Chapter 104 Retreat to Advance

"It's already six in the morning..."

Annan looked at the sky outside, lost in thought.

He hasn't stayed up all night for a long, long time, let alone this kind of sleepless night.

It hurts the body.

Moreover, at this time, Annan suddenly found a terrible place.

——That is, he doesn't feel tired at all now.

Although he stayed up all night watching the live broadcast, he was still in good shape. I didn't feel sleepy, and I didn't have that abnormal excitement after staying up late, as if he was sleeping normally and waking up normally.

This is actually somewhat dangerous.

Because this means that Annan's body is no longer warning him.

Could it be that this is the legend that cultivating immortals is harmful to health... So is it recommended not to sleep?

"Let's wait for Salvatore."

He sighed, put on his clothes and got up to do a soft exercise, soothing the somewhat stiff body lying on the bed all night.

The Viscount's bed was really comfortable.

But he lay down all night, still a little uncomfortable.

It was only six in the morning, and Salvatore had just slept for three hours.

Knowing that this hard-working senior can only sleep for six hours a day, it would be inhumane if Annan disturbed his sleep again...

And this is not where he usually lives. After three o'clock in the morning, it is not certain whether he can fall asleep immediately.

——This is all to prevent the rare Kaizi from dying suddenly when he is too young.

Annan convinces himself in his heart.

Fortunately, his "moral sense" and "common sense" are still functioning normally.

Otherwise, with his bad taste, it is very likely that he will not be able to control himself to do some wicked things for his own pleasure...

"...Or should we go have breakfast first."

After twenty minutes of soft exercise, Annan exhaled.

The senior doesn't get up until nine o'clock.

Don't wait for him to go out.

The door of the Viscount Mansion was knocked on.

……Who?

"It's only half past six in the morning."

Annan frowned slightly and opened the door.

Standing at the door with a smile, was a bald priest with kind eyes, a generous face, and a fat head and ears.

Seeing Annan open the door by himself, he suddenly smiled and showed two rows of golden teeth, took out his pocket watch somewhat exaggeratedly, and bowed to Annan: "Good morning, our just and upright lord, I wish you the same day today. Loved by the Silver Lord.

"I'm so happy to see you open the door."

...It's Archbishop Dalí.

Annan suddenly realized.

Bah, no... it's Bishop Darryl.

He hadn't forgotten this big round golden tooth.

This person looks like Shinto, as if he knows a lot of things.

In particular, he first claimed to know the old man of the Geraint family, as well as the contemporary family owner. But he did not recognize that Annan was not Don Juan Geraint at all...

Or it could be that he recognized it but didn't say it.

Because he finally persuaded Annan, "This is not your hatred, neither is it."

Annan knew he was right.

Whether it is Gerald or Viscount Barr, what they want to target is "Don Juan Geraint", not "Annan Winter".

The same is true.

After he revealed his true identity, they both temporarily gave up their hostility towards them.

"Salute to the silver coin... Grandpa Darryl."

Annan hesitated for a while, but chose a more intimate title, and returned the salute to the bishop.

"You came to me, what's the matter?"

Annan's tone was soft and humble,

But he was neat and did not show any cowardice or hesitation: "If I can help, please feel free to say so."

"Oh no no no... Surely I don't need to trouble you, my dear little ser."

Bishop Darryl just said with a smile: "I just came to talk to you in advance, to ask you... How are you going to disclose that to them today?"

This "them", the bald and fat bishop did not explicitly say.

But Annan understood.

What he said must be the group of people who were bewitched and controlled by the Viscount.

Bishop Darryl, as the person in charge of Sir Rosberg Silver, coming to talk to Annan in advance is completely normal operation.

He and Annan are the supreme rulers of Roseburg and even the entire North Sea Territory. If the two of them disagree in public, it is equivalent to revealing the fact that "Rosburg's rule is not stable", and it is entirely possible that the people below will be different, and all kinds of clowns will come out.

But Annan always felt...

Bishop Darryl didn't come here just for this.

Annan was silent for a while, then responded:

"I'm not sure, what are you talking about?"

He is politely asking Bishop Darryl - what are you going to do on your side.

Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "Of course, our viscount was attacked and killed by a pagan."

...is that possible?

Annan was a little surprised.

no doubt.

This is Bishop Darryl's choice of a more favorable approach to Annan.

It means that he - and the entire Silver Lord Church, endorsed Annan's rule.

"...do you need me to do anything?"

Annan asked tentatively.

Seeing this, Bishop Daryl couldn't help laughing.

"It's good to talk to smart people."

He said with a smile: "You are a bit like your grandfather."

...whose grandfather? Did you make it clear?

Annan muttered in his heart.

But he couldn't speak bluntly, he could only nodded humbly and made a cold and immature voice: "Thank you for your compliment."

The bishop just smiled meaningfully and didn't say much.

"By the way, Grandpa Darryl."

Annan suddenly asked, "Do you know the... at the beginning of every nightmare?"

As clerics, the vanguard of purifying nightmares, they should know more about nightmares than ordinary supernatural beings.

Sure enough, after a little thought, Bishop Daryl knew what Annan was saying: "Did you say that whisper?"

"yes."

Annan nodded.

Bishop Darryl said with a smile: "This, we generally call this 'Proverbs'. If you want to talk about principles and exceptions, it is very complicated... You only need to know at the application level, in most cases Next, 'Proverbs' will not lie to you.

"It will always reveal the core rules of every nightmare. But remember not to be misled. After all, there is only one sentence in the proverb, and it is normal to be misunderstood.

"...It's like a prophecy."

At the end, he sighed softly.

Annan was keenly aware of something. But there were too few things for him to confirm.

Bishop Daryl seemed to have thought of something, and asked Annan, "Are you trying to ask me what kind of nightmare Gerald hatched?"

"It would be great if you could tell me."

Annan nodded and said seriously.

Looking at Annan's ice-blue pupils, Bishop Daryl was a little lost for a while.

Seeing this, Annan was thoughtful.

The bishop was silent for a while, and suddenly showed his innocent smile again: "No problem, I have completed a purification... This nightmare is slightly more difficult, but it is completely the type you can handle.

"Do you want the key?"

"...if you wish."

Annan nodded.

I secretly wrote down the term "key" in my heart.

Bishop Daryl seemed to be prepared, and took out a hard object wrapped in layers of cloth from his waist.

Annan reached out and felt it, and quickly realized that it seemed to be a broken bone.

"It touches the skin for more than thirteen seconds, and it can go into a nightmare."

Bishop Darryl's expression was a little serious: "Although it is not difficult for you, if you can, it is best to enter after the early morning."

"—Wait a minute, Grandpa Darryl."

Annan suddenly said: "If I enter a nightmare now... in three hours, can you wake me up?

"There are not many people here that I can trust. I am afraid that apart from Salvatore, you are the only one I can trust completely."

Hearing this, Bishop Daryl was a little stunned.

Of course he knew what that meant...

After Annan entered the nightmare, the body was completely powerless to stay outside. If Bishop Daryl chose to kidnap him or kill him directly at this time, Annan would not be able to resist.

This is, without a doubt, a gamble.

Bet the trust of others with your own life.

...but what is Annan betting on?

Bishop Darryl hesitated.

"...I don't advise you to do this, you will be too dangerous."

He became very serious and reprimanded Annan: "When you enter a nightmare, you can't even let outsiders know. Not to mention let others take care of your body, especially those you can't trust... This is tantamount to exposing yourself. own flaws."

"—then can I trust you?"

Annan looked at Bishop Daryl with pure and clear eyes: "Can you wake me up?"

Looking at his icy blue pupils, Bishop Daryl was in a trance again.

He was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly.

"Then go to sleep... I'll wake you up in three hours."

He walked in the door and closed and locked it.

... as expected.

Annan roughly understood what was going on, and was completely relieved.

Although many times, he acts like a game-table madman.

But in fact, he has been secretly out of a thousand.

——Although Annan asked Bishop Darryl this question before, this does not mean that Annan has completely believed him.

Although with the strength of the bishop, if it is really bad for Annan, Annan will not have the strength to fight back.

But if the bishop's reaction was wrong in the slightest, Annan would immediately add, "Oops, I'm joking." This will not deduct too many points from his impression, and it can test the bottom line of the bishop's mind about himself.

This is not a big gamble, but a false move. It was only an accidental discovery that the opponent had no defense, and it suddenly turned false into reality.

But Annan has now unexpectedly tried something else.

He was more certain now.

Bishop Daryl really knew Annan.

And he should also know someone from Annan's family, and he is quite familiar with him...

"After you enter this nightmare," Bishop Darryl added suddenly, "if you meet someone you know...don't be too nervous, but don't be too hesitant either.

"Always remember, this is just an afterimage of history. You can't change anything, and they're just illusions - kill if you should, don't be soft-hearted, and don't believe who you shouldn't."

...wait, what does this mean?

Annan was suddenly stunned.

Listen to the meaning of this bald head.

Wasn't Gerald's nightmare, his deepest obsession and resentment, not the incident where Annan and Salvatore killed him in the face?