The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 107: Frederick and Justus

What a very reassuring face.

Without warning, Annan had such an idea in his mind.

What appeared in front of Annan was a "classic" face of a mercenary uncle. A healthy sheen appeared on his dark brown skin, and his brown pupils shone brightly.

This man's body is so strong... even when wearing a leather coat, his shoulder muscles can actually hold up the clothes.

The man's right hand helped Annan get up. Annan didn't even feel any pressure and was lifted directly.

The muscles in his forearm were as strong as fine steel hinges, as if the bones had to be locked tightly. The palm of his hand was so hot that even after his right hand left, Annan could feel a burst of heat steaming from his shoulders.

"Ouch."

Seeing Annan open his eyes, the man raised the corner of his mouth: "You're awake.

"I'm right, how does 'Dragon Drinking' taste?"

"...It tastes good when paired with barbecue. Please forgive me if you drink it dry."

"Annan" shook his head and made a gentle voice in his mouth.

He found a glass of warm water on the table and drank it in one gulp. The dry eyes were relieved a lot.

At this time, Annan also immediately discerned keenly that these were the two voices he heard when he entered the nightmare.

——Could this be Frederick and Justus?

Is the identity I am using actually the identity of Frederick?

Annan initially thought that Frederick should be a BOSS here.

...But speaking of it.

If I were Frederick...

So the soul in Justus' body at this moment is Miss Nefertari who has lost her dreamer consciousness?

Annan himself hadn't thought about what to say, but a tired-sounding voice came out of his mouth: "...It's not bad now.

"When I first finished drinking, it felt like someone was dancing in my head..."

"Ahahahaha! Men just want to drink strong alcohol!"

The man let out a hearty laugh, took out the wine bottle tied around his waist, raised his head and took a few sips. Then he handed it to Annan, raised his eyebrows and made a nasal sound as a signal.

"No. Farewell. No need."

"Annan" used a gentle tone and issued three consecutive rejections: "I am also a wizard to some extent... Please let me wake up."

"Ahahahaha! With me here, what are you afraid of!"

Hearing the words "Annan", the man just laughed out loud.

He grinned, stretched out his right thumb, and picked out a heavy gold chain like a mahjong tile from his neck: "Look clearly, Freyr - this is gold now! I am different now than before. It’s the same, do you know what it means to be fearless?!

"That is, even if you fall into lava, you will never die!"

He seemed to pronounce some kind of nickname for Frederick.

After laughing and talking, the man who looked like "Justus" raised his head again and took a sip of strong wine.

Annan has yet to control his actions and words.

But he was able to adjust his vision.

He noticed that there seemed to be something written on the "card" on the heavy gold chain. It was like a dense collection of short words... But Annan glanced at it, but couldn't see clearly what was written on it.

"Ha..."

"Annan" just sighed helplessly and deeply: "Anything is fine, but forget about the wine.

"When this thing falls on your skin, you will feel a burning pain. How do you drink it? Is the alcohol so strong that it is already a poison?"

"It's just poison. You can understand it that way."

The man screwed up the wine bottle nonchalantly and stuffed it back into his waist: "But don't worry. I have transferred all the poison you suffered back to my body.

"This is the magic wine that can make dragons drunk...a good thing that can't be found outside. Drinking this thing and not dying is a rare experience."

The man said and sat down next to Annan.

Using his forearm, he clamped Annan's neck.

"Hey, Freyr. You're such a busy guy and you haven't seen me for a few years. If you have this rare opportunity, do you want to try to commit suicide?"

"What?"

"Frel" and Annan in his heart made confused sounds in unison.

"I'm telling you. Now I can even reverse death."

The man patted his chest and made a sound like metal clashing.

He made a low and proud voice: "It would be great if I was so strong back then. Ingrid..."

"——Justus."

"Annan" suddenly spoke, interrupting Justus' words and confirming that Annan's guess was correct: "Tell me about the mission objective before you drink too much.

"What do you want me to help you find when you bring me to the Cinder Barrens? If it's buried under volcanic rocks, I can't find it."

He rubbed his temples and said angrily: "I'm very busy, Justus... Unless it's a 'lost object' with clues. That kind of treasure that no one knows about can't be found in a short while. .

"Within three days, I have to return to my family to participate in the next round of consecration ceremony. ~IndoMTL.com~ If you are not in a hurry, I will come to you next week?"

"I don't drink much..."

Justus murmured in a low voice and patted "Annan" on the shoulder hard, making him feel a fleeting burst of pain: "I won't delay your business. It's a simple job, and I won't do it either." Your work will be in vain and you will be rewarded accordingly.

"But before that, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement."

Justus said, reaching out and groping in his arms.

"Annan" stared at him.

After about three or four seconds, the high-spirited and confident expression on Justus' face turned a little embarrassed: "Huh? Wait... Maybe I dropped it downstairs when I was drinking yesterday. Or maybe I didn't take it. Come here... don't panic, you rest first. I'm going to look for the contract - oh, I can just order a lunch, what do you want to eat?"

Justus' tone was very casual.

"Annan" sighed and said casually.

"Fried lamb with black pepper and pesto...don't bring me wine, I want a glass of orange juice. It's best if it's iced."

"Got it, black pepper steak and—forget the orange juice, everyone takes a step back, how about the orange wine?"

Looking at "Annan's" expression, Justus raised his eyebrows and grinned happily: "I'm just kidding, don't worry about it. Pan-fried lamb with black pepper and pesto and iced orange juice, I remember that. Very clear.

"Stay here and don't move. You can also read the newspaper in the room. I will be back soon."

After saying that, Justus left the room without comment.

The scenes so far have been completely out of control. It should be regarded as the CG part imported at the beginning.

After Justus left, Annan's body was finally able to move freely.

The next moment, the introduction plot of this copy just appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)