Chapter 62: Mr. Planners Analysis (1/2)

Chapter 62: Mr Planner's analysis

It started to rain

It was a sparse but heavy downpour

Judging on how the passers-by sheltered froone on for a while

But Annan and the others didn’t notice it

It was as if they had entered another world just now

“Is it an illusion?”

Salvatore reached out his hand to support Annan’s shoulder and asked in a low voice, “Is it that person (Translator’s Note: Dr Gerald)?”

It seerown some trust in Annan’s wisdom

“Not really”

Annan replied slowly

The event made no sense

If Gerald could easily create a boundary that could isolate passers-by without anyone noticing, even the Black Tower leading graduate would not realize it

Then, he could easily separate and kill they would be less

“How much do you know about this person?”

Annan asked suddenly

“You meant Bishop Daryl?”

Salvatore shook his head, “I only heard the nadom There is no such surname either Plus, I haven’t seen this name in previous newspapers

“But the news frouarding Roseburg So, I suspect the naht be a pseudonym”

“Can bishops use pseudonyms?”

“Very few, but there are”

Salvatore replied affirmatively, “Because some ‘names’ are dead already…

“I think you can understand what I mean”

“I see”

Annan nodded slowly

With the “Name” dead, the person’s true identity was already dead in e of pseudonyms…

“You, hello… Dear Sir!”

At thisboy’s voice, “Is this Young Master Don Juan Geraint?”

Annan looked back and found that it was a thin boy with freckles on his face He looked at most seventeen years old The moliaze was overwhelmed by fear and cowardice

“It’s me”

Annan answered plainly, “What’s the matter?”

His voice was childish but calm and melodic Even if there were many players between the boy and him, the words could be transmitted clearly to the boy’s ears

“It’s your invitation!”

The young boy did not dare to look up at Annan but blushed The boy said in difficulty, “It’s Master Viscount Barber’s invitation! He prepares dinner for you and invites you to coht away…”

As the boy spoke, he handed over the invitation

The first player reached out and accepted the invitation The player then took a photo and handed it to the next player

The next player did the sa a photo with the invitation, the player passed it onto the next player

Salvatore looked at the group of people, shaking the invitation in their ear and then sole it over to the next person He felt a little at a loss

What are they doing?

Is this also some kind of etiquette of the royals?

He stretched out his hand to accept the invitation Then he subconsciously copied the players’ actions, shook the letter in his ear, and then handed it to Annan

“Pfft“

Salvatore vaguely heard suppressed laughter

He was immediately upset

Is id I don’t dare to raise my hand openly

“You don’t need to do that”

Annan looked at Salvatore’s troubled state He couldn’t help but advise Salvatore Then, he reached out, took the invitation, and opened it

Salvatore nodded without sayinghis subconscious timidity in his heart

No, it’s siid Is it because I came from a rural area, so I’m a little shy about it?

I need to overcouards was lower than him Yet, he was a little nervous and a little tense Afterthe wizard from the royal capital, how could he converse normally?

Fortunately, Salvatore had made full use of his excellent memory and had carved this etiquette deeply in his brain He had constantly been refreshi+ng his memory of Annan’s follower’s bizarre actions and silently wrote them down carefully

At the same time, he also deeply felt the cultural differences between s Water Port, the swamp, and the prosperous capital city

“Only three people?”