Chapter 92 The Art of Manipulating the Mind

"thank?"

Annan was a little surprised.

He didn't feel like he had done anything that required a special trip to thank him.

At this time, the voice of the coachman also happened to penetrate the carriage and came in:

"Lord Lord, hello..."

It was the voice of a middle-aged man. The voice sounded very strong and powerful, but the voice was very small: "My name is Rum Norddam, the tax officer of Roseburg."

"—In fact, before we fought Gerald, Alvin actually prepared three sets of plans."

Salvatore explained to Annan: "If we defeat him ... then it will be like just now, let Deputy Sheriff Ferdinand take you away. That is to imply to you that the entire Rosburg police The bureau is all his people."

"I see this."

Annan nodded.

Therefore, he would simply and neatly kill Ferdinand.

That's why he needed to bring the Viscount's body back to Roseburg...

He was there to show these people.

Salvatore continued: "But he's not a prophet. How could he know that it was us who won in the end? So he actually prepared two plans...

"If the three of us perish together, or if all the people who are alive have lost consciousness, then he will send out the army and directly kill everyone else here. Then he will disguise some of them as robbers, Put the blame on them for both of us dying here."

"—Although no one will believe it, as an excuse for delaying time, it is fully qualified."

Annan commented: "The old man is indeed a person who is cautious enough... In other words, the experience of the elderly is still safe."

He raised his head and asked Salvatore with interest, "So, what about the third plan?"

According to this argument, the third set of plans should be the outcome of Gerald's victory. That is, a set related to this Mr. Notedam...

"If Gerald wins, Mr Notdham will go over and make good friends with Gerald."

Salvatore replied.

The tax officer of the part-time coachman continued: "My lord the Viscount asked me to tell Gerald how much property we have in Roseburg. He also ordered me to put all the property together and let me reset the password that only I know. , 'but no need to tell Lord Gerald'."

Notedam said this, silent for a while, and sighed softly.

"...But Lord Viscount doesn't know, my wife was once an apprentice in the Black Tower of Zedi. I know what a reincarnating wizard is, and I also know the existence of supernatural beings. If Lord Gerald is really a reincarnating wizard, Then I tell him or not tell him, there is no difference.

"And the extraordinary is just a legend to ordinary people. In terms of evidence, it is I who gathered the entire Roseburg property, and I put them in a place that only I know... In the end, it is also in me. Lost in hand.

"I guess, Lord Viscount meant that he wanted me to take this responsibility. I guess Lord Viscount will not make up for the loss of such a large amount of property... I'm afraid the identity of that gentleman is not clean. ... can't even be spotted, he's been in Roseburg."

- but I simply can't afford it.

Notre Dame sighed deeply.

There was no hatred in his tone, only powerlessness and confusion.

For ordinary people, this can already be regarded as a middle-aged person in the upper class, and while driving the car, he muttered: "I...I don't know, what can I do.

"I can't refuse Lord Viscount's order - please forgive me, but Lord Viscount is here with us, almost like a lord. If you go against his will, there will only be a dead end. But I don't want to and can't take such a big responsibility. ... the loss of such a large amount of property,

Even if His Excellency the Viscount spares me from the death penalty, from 'theft of a huge amount of property' to a 'major work error', I will definitely be sent to mine.

"My wife is about to give birth, and the baby may be born this month. I can't let the baby be born without a father, and I can't let my wife raise my baby alone. My job is a tax officer, which is to collect taxes. The tax errand... You should know that this job is quite offensive, and it has to be beaten. I usually offend a lot of people, but they are all offended for the Viscount!

"If I'm not in Roseburg... no, as long as I'm no longer the tax collector, my wife and kids will be in big trouble.

"I've clearly never done anything wrong. I'm careful, I do things prudently, my work ability is the strongest, and I'm also the most obedient... But, why me..."

Notdham muttered in a low voice.

Annan quietly listened to the middle-aged man who was about to have a child, and muttered outside the carriage, venting his fear and powerlessness: "If not, if it weren't for the adults, you finally won..."

"I see."

Annan replied softly, "I can fully understand you."

His voice was gentle, with a childlike clear tone soft and soothing.

"Mr Notdham, you are indeed not wrong. You are a good man and a good tax officer - as the saying goes, a tax officer who is not hated must not be a good tax officer, much less impossible. An honest tax officer."

The carriage galloped. The wind howled.

The evening winds close to the early morning were wet and icy.

But Annan's words clearly fell into the ears of the tax officer Nottdam, and warmed his heart: "You look a little uncomfortable now. But it's not your fault, it's Alvin Barber's order to hurt I have you. I guess, when you usually interact with your brothers, are you open and cheerful?"

"...Yes, yes, my lord,"

Notedam responded quickly: "But I don't usually drink alcohol! I just chat with them... But it's true, as you said-'frank and cheerful'."

"I guess so."

Annan put his hands on his chest, clasped his fingertips, and laughed softly: "Because your voice sounds pleasant, sir.

"Are there usually many children who like to look for you?"

"Yes Yes……"

Notre Dame was gradually calmed down and less nervous.

Annan's eyes seem to be able to penetrate the carriage, see through the body, and look directly at the core of the soul.

And his tone was soft and tactful...

A French sociologist once pointed out that effective communication between strangers can only account for about 5% of the total conversation between the two parties. Most of these 5% of effective communication come from the first impression brought by words, character and appearance.

In other words, when two people who have never met before communicate for the first time, only words that are gentle enough to warm people's hearts, or words that are severe enough to make people fearful, can enter each other's minds and be remembered.

The rest of the words are automatically filtered out by the brain.

That's why Annan has always maintained this soft and docile attitude.

Based on his own high status and excellent appearance, this is enough to make his words imprint in the hearts of anyone who comes into contact for the first time——

"Notre Dame, please keep your chest up. Because you're not wrong...you've done everything you could."

Annan's gentle voice is like a good medicine to heal the soul: "It's wrong, it's Alvin Barber."

Enough to heal a scar of the soul that can never be healed easily.

And Annan can also help others and find out who or what is really bothering them.

As long as Annan solves this problem...

The other party will trust him, be loyal to him, and even fall in love with him.

"But luckily, Alvin Barber is dead."

Annan whispered: "I killed it - this secret. Please don't reveal it."

"Yes, yes... I already know, thank you very much, thank you... I will never say it, I can swear to the silver-"

The tax officer said gratefully. He thanked Annan from the bottom of his heart.

——The shared secret between the two is enough to make people a close ally.

Of course, the greatest thing is...

Everything Annan said above is true.

This is the art of manipulating the mind.