A strange world

The chaos continued from the party into the street outside. Horses neighed and galloped, shadows twisted and swayed, and panicked guests fled in all directions, hugging pedestrians who didn't know what was happening.

In the blink of an eye, the banquet was left in a mess.

"what happened?"

The confused Annan stood on the stage, facing the empty banquet hall.

"Sweetheart, can you get me a drink?"

Among the few remaining guests, the wine lady waved to him.

"The old butler said you can't drink."

"Just don't drink too much. Have you forgotten my name?" the wine lady said, continuing to stretch out her white hand, "Bring me a glass of wine, and I will tell you slowly."

Annan had no choice but to step off the stage, face the horrified gaze of the maid, and come to the table. He picked up the empty wine glass from the overturned silver plate at his feet, put it on the table and prepared to pour wine.

A white hand came over holding an empty glass, and the wine glass made a clear clinking sound.

Also attached was a girl who was almost fanatical in her enthusiasm.

"You are Levis Reeves?"

Thick black hair, a porcelain doll-like delicate cheek almost touching Annan's nose, so those dark red eyes came into Annan's eyes clearly.

Annan almost thought he had met a real Reeves family member.

"no."

Annan moved back a little, but the girl came up again: "I can smell... the smell of blood that can't be washed off on this dress... Are you injured? Is it serious? I'll heal you..."

The girl stretched out her hand towards Annan, and when she was about to touch it, the familiar fragrant wind surrounded Annan and blocked him from the girl's contact.

One of the two similarly slender arms is as pale as paint, and the other is normally white.

"Stay away from my people."

The elegant and mature wine lady was like a cat with fried hair, coldly warning the girl:

"If you don't want your disgusting brother to be kicked out of the March Wine Club."

Looking at the two women confronting each other, Annan fell into a dilemma. Will his charm unknowingly make her jealous?

So choose Margaery or a black-haired girl you have never met before...

Annan's decision didn't last long. The black-haired girl pouted, like an abandoned cub, and took the initiative to leave Annan.

"Why did you drive her away?" Annan suppressed the guilt caused by his gaze.

"This freak is from the Gilman family... Oh, our sweetheart knows nothing." The wine lady teased Annan's ignorance in a subtle way: "Their ancestors were subhumans. So they cannibalize, inbreed, and believe in evil gods."

"What's with the black hair?"

"Don't you think her hair is too lush?"

The girl's hair was more than enough for Froning.

Annan looked at the black-haired girl who was still looking at him from a distance, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face: "So it's a curse that makes a strand of black hair grow every time you eat someone?"

"Have you read too many novels?" Ms. Wine glanced at him coquettishly, "It's just a wig."

"oh."

"Don't let her think you're funny, that would be terrible."

Annan moved the black-haired girl's wine glass away, thought for a moment, picked up a new empty glass, poured half of the red wine, and handed it to the wine lady: "Can you tell me now?"

"The problem should appear in your mage's robe." The wine lady picked up the wine glass and sipped gracefully, "Swamp red wine from the Feren Highlands? Not bad..."

Annan lowered his head and looked at the new mage robe, "I don't understand."

"Why don't you take off your mage robe and take it to the stage to see?"

The wine lady's weird suggestion made Annan hesitate for a moment, but he still took off his mage robe and stood on the stage.

The murderer would never attack him frantically at the banquet.

Like the auctioneer at an auction holding up the lot, Annan raised the mage's robe and asked the wine lady: "What next?"

"Look at the collar of the mage's robe."

Annan's eyes fell on the collar and found that under the illumination of the magic lamp, a diamond-shaped snowflake shone brightly on the collar.

"Does it look familiar to you?"

Annan shook his head: "What does this mean?"

The wine lady had no choice but to say to Annan who was pretending to be stupid to the end: "That is one of the symbols of the Twelve Kings of the North."

Annan fell into unspeakable silence.

The Reeves family was attacked; the wizard robe and ring of the barren blue dragon; the guests fled in all directions——

The haphazardly broken jigsaw puzzle is fully presented at this moment:

The Reeves family convoy was attacked near Pinglin Town, and the Haunted Gold Mine was also near Pinglin Town. Therefore, as a greedy dragon clan, Blue Dragon has no reason to miss the wealth at its doorstep.

Then Annan came to this world. He had the same black hair as the Reeves family, appeared near the place where the Reeves family was attacked, and even put on Levi Reeves' mage robe.

So, this is a guy who dresses like Levi's, looks like Levi's, and is aged like Levi's saying he's not Levi's.

Annan said this is not me, the wine lady said this is you.

But maybe the traces left by the blue dragon at the scene and the profile of the blue dragon summoned by Annan in Breeze City corroborated his identity.

You said you are not Levis Reeves, but a visitor from another world who appeared here by chance? What are you talking about?

"So instead of clearing the suspicion, now I have confirmed that I am Levi's and challenged Olmedo?"

Levis announced in the banquet hall separated from Breeze City and the City Lord's Palace that he was not Levis - everyone knew who he was humiliating.

Only Annan, who did all this, was kept in the dark.

"Sweetheart, you summed it up beautifully."

said the wine lady, smiling appreciatively.

"Young King of the North, please allow me to tell you some rules. If you don't want to make too many enemies, it's best to use 'that person' instead of calling him by his first name."

"Is this still useful?"

Annan had just declared war on Olmedo——

"Nobles are like hyenas. No matter how cruel, bloodthirsty, sinister and vicious they are, they still don't want to break their skin easily and maintain the appearance of being well-dressed."

"All right."

If not calling him by his first name would make the subsequent attack lighter.

At this time, Annan suddenly thought of the people around him and said solemnly: "Are my friends in danger?"

"Kindness is a beautiful virtue, and I think it will be engraved on your tombstone as an epitaph." The meanness in the delicately trimmed beard of Gemini Minister Franning is like his thin figure.

"Usually not, but only if 'that person' doesn't use unscrupulous means."

"Then what should I do now?"

"Do what you have to do."

"What should I do?"

"Take out your identity as the King of the North." Twin Minister Flanning interjected again: "No matter who you are, you can only be Levis now."

After saying that, the twin ministers Franning caressed Annan's chest and saluted.

"Salute to you, young Twelve Kings of the North."