very likely to be unable to control himself and do immoral things for his own pleasure...

"...Why don't we go have breakfast first."

After twenty minutes of soft exercise, Annan exhaled.

Senior doesn’t get up until nine o’clock.

Not waiting for him to go out.

There was a knock on the door of the Viscount Mansion.

Who?

"It's only half past six in the morning."

Annan frowned slightly and opened the door.

Standing at the door with a smile was a bald priest with kind eyebrows, a generous face, and a fat head and big ears.

Seeing Annan open the door by himself, he immediately smiled and showed two rows of golden teeth. He took out his pocket watch in a somewhat exaggerated manner and saluted Annan: "Good morning, our fair and upright lord, I wish you You are also loved by Yinjue today.

"I'm so happy to see you opening the door."

...It's Bishop Dali Yuan.

Annan suddenly realized.

Bah, no...it's Bishop Daryl.

He has not forgotten this big round gold tooth.

This man looks arrogant, as if he knows a lot of things.

In particular, he first claimed to know the old man of the Geraint family, and he also knew the current head of the family. But he did not recognize that Annan was not Don Juan Geraint at all...

Or it may be that he recognized it but didn't say it clearly.

Because he finally advised Annan, "This is not your hatred, not anywhere."

Annan knew that what he said was right.

Whether it is Gerald or Viscount Barbour, they are targeting "Don Juan Geraint", not "Annan Winter".

This is also true.

After he revealed his true identity, they all temporarily gave up their hostility towards him.

"Salute to the silver coin...Grandpa Daryl."

Annan hesitated for a moment, then chose a more intimate title and returned the greeting to the bishop.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Annan's tone was soft and humble, but crisp and clear without any hint of timidity or hesitation: "If I can be of any help, please feel free to say so."

"Oh no, no, no... I definitely don't need to trouble you, my dear little Sir."

Bishop Darryl just said with a smile: "I just came to ventilate you beforehand and ask you...how do you plan to disclose that matter to them today?"

The bald and fat bishop did not say this "them" clearly.

But Annan understood.

What he was talking about must be the group of people who were bewitched and controlled by the Viscount.

As Bishop Daryl’s spokesperson for Lord Roseburg Silver, it was completely normal for him to come over to talk to Annan in advance.

He and Annan are the supreme rulers of Fort Ross and even the entire Northern Sea Territory. If the two of them disagree in public, it will be equivalent to making public the fact that "Rosberg's rule is not stable." It is entirely possible that the people below will be dissatisfied, and all kinds of clowns will pop up.

But Annan always feels...

Bishop Daryl is not here just for this matter.

Annan was silent for a while and then responded:

"I'm not sure, what are you talking about?"

He was asking Bishop Daryl tactfully - how do you plan to deal with it.

Bishop Daryl said with a smile: "Of course, our Lord Viscount was attacked and killed by heretics."

...Can this be done?

Annan was a little surprised.

Without a doubt.

This is Bishop Daryl's choice of a more favorable approach to Annan.

It means that he and the entire Silver Jue Church have endorsed Annan's right to rule.

"...Do you need me to do anything?"

Annan asked tentatively.

Seeing this, Bishop Daryl couldn't help laughing.

“It’s good to talk to smart people.”

He smiled and said: "You look a bit like your grandfather."

Whose grandfather is it? Can you make it clear?

Annan muttered in his heart.

But he could not speak out loud, so he could only nodded humbly and said in a cold and childish voice: "Thank you for your praise."

The bishop just smiled meaningfully and said nothing more.

"By the way, Grandpa Daryl."

Annan suddenly asked: "Do you know the one at the beginning of every nightmare?"

As clergy, the vanguard to purify nightmares, they should know more about nightmares than ordinary extraordinary beings.

Sure enough, Bishop Daryl thought for a moment and knew what Annan was talking about: "Are you talking about that whisper?"

"Yes."

Annan nodded.

Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "This, we generally call this 'Proverbs'. If we want to talk about principles and exceptions, it is very complicated... You only need to know at the application level, in absolute terms In most cases, 'Proverbs' will not lie to you.

"It will always reveal the core rules of every nightmare. But remember not to be misled. After all, there is only one proverb, and it is normal to be misunderstood.

"...like a prophecy."

At the end of his sentence, he sighed softly.

Annan was keenly aware of something. But there were too few items and he couldn't confirm it.

Bishop Daryl seemed to have thought of something and asked Annan: "Do you want to ask me what kind of nightmare Gerald hatched?"

"It would be great if you could tell me."

Annan nodded and said seriously.

Looking at Annan's ice-blue pupils, Bishop Daryl was a little distracted for a moment.

Seeing this, Annan was thoughtful.

The bishop was silent for a while, and suddenly showed that harmless smile: "No problem, I have completed a purification... This nightmare is slightly more difficult, but you can handle it. Type.

"Do you want the key?"

"...if you wish."

Annan nodded.

I secretly wrote down the professional term "key" in my mind.

Bishop Daryl seemed to have been prepared, and took out a hard object wrapped in layers of cloth from his waist.

Annan reached out to touch it and soon realized that it seemed to be a broken bone.

"If it touches the skin for more than thirteen seconds, it can enter a nightmare."

Bishop Daryl looked a little serious: "Although it is not difficult for you, if possible, it is best to enter after early morning."

"—Wait a minute, Grandpa Daryl."

Annan suddenly said: "If I enter a nightmare now...in three hours, can you wake me up?

"There are not many people I can trust here. The only one I can trust completely, apart from Salvatore, is you."

Hearing this, Bishop Daryl was a little stunned.

Of course he knows what this means...

After Annan entered the nightmare, his body was completely defenseless if he stayed outside. If Bishop Daryl chooses to kidnap him or kill him directly at this time, Annan will not be able to resist.

This is undoubtedly a big gamble.

Bet on the trust of others with your own life.

...But what is Annan betting on?

Bishop Daryl hesitated.

"...I don't recommend you do this, it will be too dangerous."

He became rarely serious and reprimanded Annan: "When you enter a nightmare, you cannot even let outsiders know. Let alone let others take care of your body, especially those who cannot be trusted... This is tantamount to It is you who exposes your own flaws."

"——Then can I trust you?"

Annan looked at Bishop Daryl with pure and clear eyes: "Can you wake me up?"

Looking at his ice blue pupils, Bishop Daryl was in a trance again.

He was silent for a while and sighed helplessly.

"Then you go to sleep... I will wake you up in three hours. ~IndoMTL.com~ He walked in the door, closed it and locked it.

...As expected.

Annan roughly understood something and was completely relieved.

Although many times, he behaves like a maniac at the gambling table.

But in fact, he was already cheating in secret.

——Although Annan asked Bishop Daryl this question before, this does not mean that Annan has completely believed him.

Although with the strength of the bishop, if it was really detrimental to Annan, Annan would not be able to fight back.

But if there was anything wrong with the bishop's reaction, Annan would immediately add, "Oh, I was just kidding." This won't deduct too many points from his impression score, and it can test the bishop's bottom line for himself.

This was not a big gamble, but a false move. It was only when he unexpectedly discovered that the opponent had no defense that the illusion suddenly turned into reality.

But Annan unexpectedly tried something else now.

He was becoming more convinced now.

Bishop Daryl indeed knew Annan.

And he should also know someone from the Annan family and be quite familiar with him...

"After you enter this nightmare," Bishop Daryl suddenly added, "if you see someone you know... don't be too nervous, but don't be too hesitant.

"Always remember that these are just afterimages in history. You can't change anything, and they are just illusions - kill them when they need to be killed, don't be soft-hearted, and don't trust people you shouldn't trust."

...Wait, what does this mean?

Annan was suddenly stunned.

Listen to what this bald man means.

Isn't Gerald's nightmare, his deepest obsession and resentment, not the incident where Annan and Salvatore suddenly confronted and killed him?