The Righteous Player(s)

　　 "Study room?"

　　 After hearing this command, Justin was slightly taken aback.

　　 Then he simply agreed: "Okay, sir. Please come with me..."

　　Justin remembered that there should indeed be something in Viscount-sama's study that could not be seen by outsiders.

　　 Although he himself was not barred from entering the study, Justin had never sneaked in.

　　 This is exactly the expression of his wisdom.

　　—The more you know, the faster you die.

　　 He is a part-time worker anyway, and his main purpose is to stay here and eat. Justin knew in his heart that those who love to inquire about the secrets of the employer's home would not know when they would die inexplicably.

　　 So Justin never asks other things.

　　In this way, his reputation will gradually become better. After leaving Viscount Barbara, it will be convenient for him to find his next home with a letter of recommendation...

Oh yes.

　　 This is not Don Juan Gerante, it is a member of the Duke of Winter.

　　 Maybe they were originally in the same group. Either an agreement has just been reached.

　　 And, take a step back.

　　 Even if Duke Winterfell really has some unfavorable ideas for the Viscount Lord...Can Justin rush to protect the Viscount Lord?

　　 and then backhanded and sold by the old immortal?

　　Justin is not stupid.

　　Alvin Barber is not his master, but his boss. He pays to take care of the food, kills him himself or persuades the extraordinary who invaded the territory, nothing more.

　　 Those enemies who are not within the scope of Justin's duties will not be under his control.

　　Although Annan Rindong is an extraordinary person himself.

　　 But his status is much higher than that of ordinary Bronze Rank transcendents. Under normal circumstances, what a Bronze Rank transcendent can do, his face is enough; but what he can do with a face, a transcendent of the same rank may not be able to do it.

　　 This is fate.

　　 Justin sighed silently.

　　 They soon came to Alvin’s study.

　　 "Inside is the study of Viscount-sama."

　　 He respectfully said to Annan who was at least two heads shorter than himself: "Your Excellency Annan, is there anything else?"

　　 "Can you come in with me, brother Justin."

　　 Annan, like a real fourteen-year-old child, raised his head and made a soft and immature voice to the burly man who was close to 1.9 meters: "I am worried that some documents may be too high...

　　 He replaced the slightly more virtuous "brother" with a more amiable name.

　　 And Justin can't afford to be wary of this clean-eyed child.

　　 I didn't pay much attention before. But now... he is a good and polite boy.

　　 Although with his status, it is not right to pity a big man like Annan, and it is even more wrong to feel sorry for the enemy.

　　 But seeing Annan running around alone at a young age, he still felt that it must not be easy for him.

　　 Maybe it's because of thinking of my daughter.

　　 If she is still alive and has not been killed by the curse leaked from her body...it should be about the same age as Annan.

　　 I don’t know which one of her or this child will be cuter...

　　...It should be, my daughter, right?

　　 Probably.

　　 "Brother Justin?"

　　 Annan asked again, his voice was soft and his eyes were clean, and his tone was troubled: "Is it inconvenient?"

　　 "It's okay," Justin came back to his senses, with a awkward smile under his fleshy bald head, and tried his best to gently say, "I'll just go in with you.

　　 "What I was thinking just now is, are you still staying for dinner today? I just told the kitchen to make more delicious food..."

"Maybe."

　　 Annan thought about it seriously, revealed a bright smile, and replied happily: "I think I should stay for dinner."

　　 What he said is serious.

　　 Anyway, there is no need to kill the Viscount without black fire, and this manor should not be destroyed.

　　Since the kitchen is ready for food...After killing Alvin, it's better to stay here for dinner at night.

　　 It's shameful to waste.

　　 Annan followed Justin into the study. This is to guard against possible traps.

　　Justin also knows Annan’s purpose. After all, he is an experienced hunter, and he can't understand this kind of simple careful thinking...

　　 "Thank you, Brother Justin."

　　 After Annan entered the house, he saluted Justin again.

　　 Seeing that he was so respectful and friendly to himself, Justin couldn't help sighing.

　　 For some reason, the dissatisfaction that had just risen in his heart disappeared...

　　 "I want to read the latest letters."

　　 Annan said softly.

　　Justin nodded: "Well, it should be here..."

　　—This is naturally Annan’s response.

　　He is not only bluffing.

　　The so-called watching people order dishes, Justin is a typical smooth donkey, who eats soft but not hard.

　　 And when Annan gets along with him, his needs are different from that of Alvin.

　　 He does not need to seize the right to speak, and does not need to establish authority. He just needs Justin to relax his vigilance on himself.

　　 Annan can see that Justin is not a naturally dull type. He has a keen judgment on the human heart, but his acting style is too heavy and he likes to think before acting. This often means that he has lost something important.

　　 He stayed alone for a long time in the field... Judging by his age, most of them are family members such as parents, wives or children.

　　 When he walks, he is always alert to the surroundings and loves to look at the road instead of looking at people. He looks restless all the time, which means that he has low self-esteem hidden in his heart. When he met Annan for the first time, he enthusiastically paid tribute to Annan with the courtesy of the Principality of Winter, which shows that he has an attitude of admiration for people of high status and low ability.

　　 This also means that what he desires is status.

　　 And every man—or strictly speaking, everyone, has a desire to be a "hero" in his heart. This is also the core interest of various teamwork or team competitive games from ancient times to the present.

　　Strong and powerful, perfect and gorgeous to defeat powerful enemies, this is power;

　　 keenly judge and counter the enemy's strategy, this is wisdom;

　　 Leading teammates to defeat the enemy, this is leadership;

　　 Gentle and pragmatic protection of teammates, this is the ability to protect the family...

　　One of the essence of competitive games is to guide people to become "heroes" and to test their abilities as "heroes".

　　 In this process, the game will tell the players who "I" is, why "I" should be proud, and how "I" thinks "I". In order to complete the fundamental desire for self-realization. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

　　 And when a person feels that they have become a hero, their self-esteem and self-confidence will be strengthened. Self-feeling has improved significantly, and the world around them will become close and friendly...At this time, the first person who comes into contact with them will share this joy. The "hero"'s view of him will also improve significantly.

　　 This is one of the reasons why you feel that your friends have become friendlier and more interesting after you win the black game with your friends. This sense of intimacy will be significantly greater than the sense of trust that comes from "getting a common victory."

　　 The way Annan approached Justin was to bypass the whole process. Go directly to his heart.

He flexibly uses the strong position of "Annan Winter" to continuously raise and strengthen the opponent's "sense of status"; he shows the opponent's "sense of strength" by contrasting his own weakness and powerlessness; My own leadership, turning to admire him like a child, in order to strengthen the other's "self-identity."

　　 What he lacks, Annan will give him what.

　　 Whatever he wants, Annan will give him what he wants.

　　Annan made Justin briefly become Justin's own "hero".

　　—Why can he always be alert to Annan?

　　 This is Annan’s art of assassination.

　　 "Brother Justin, can you help me take down the photos over there?"

　　 Annan pointed at the high place of a certain bookshelf, "I can't reach..."

　　 "Photo? Um... which one do you mean, is this... or..."

　　 Justin raised his hand somewhat laboriously, stepped on the stool, and reached out to touch the top of the bookshelf.

　　 And Annan silently took the hammer out of his pocket and hid it in his sleeve.

　　 tapped it lightly on Justin's calf.