Super Righteous Player
Chapter 446 - 443 You’re Not Allowed to Go_1

Chapter 446: Chapter 443 You’re Not Allowed to Go_1

Annan’s true identity, long hidden in the shadows, was finally and formally revealed by the Silver Baron in front of a large assembly.

No matter how many people had previously learned of Annan’s identity through their investigations.

As long as they pretended not to know, it could be regarded as ignorance.

But now, since the Silver Baron had personally announced the matter of "Annan Winter appearing in Noah," the other nobles could no longer feign ignorance.

Especially since the Silver Baron specifically mentioned that Annan was about to succeed the position of the Duke of Winter—despite not knowing why his eldest brother gave up his succession rights, it meant that Annan’s importance had shifted from being the third in the line of succession to becoming the future Duke of Winter.

Many nobles who wanted to establish or even restart international trade with the Winter Duchy were moved; those from great families with daughters of marriageable age who were still unmarried were all directly interested in Annan as a person.

If he were a minor mortal Duke, they might have other, crooked ideas... but for a future deity, they wouldn’t even dare to think of it.

Furthermore, Annan was not a False God like the Bone Lord or the Rotting Husband, who became divine through rituals and couldn’t find a True God to rely on, being forced to wander between countries. Instead, he was under the protection of at least two True Gods—the Silver Baron and the Old Grandmother—always ready to become a reserve for a True God.

No one dared to make an enemy of Annan.

Because they certainly wouldn’t outlive Annan.

No power or family could withstand the test of time. But deities themselves are immortal, unaffected by time. If they moved against him and failed, the cost would be too great, so great that it was unbearable... And with the Silver Baron’s protection, the success rate of any scheme was infuriatingly low.

Therefore, after the funeral ended, almost every noble left the three royal heirs to come directly to Annan, greeting him respectfully. Even the three heirs approached Annan to exchange a few pleasantries.

But seeing that Salvatore looked unwell, and the Silver Baron was still accompanying Annan without leaving his side, they immediately understood—the Silver Baron had more to say to Annan.

So no one lingered around Annan, no one dared to delay the time of a True God... and a future deity.

It was like attending an idol’s handshake event, or perhaps visiting an art gallery or museum. The stream of people didn’t even stop. Although they did not queue up, but sat in their seats, a natural order emerged.

Everyone introduced themselves upon arrival, getting familiar with each other, and after a brief exchange, they politely said their farewells and left. Then came the next person, all very orderly.

Those who qualified to attend the King’s funeral were each more cunning than the last. No one would be rude at such a time.

Of course, they were people of great style... it’s rare for the evolution of intelligent brains, but they usually chose not to use it. Such a choice was truly stylish.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Once everyone had left, Annan asked the Silver Baron, "If it is to choose a designated new King, you can just tell me. I will help."

"Even if I told you..."

The Silver Baron looked at Annan with a smile that was not quite a smile: "You would find a way to make Kafney ascend the throne, wouldn’t you?"

"That does not conflict with my current support for a certain Prince—or rather, her father."

Annan calmly replied softly, "Kafney’s Curse Binding is not urgent."

From the previous actions taught by the Silver Baron, he had already figured out who the Silver Baron had in mind for the new King.

It could only be Prince Albert, Kafney’s father.

Thanks to Philip’s murders of his siblings, the Silver Baron really had no other options left.

Since the Silver Baron had not openly declared support for Elizabeth during the funeral, it suggested that He was not satisfied with the Eldest Princess. At least not very satisfied for now. And Philip had never intended to gain the Silver Baron’s support in the first place... he merely wanted to leave the Silver Baron with no other choice.

Then the answer was clear.

Although Albert himself, whether as a King or a noble, had no skills that could be described as outstanding—particularly in understanding of people and politics, which could be said to be quite poor. His emotional intelligence might even be lower than his daughter, Princess Kafney.

——But that was his strength.

Albert had no particular strengths, but he had no significant flaws either. He didn’t drink excessively, nor was he indulgent in pleasures, nor lusted after women, nor was he lazy. He had no peculiar obsession with power, and in fact, he never really considered ascending to the throne, to the extent that he wasn’t even particularly clear about what his siblings did.

He was very calm-tempered, not angered by insults, nor did he panic when faced with failure; he was a man of a soft personality and slow to react.

This simultaneously meant that he was a king easy to control.

The Silver Baron chose Albert instead of Elizabeth, who was evidently more capable and popular, clearly indicating that His next goal was to strengthen His control over the Kingdom of Noah.

"Next...are you perhaps preparing for some major action?"

Annan made a rational speculation.

The Silver Baron had been observing Annan with great interest.

At Annan’s question, His lips curled up, and He blinked.

"What if I say..."

The Silver Baron spoke slowly, "I intend to make Kafney the king?"

"...What?"

Annan was taken aback.

Then he suddenly came to his senses and asked in return, "Why?"

Kafney was a genuine fallen one.

She could become a demon at any moment—Annan truly felt it was not quite appropriate for her to become the king under the current circumstances.

—Our king is a demon.

Just this sentence alone made Annan feel like the impact was not too good.

"This is based on other considerations, and revealing your identity is also for Kafney’s benefit,"

the Silver Baron said, squinting at Annan: "Do you understand?"

"...Yes, no problem."

"Also, what you offered is not enough for me to take action personally. Feelings aside, business is business. All I can do is to personally deliver you...and give you a temporary protective charm that grants immunity to instant death."

"But I suppose you wouldn’t just watch me die, right?"

"Of course not."

The Silver Baron smiled, then admitted, "If I ascertain that you have failed, I will take you away.

"After all, Bernadino is the Fifth Mirror, and you have only just obtained fragments of the Book of the Celestial Chariot. He is not an enemy you can confront directly at this time."

"But if I kill him—there won’t be a problem, right?"

"Certainly not!"

The silver Baron laughed heartily, his voice extremely joyful and loud: "To the Wheel of Celestial Chariot, interference based on destiny is invalid. For destiny is the Wheel of Celestial Chariot itself, and whatever you do, act upon, and achieve, is the preordained, the heavenly mandate.

"If you truly can kill him, it means his fate was destined to end here; and if you can’t, then it is also your destiny that you are unable to accomplish all this."

So that was it.

Annan nodded calmly.

Salvatore hesitated and then spoke, "Then, Annan..."

"You are not allowed to go."

Annan answered without hesitation.

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