A strange world

The world has a deep prejudice against warlocks.

As a warlock, Annan believed he was suffering from this prejudice.

Especially when Francois emerged from the quilt, Annan could almost feel the irony behind the crow mask.

Asking the centurion to wait for him in the study, Annan asked the "guests" to leave in order.

Fortunately, the newcomers did not know the existence of the first comers, and the countess did not know that the bedroom was full of people.

"I underestimated you, sweetheart." The Wine Lady said meaningfully as she finally walked out of the terrace.

"It just happened that you all came over at the same time..."

Annan had no choice but to say this, and then after the wine lady left, he looked towards the empty bedroom and asked, "Dara?"

Without an answer, Della ran away early.

After solving the trouble in the bedroom, Annan asked the head maid to prepare some drinks and went to the study.

"Is this a private gathering of warlocks?"

The centurion browsed the books on the bookshelf, which Annan had brought from Pinglin Town.

"We were just talking about stuff."

"Talk about the terrace, the wardrobe, under the bed, on the bed?"

"They were watching the scenery on the terrace, accidentally fell into the closet, cleaned the dust under the bed, and... slept in the wrong room." The excuse can be outrageous, but it cannot be absent.

"It doesn't matter." The centurion said consolingly, "At least you haven't dabbled in other races."

"Are all scavengers like you?"

"And you."

Annan sat on the sofa and looked at the centurion with great interest: "Did you come to me so late just to tease me?"

"Getting down to business directly will make you feel ill-intentioned, but since you want to..." The voice under the crow mask was solemn, "We found traces of rat men in the Reagan Viscounty and needed the scavenger team to investigate, so I thought of you. .”

"You want me to participate?"

Investigating the accident in the Reagan Viscounty... it sounds like something will happen.

Annan hesitated whether to take the risk and participate in the investigation.

The centurion just continued: "The answer will not fall into your hands by itself. You have been in Breeze City for many days, have you investigated any clues?"

The answer is no.

Although Annan consolidated the forces around him and made the King of the North's position more secure, there was no progress as to who the murderer was - at most, Olmedo was ruled out as a suspect.

"You want me to lure out the murderer?"

"You shouldn't think so... I just think you should investigate." The centurion told Annan solemnly: "You are a scavenger, and scavengers never take advantage of their companions. Whether you believe it or not, this is how we distinguish ourselves from those The essence of a bunch of scum.”

"You don't have to worry about safety, remember what I said? The new members will conduct an event in absolute safety."

"Then I'll join."

Annan realized this was the right opportunity: to test whether the scavenger could be trusted.

If an accident occurs unexpectedly, it means that even the scavengers are no longer clean, and Breeze City has long been corrupted. It is best for him to escape back to Pinglin Town or Osu Lund Territory as soon as possible.

"When to set off?"

"Now."

Soon after, the centurion left, Annan returned to the bedroom, turned off the lights and rested.

The manor fell into the silence of the night.

…

At the scavenger headquarters, Annan followed the centurion to the second floor, which he had never been before, and walked into a room with a cowbell.

“Get close to it and listen to it.”

Annan heard the gentle whine of the ironware in the breeze, and then silence returned.

"Then what?"

Annan turned around and saw the centurion's leather-gloved palm reaching towards his chest - going straight through.

"You are an observer now. You cannot be seen, heard, or touched." Her voice echoed in the empty room of Centurion. "But remember, no matter what happens, don't take action."

“Activity takes you out of the observer state.”

This is what Centurion calls “conducting an event in complete safety.”

"So I entered the spirit world?"

Annan lowered his head and couldn't see his own body, which was a wonderful experience.

The centurion paused for a moment because of Annan's ignorance.

"The spiritual world is the base camp of chaos. If you accidentally break in, death is the only relief."

"Can you hear me?"

“Because I’m next to the cowbell.”

"Was Francois like this at first?"

"Other scavengers have other protections."

It seems that Annan enjoys special treatment because of his status.

"Who am I going to act with?"

"Four new scavengers who are brave and good at fighting."

After the words fell, the centurion's deep voice came out from the mask:

"How long are you going to keep your hands on me?"

"What?"

Annan's voice floated from the door.

…

"Guido Rona."

"Villetus Eudora."

"Riddle Gross."

"Big Big."

"Annan." Annan thought as he floated beside the four scavengers.

Annan met four temporary teammates who were investigating the incident:

Guido Rona wearing fully enclosed cotton armor;

Villits Eudora holds a long bow, carries a quiver on her back, and has pointed ears;

Big Big, dual-wielding a battle axe;

There is also the focus of Annan's attention: Riddell Gro, wearing a faded captain's hat, a rapier in his left hand, and a blunderbuss in his right hand.

It seems that black powder is no longer Annan’s gift package for visitors from another world.

Guido Rona was still complaining to his companions about the recent appearance of Susan spinners, which had left his mother with nothing to do.

The Scavengers are less mysterious than you think - they're still made up of basic people.

The centurion led them to the third floor, where a mage opened the portal leading to Viscount Reagan.

After feeling indescribable dizziness, Annan and his four-person team came from the bright underground to the dark ground. The chirping of cicadas and insects in the woods sounded from all directions.

Annan followed the surrounding four-person team like a ghost.

"I have an ominous premonition about this mission." Riddell Groh looked around warily, "It seems like a pair of eyes are watching me..."

"He's right." Willits Eudora looked around. "Something is watching us."

Annan began to feel that the centurion was lying to him.

"You guys wait for me here, I'll go investigate."

Willits Eudora asked her companions to wait here, and she jumped into the bushes nimbly.

Not long after, Willits Eudora came back with the detected situation: the territory was slightly corrupted, and many ratmen were wandering in the wheat fields and living in the farm, and the number was not small. They prevented the mixed elves from going deep into this place. piece of territory.

The dim light of the oil lamp dispersed the surrounding darkness.

"A real gathering place of ratmen?" This made Riddle Grot a little uneasy. "I have never heard of them being so close to a town..."

The scavengers take purifying potions.

"We only have thirty minutes." Riedel Gross asked, "Sneak assassination, or a quick victory."

Willits Eudora drew an arrow from her quiver.

"Quick stealth assassination."

The oil lamp went out, and darkness suddenly surged in, swallowing the faces of the four scavengers.