A strange world

"The countess seems like a spoiled girl."

Winchet family estate.

The Wine Lady, Dela, and Michael sat around, listening to Annan's narration.

Annan felt that the atmosphere was a little strange at this time, but continued: "She is a little naive, a little ignorant, and a little clumsy..."

The three of them looked at each other.

"Are you talking about the countess?"

"There is no one else in the Earl's Manor except Maria, right?"

The Wine Lady and Michael looked at each other more and more strangely.

"Maria?"

"Uh... she is the countess." Annan explained before they had a deeper misunderstanding: "She was very natural when she was in the count's manor. She had no defense against the outside world and behaved very purely... such as yearning for love and liking to stand barefoot in flowers. Hai. He is clumsy and reckless, and even gets stuck when looking through the wardrobe. He wants to ask for help. He wants to be brave and stand on the chair to reach the book... But maybe he is a noble? "

The countess of the manor made Annan more relaxed than at the banquet.

"Living in a cocoon house woven with honey, I have never experienced danger or pain, so I still remain innocent."

Michael looked at the more experienced Mrs. Margaery.

"Wine lady?"

He was not sure whether Annan was immersed in the countess's tenderness, or whether he was just sympathetic to the girl who was forced to marry the countess who could be her grandfather.

"Annan, you will face many temptations here."

The Wine Lady also didn't know, and could only warn Annan based on her own experience: "As a young, loverless, and warlock King of the North, your attraction to the women in Breeze City is like the gold coins at the feet of the refugees."

"The countess is no exception?"

"My sweetheart, you are the king of the north and the youngest city lord in history..." The wine lady sighed softly and said, "Why do you think we gathered around you?"

It was a good question, one that Annan had never thought about. In other words, he has never thought about the friends around him from the perspective of interests-that would make emotions like rotten apples, difficult to swallow.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know.

"Profit?"

The black pupils gradually became peaceful.

"Ahem... I just want to watch Annan grow into the true King of the North." Michael felt that he had no other ideas.

The wine lady looked at Michael and said nothing.

"What? Did I say the wrong thing?"

The Wine Lady remained silent.

"Uh...you want me to avoid it?"

The wine lady nodded, and Michael used the horn staff as a walking stick and said, "Okay, I'll go outside and enjoy the cool breeze of the summer night."

Michael walked out of the living room, and the head maid standing on the stairs also avoided privacy. Only the wine lady and Dela were left in front of the sofa.

"Annan, the countess and I are in the same situation."

The Wine Lady tells Annan about the crisis facing the Winchet family:

Relying on the winemaking industry and the terrifying business acumen of the wine lady's husband, Torey Winchet, the Winchet family rose to fame. In just a dozen years, about one-fifth of the wine in Plan Grant County was produced in Wincher. Special family winery. But five days ago, the most important winery of the Winchet family was looted by bandits and burned down by fire.

Nearly half of the Winchet family's red wine is stored there.

This is not all the losses - these wines have been sold and only need to be transported. This robbery not only caused heavy losses to the wine lady, but also required triple compensation due to the failure to deliver the goods in time in the contract - that is something the wine lady cannot afford. expensive price.

On the surface, the Winchet family is calm, but in fact, there is an undercurrent.

"So we're rallying around you to help you, and hopefully you'll help us."

"Lady Maria too?"

"I don't know. But if she is as innocent as you say, she cannot keep the legacy left by Earl Morgan..."

Torey Winchet... Could the Wine Lady's dead husband be the one who made a pact with the devil?

Click——

At this time, the two doors to the living room were pushed open.

The Wine Lady said no more.

"I don't want to disturb you, but..." Michael pointed helplessly outside the manor, "The usurper is here."

Annan and Michael left the living room to pick up Olmedo.

"Annan doesn't know the difference between candy and sugar-coated poison."

In the living room where silence had returned, the wine lady looked at Della.

"Keep an eye on him and protect him until..."

…

The cries of nightingales and insects came from the meadows.

"I heard that you came back from the Earl's Mansion and rushed over. Did you find anything?"

"No."

However, Annan told Olmedo about the different temperament between the countess at the manor and the countess at the banquet, and his thoughts were divergent: "Could the real countess be replaced by the rat man?"

"Don't say this to anyone else...but the Skaven do cause chaos by pretending to be us."

"If I knew she was a rat, I would have been a guest at the manor for a while longer..." Annan said regretfully.

Olmedo thought he wanted to investigate the countess further: "There will be a chance."

The busy Olmedo left quickly, and Michael and the wine lady also said goodbye to Annan not long after.

The wine lady did not ask Annan for help when she left.

Annan returned to the bedroom and moved the spider bottle that Kaoru was staring at.

"You can't eat this."

Then he dug out the letter that Fire Crow had brought on the day of the banquet.

[To my brother:

Don't believe any letters!

There is only the letter asking you to ask for help from the Lawrencet family. Other than that, we have not sent you any letters, and don't believe what it asks you to do.

This fire crow will help us. If you want to say something, give the letter to the Fire Crow and he will bring it back.

Next is what your second sister said:

Levis, I miss you so much...you have no idea how happy we are to know you are okay. If you are bullied over there, come back, this is your home. Don’t worry that I will laugh at you, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t always bully you before… I realized that nothing is as important as my family…

By the way, your handwriting is really ugly now. I just said that the elder sister’s method is of no use at all. But you are not allowed not to reply to us.

——Your family]

Annan did not want any contact with Levi's family, even through correspondence.

He didn't want to take advantage of the emotional connection between the Reeves family. The more letters they pretended to be Levi's to reply, the more hope they regained, until they learned the truth, the building collapsed, and everything was gone as the bubbles exploded.

But doing nothing will only make them worry more and even come running away. Annan had no choice but to pick up his pen and remain distant:

[My sisters:

Please be assured that I ignored that fake letter. I... lost some memories and even forgot the common language, so the writing is so ugly. You don’t have to worry about me, everything is fine with me here...]