The Righteous Player(s)

It's really a big face that makes people particularly reassuring.

There was no warning in Annan's mind.

What appeared in front of Annan was a "classic" mercenary uncle's face. A healthy oily glow appeared on his dark brown skin, and his brown pupils were shining brightly.

This person's body is strong enough...Wearing a leather coat, the shoulder muscles can actually support the clothes.

The man's right hand supported Annan to get up. Annan didn't even feel any pressure, so he was directly lifted up.

The muscles of his forearm are as strong as a hinge made of stainless steel, as if the bones must be firmly locked. The palms were hot, and even after his right hand left, Annan could feel a burst of heat on his shoulders.

"Huh."

Seeing Annan opened his eyes, the corners of the man's mouth raised: "You are awake.

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

"...It tastes good with grilled meat. If you drink it dry, please forgive me."

"Annan" shook his head, making a gentle voice in his own mouth.

He found a glass of warm water on the table and drank it. The dry eyes eased a lot.

At this time, Annan also immediately distinguished keenly. These were the two voices he heard when he entered the nightmare.

-Could this be Frederick and Justus?

Is it actually Frederick's identity that he used?

Annan thought at first that Frederick should be a boss here.

...But speaking of it.

If I were Frederick...

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

Annan himself hadn't thought about what to say, but his mouth came out with a tired voice: "...It's okay now.

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

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

The man let out a hearty laugh, took out the hip flask tied around his waist, raised his head and took two sips. Then he handed it to Annan, raised his brows and made a nasal sound as a sign.

"No. Don't. Forget it."

"Annan" in a gentle tone, continuously issued an unwavering three-fold rejection: "I am more or less a wizard...please please make me clearer."

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

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

He grinned, stretched out the thumb of his right hand, and picked out a heavy gold chain like a mahjong tile from his neck: "Look clearly, Freir—this is gold now! I am not the same now. Do you know what is fearless?!

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

He seemed to pronounce some kind of nickname for Frederick.

After laughing and talking, the suspected "Justus" man raised his head and drank again.

Annan has yet to control his actions and words.

But he can adjust his sight.

He noticed that something seemed to be written in the "card" on the heavy gold chain. It looked like a densely packed short text... but Annan glanced at it, but couldn't see what it was saying.

"what……"

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

"This thing will feel a burning pain when it falls on the skin. How did you drink it? The wine is so strong that it is already a kind of poison, right?"

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

The man twisted the bottle nonchalantly and pushed it back to his waist: "But don't worry. I have already transferred all the poison you have suffered back to me.

"This is magic wine that can make dragons drunk... a good thing that you can't find outside. Drinking this thing will not die, but it is a rare experience."

As the man said, he sat down beside Annan.

With his forearm, he clamped Annan's neck.

"Hey, Freel. You are a busy man, I haven't seen it once in many years. It's a rare opportunity, do you want to try suicide?"

"What?"

"Freel" and Annan in his heart uttered confused voices in unison.

"Let me tell you. I am today, even death can be reversed."

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

He made a deep and proud voice: "If only I was so strong back then. Ingrid she..."

"--Justus."

"Annan" spoke suddenly, interrupting Justus's words and confirming that Annan's guess was correct: "While you are not drinking too much, tell me about the mission goal first.

"You brought me to the Cinder Barrens. What do you want me to find for you? If it's buried under the volcanic rock, I can't find it."

He rubbed his temples and said angrily: "I'm very busy, Justus...unless it's a'lost item' with a clue. The treasure that nobody knows can't be recruited in a short while.

"In three days, I have to go back to the family to participate in the next round of sanctification ceremony~www.readwn.com~If you are not in a hurry, I will come to you next week?"

"I don't drink much..."

Justus murmured and patted "Annan" on the shoulder, making him feel a fleeting burst of pain: "It won't delay you. It's a simple job, and I won't let you If you do it for nothing, you will be paid accordingly.

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

Justus said, reaching out and groping in his arms.

"Annan" stared at him.

After about three or four seconds, the confident expression on Justus's face became a little embarrassed: "Hey? Wait... Maybe I fell downstairs when I was drinking yesterday. Maybe I didn't bring it... Don't panic, you rest first. I'll go find a contract—oh, it just so happens that I can order a lunch, what do you want to eat?

Justus' tone is very casual.

"Annan" sighed and said casually.

"Fry lamb with black pepper and garlic...Don't bring me wine, I want a glass of orange juice. It's best iced."

"I see, black pepper steak and-stop the orange juice, take a step back each, how about orange wine?"

Seeing the expression of "Annan", Justus raised his eyebrows and grinned happily: "Just kidding, don't care. I remember the lamb fried in black pepper and garlic with iced orange juice.

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

Having said that, Justus left the room without his beak.

The scene so far has been completely out of control. It should be regarded as the CG part imported in the opening.

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

The next moment, the introduction plot of this copy just emerged in front of him.

(End of this chapter)