A strange world

[Dear Annan Reeves:

We said goodbye last time. We haven’t seen each other for a long time and I miss you very much. Nothing happened these days and the manor is empty. As we have an agreement, can the King in the North come and talk about it?

——Maria who is looking forward to your arrival]

The signature of Maria's name exuded a familiar fragrance. Annan recalled it for a moment and remembered that it was the fragrance exhaled by the countess when she came close to her during the banquet.

Annan solemnly scanned the letter again, clutched the letter paper and envelope and walked upstairs. After passing Abby who was looking at him curiously, he opened the study door.

He found a dictionary from the bookshelf and read it word by word.

After about a few minutes, Annan successfully translated this obscure letter into popular language.

Invite yourself to…

Annan had no reason to refuse. As the widow of an earl, Lady Maria should know many secrets of the nobility, and she should also be able to detect when someone is behaving abnormally.

"Are you going to the Earl's Manor?"

After Annan told Della about this, the elf said hesitantly: "Don't go... you are no match for her."

"It'll be okay, I can handle the countess."

The blue dragon should be able to escape unharmed when being attacked, and just happen to ask the blue dragon about the attack on the convoy.

Annan prepared to reply according to etiquette, took out a brand new letter paper and quill, and wrote the reply:

[Dear Countess:

I……】

The ink on the paper gradually blooms with the contact of the pen tip.

never mind.

Annan put the quill back into the inkwell and accepted the fact that he was illiterate.

"Is the maid who delivered the letter still outside?" Annan asked.

Abby, who was waiting outside the door, replied: "I haven't left yet."

"Tell her I will..." Annan thought at this time, there were only two days left in the countdown. He wants to spare plenty of time there.

"No, I'm going now."

…

The Earl's Manor is located in the northern part of Breeze City. As a highland fortress to defend against the north in the past, it became the territory of many old nobles after the establishment of Breeze City.

The once cold and hard walls have collapsed, leaving only the high ground overlooking Breeze City silently telling the weight of this land.

If summoning a meteorite spell in Winchet Manor might kill some nobles and rich people, then in the northern highlands, a meteorite spell might cause heavy losses to many ancient families.

Here even street scavengers can talk about hundreds of years of aristocratic history.

However, the "King of the North" played by Annan will only have a nobler bloodline and status than them.

A carriage bearing the emblem of the King of the North drove into the earl's manor. The garden was not deserted because of the passing of Earl Morgan, and the bright flowers hanging with dew became more delicate.

The carriage that drove into the manor stopped in the shadow of the mansion. Annan got out of the carriage and looked up at this castle-like building with stacked spiers that covered the snow-capped mountains.

"Master Annan, Mrs. Maria is waiting for you in the flower garden."

The young servant led the way, and Annan followed her along the side wall of the castle to the flower garden.

The unimaginable vastness and vastness of the wilderness appeared before our eyes. The lush grass and wild flowers seemed to extend from the snow-capped mountains, rippling under the cool breeze from the snow-capped mountains. The winding river separates the grassland, and the beautiful girl sits on the river bank and looks into the distance.

The maid who led the way disappeared at some point. Annan was so intoxicated by the beautiful scenery that he didn't want to disturb it.

However, the girl by the river noticed Annan's arrival, and her exposed teeth were like the tail of the crescent moon. In the moment of beauty, she extended an invitation to him.

No one could resist the desire to enter this magnificent painting, leap over the weeds and flowers, and grasp the outstretched hand.

Annan was no exception. He stepped forward and broke a piece of weeds.

"Feel sorry……"

Annan carefully walked around the grass, followed the path hidden among the wild grass, and circled the countess who was approaching the river bank.

Mrs. Maria initially raised her arms, but as Annan walked around in the grass, as if she was stuck in a maze and couldn't get out, she had to lower her sore arms.

Finally, Annan, who found the right path, came to Lady Maria.

Lady Maria looked at Annan with a girlish complaint.

"Sorry, I think this place is like a painting and I don't want to destroy it..."

"Then forgive you."

Maria blinked and looked back at the glistening stream.

"I always sat here when I was a girl." The Countess sighed lonely: "Time flies, I am no longer young..."

"You are still beautiful now."

Annan said seriously.

Today's Lady Maria is not as beautiful and plump as she was at the banquet. She seemed to have no makeup, her cheeks and lips were a little pale, her pale and bright eyes were slightly tired, a tuft of thin hair was tied into a braid like a wheat ear on her forehead, and her long white skirt covered her beautiful outline. A sapphire necklace was placed on her chest, beautiful and green.

Time has not left any trace on her body, and the countess now looks like a thin girl.

"If I were still young, you wouldn't say 'you', right?" The countess smiled and said, "Do you still remember the agreement that night? You can call me Maria in private."

"Okay, Maria."

At least the countess in front of her wouldn't let Annan be called that awkward.

Just like Annan would not call Tutor Yirulanze grandma, grandma, grandma, grandma.

"Let's sit down and talk."

The countess gathered up the hem of her skirt, and the full arc pressed into the grass.

Annan sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

"What kind of girl do you like?"

Even the questions become girlish.

"I haven't thought about such a thing..."

"You should think about it. The Reeves family needs heirs, and this time is an example." The countess's hair fluttered in the breeze, teasing Annan's cheek, "If something happens to you, only ten of the twelve kings in the north will be left." One king."

Annan was still thinking of an excuse. The countess tilted her head and looked at Annan: "Maybe Miss Maria can help you think of a solution?"

"I don't know... maybe the Rat Man is also good, or has a tail..." Annan said casually, not noticing that the countess's smile became stiff.

"Isn't the court painter here?"

Annan wanted to avoid the topic.

It happened that the countess thought so too.

"She'll be here soon."

Not long after, a female painter wearing cumbersome clothing like a minstrel broke into the grass and set up a painting board.

Annan stood aside, admiring the countess looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, watching the fragile and young girl on the drawing board gradually take shape.

The oil painting nearly reproduces the beauty of this scene, which cannot be compared with pure photos.

Then, after the painting was completed, the countess pulled Annan to sit on the warm grass, ran to the painter, and directed her to paint another picture for Annan.

A few dozen minutes later, Annan saw an impasto oil painting full of the artistic conception of snow-capped mountains and wilderness. The subject of the painting is not myself, but this feeling of being one with nature is just right.

He liked this painting very much.