A strange world

The status of the Twelve Kings of the North is between earl and grand duke.

As the twelve legends who resisted the Chaos Skaven Legion to protect the North, they were crowned with eternal honors. Even kings and princes must remain respectful.

But there is no eternal kingship.

In the span of eternity, even death itself will pass away.

Legends will eventually die, and the glory of the Kings in the North will live on forever, but it is still unclear whether their successors can continue this honor.

Today's twelve kings in the north, the strong ones stick to the northern fortress, while the weak ones can only rely on the royal power.

The Reeves family is slipping. Especially after losing the city lord who was exchanged for many benefits, it may not be long before the Reeves family becomes a pet dependent on the royal power.

The Lawrencet family, who are also the Twelve Kings of the North, have not suffered from fate. They have neither suffered the curse of population decline nor been targeted by conspiracies. They are still looked up to by many nobles in the north.

Mars, the former patriarch of the Lawrencet family mentioned in Itilia Reeves' letter, settled in Breeze City.

Annan invited Francois to go with him, and the baron readily agreed. He returned to the mansion, put on his solemn black dress, and took his best horse.

But it was still a head lower than the carriage Annan was riding in.

Two carriages drove to the address on the letter, one behind the other.

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Dark gray thick brick walls, narrow windows like observation holes. The Laurentian family's mansion is like a war fortress, with stacked spiers like watchtowers, standing grimly on the fortress.

Even the garden outside the mansion was given a cold war color - there were no colorful flower bushes, only gray rocky woods.

Two carriages bearing the Winchet family emblem and the baronial emblem were parked outside the gray stone forest.

"I am Baron Shameless, and this is the King of the North, Lord of Breeze City, Annan Reeves."

The servant behind the fence gate disappeared deep into the stone forest with the news. Annan and Francois began a long wait.

Francois first sat in the carriage and waited, then anxiously walked in front of the door.

Annan was much quieter because Francois was worried about him.

After turning to the next few dozen pages, Annan raised his head and asked, "Don't Mars want to see me?"

"Your sister said that Mars will help you, so there should be nothing wrong..." Francois analyzed: "Either a servant has made his own decision, or the old master is testing you."

"test?"

"The Twelve Kings in the North help each other. They support you in making an exception to become the Lord of Breeze City, so the old owner of Mars is naturally on your side..."

It was Francois who said the words, and it was Francois who made the mistake first.

"Your Excellency Annan, I can help you make some noise to attract the attention of the old patriarch..."

"how to do?"

"Take your clothes off so they have to come out and deal with it."

"Now is not the time for you to show off your personal quirks..."

Continuing to wait, about thirty minutes later, Francois, who was standing under a tree and squatting for exercise, stopped, came to the carriage with expectation, and looked at the figure walking behind the fence gate.

It was an old maid, wearing an old-fashioned gray maid uniform. Her long, unscrupulous gray hair and temperament seemed to indicate that her status was not ordinary.

"I'm sorry, Master Levis, Master Mars was resting earlier, and we didn't dare to disturb him." The old maid said gently: "My lord just woke up, and asked me to take you there after knowing your news."

Squeak——

The servant next to him opened the gate.

"I'll stay outside."

Della's whisper suddenly sounded in her ears, Annan trembled slightly, and a knot appeared around his neck.

"What's wrong?"

Francois looked at Annan's strangeness, and he explained: "Della needs to stay in the car."

The shameless Baron suddenly realized and whispered: "I remembered that Mars' father was shot and killed by an elf thirty-four years ago..."

So Dela stayed outside, while he and Francois got out of the carriage and walked into the manor.

"Why are your ears red?" Baron Shameless saw Annan's left ear glowing red.

"It's hot and sunny."

The shameless baron looked up at the broken clouds that blocked the sun. He knew it wasn't because of this, and he also knew it was best not to ask any more questions...

Annan was completely unprepared for Della's sudden closeness. This elf was completely devoid of the arrogance and indifference of the elves he knew... Then Annan thought of what the warlock's handbook said: "Some elves will have completely opposite passions for their partners."

The point at which Daila got close to him seemed to be when he protected her... Could it be that she fell in love with him at that time?

But even if a bard in the tavern told this story, he would be scolded, and he might even be hunted by the elves.

The elderly maid who was walking in front entered the castle first and said to the bear-like old man leaning on the sofa in the hall: "Master, the boy and Francois are here...Levis is here."

"It seems our Proud Boys are no longer proud."

The old man grinned deeply and ferociously, and followed a figure into the hall. He slapped the handrails hard, and his roar echoed in the hall: "Levis... you have disgraced the twelve kings of the North, and you still want me to help you." ?!”

The young figure almost collapsed on the ground, teeth clashing, trembling with fear: "My lord, I am a shameless baron..."

Then another figure came in from the door.

Annan paused outside the door just now to let his neck and earlobes regain color.

"..."

The sturdy old man in front of the sofa looked at Annan coldly, and quietly put his trembling hands behind his back. Rough and low words sounded:

"Levis... you even brought the shameless Baron here. Do you want him to beg me for you?"

"My eldest sister said that I can ask you for help..."

Annan didn't know what to say, so he had to tell his purpose.

This kind of directness that was not in line with aristocratic etiquette made the old patriarch pause unpreparedly: "...our King of the North who climbed out of hell, for revenge, what do you want, money, power?"

"I was hoping you could give me some advice."

"……snort."

The old patriarch snorted coldly and stared at Annan unkindly.

Francois seemed to be frightened, and he was trembling after entering.

"Have you met Olmedo? That's a much better young man than you are."

"No."

"Then go and meet him! Every Saturday morning he will go to the Mage Tower to study, and I will give you an identity that allows you to enter the Mage Tower. But you can choose whether to contact him or not!"

Before driving Annan away, the old head of the family deliberately humiliated Annan as if he wanted to anger Annan: "Also, don't go to other people's rooms without clothes like you did when you were a child and yell at others for molesting you!"

Annan's expression was calm, and the lethality of these words was not as powerful as Della's whisper.