A strange world

Chapter 89 Section 88. Dinner at the City Lord’s Mansion

Therefore, Olmedo hoped that Annan would appear at the dinner at the main palace of the city the day after tomorrow to show the public that there was no conflict between the Reeves family and the Olmedo family, so as to restore order to Breeze City and suppress the hotbed of chaos.

On the surface, Olmedo and Annan have similar statuses - Olmedo has real power and Annan has a high status. But he should know Annan's identity.

"I need to think about it."

"I'll wait for you at the dinner party."

Annan looked at the invitation Olmedo put down when he left, and Francois looked at Annan.

"Are you going to promise him?"

The young city lord seems to have the same position as Annan: they are both investigating the truth behind the attack on the Reeves family.

And a formal banquet is the best occasion for Annan to promote his reputation.

"What about you?" Annan asked.

"Take the Black Crow Badge and investigate with the scavenger." Francois volunteered.

It's just that Della doesn't want to follow the scavenger to investigate, nor does she want to attend the dinner two days later.

"I need your help..." Annan raised his black eyes and looked at Della as if pleading, "The dinner party may be dangerous."

"……All right."

…

The carriage was waiting at the steps.

Annan stood in the living room, raised her arms, and asked the head maid to smooth the wrinkles on her dress.

Abby stood in front of him holding a full-length mirror: under the refreshing black hair, the burgundy ancient rope-button banquet dress complemented Annan's calm temperament, and the clear black eyes made it difficult for people to feel disgusted.

The dress was made by the Wine Lady after she heard that Annan was going to attend a dinner at the City Lord's Mansion. It is said that the former Twelve Kings of the North, Petria Reeves, wore this dress to receive the award from the Alliance Kingdom.

And this dress makes Annan look a little like a young man.

The head maid retreated to Annan's side and praised: "I can guarantee that the girls at the banquet will be crazy about you."

When I think of Crazy Annan, Irilanze comes to mind. Fortunately, the ladies and girls at the banquet don't do this.

Abby and the maid carried away the full-length mirror. Annan looked upstairs and saw that Della hadn't come out yet.

Annan had no choice but to continue waiting. Women always have the privilege of delaying.

Standing by the door of the living room, Annan looked at the carriage outside the manor: the carriage was no longer the family emblem of the Wine Lady, but changed to the special combination emblem of the Twelve Kings of the North: a rhombus-shaped primary-color snowflake composed of twelve parts. The upper left corner is painted red to represent the red color of the Reeves family.

It was Francois's idea: he believed that the family crest meant Annan's official declaration that the vengeful man had returned from hell—shameful but effective.

After all, the news that the vengeful souls of the Reeves family have returned from hell has been spreading in Breeze City.

Annan heard footsteps behind him. He looked back and saw that Della was walking down the stairs.

After the Saint Laurent calendar, aristocratic clothing began to gradually evolve into fluffy, complicated, and numerous decorations. But the Della in front of her was wearing a simple long skirt like silk gauze, with a narrow waist tied by a purple lace, showing the tallness of the elf, and the graceful curvature of her calves and the arches on her sandals told her strength.

Della stood on the last step and stretched out her palm to Annan.

Annan held up the hot hand. The only drawback is that Annan is half a head shorter than Della and looks like her younger brother.

"Are you ready?"

…

"Huh... there's one more question," Francois raised his hand, "Do we have to wear masks that get in the way? Huh... I can't even hit an enemy dozens of yards away, damn... I can't do anything. can not see."

Francois nearly ran into a bush.

"We have no hope when we need you to fight."

"What's the word? I...Okay."

Francois accepted that he was considered a liability because these scavengers wore the silver rook insignia—meaning their fighting profession was elite.

"I'm not complaining, but why act at night when it's not good for us?"

"You do not understand?"

"not understand."

"The rats don't understand either."

Francois seemed to understand.

"Treat this as practice, kid." A passing scavenger patted him on the shoulder. "Set off."

The silhouettes wearing leather cloaks and beak masks are like the God of Death, walking into the forest under the darkness of dawn.

Due to the keenness of a ranger, Francois simply followed the footsteps of other scavengers and followed them.

The last ray of light behind the branches faded, and the tree crowns fell into darkness. This team of scavengers continued to move forward without any lighting.

At some point, the scavenger in front suddenly stopped.

"Here we are."

…

A carriage merged into the convoy in front of the city lord's palace.

The red carpet was laid down the steps of the grand and simple building. The guests stepped off the carriage one after another, looking for familiar friends and stepping onto the red carpet.

When some eyes swept over the carriage, they froze on the carriage where Annan was sitting, and recognized what the weird snowflake emblem on the car body represented.

Some undisguised glances and hidden glances were directed at Annan and Della. It seemed that many guests had discovered him.

Stepping onto the steps, the nervous guard became surprised when Annan took out the invitation letter. After repeated confirmation, Annan was allowed to enter the banquet.

Annan and Dela were waiting in the corner. As the guests arrived, Olmedo appeared on the stage.

"Thank you for attending the dinner in Breeze City. Autumn is approaching..."

Olmedo first talked about Breeze City's finances and taxes in the second quarter, and then talked about much more relaxed personal matters: "I recently made a new friend. We had many conflicts and hostility due to misunderstandings, but I am very happy to To make up for it, the misunderstanding between him and me is being resolved."

"Please allow me to introduce to you—"

Olmedo looked through the crowd.

"King in the North, Annan Reeves."

…

"Why are you all looking at me...Did I do something wrong?"

"Can't you recognize it?"

Francois recognized this familiar voice: "This is... dragon breath? I recognize it! The blue dragon was summoned by His Excellency the King of the North."

The crow mask tilted its head and said to its companion: "Cross out the blue dragon."

In the silence after the words fell, a clear sound of branches breaking broke into their ears.

Click——

…

"You can't dance?"

Della frowned as Annan stepped on her foot for the third time.

"Won't……"

"I teach you."

Della held Annan's lower back, pressed against her body, and asked him to move with him.

"Can elves even dance?"

"Where do you think human dance comes from?"

have no idea……

Click.

"Sorry... let's go get something to eat."

…

Countless nightmare-like evil figures gathered around the feast of rotting flesh and blood.

More and more silhouettes joined the feast, and the creepy chewing sounds echoed through the woods.

A dull breath hit the mask. On the distant treetops, Francois looked far away. Under the cold moonlight that penetrated into the woods, the bare tails swayed gently——

…

Annan rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Annan recalled his doubts as if he saw Della's belt move.

"nothing……"