Super Righteous Player
Chapter 62 - 61 Bishop Daryl_1

Chapter 62: Chapter 61 Bishop Daryl_1

After paying the entry fee for more than twenty people, Annan and his group smoothly entered Roth Fort.

Of course, it was definitely Salvatore who footed the bill. After locking gazes with senior Salvatore for a moment, the senior conceded defeat and retreated—it was obviously embarrassing for him to go out with such a young child and still have the latter pay.

Annan had started to seriously consider the need to make some money soon. At the very least, he needed enough for daily expenses.

Always taking advantage of Salvatore like a moocher, even if the other party didn’t mind, would sooner or later cause problems in his own act.

One could say it was miserliness.

What kind of noble lives as frugally as this normally...

"Excuse me—"

Suddenly, Annan heard someone call out from outside the carriage, "Is Master Geraint in the carriage?"

Who could it be?

Annan’s mind stirred, but he didn’t respond.

He looked towards Salvatore, who understood and called out, "I am Salvatore Hightower. Who are you?"

"I am the bishop of the Silver Baron, Daryl. Respected Child of the Black Tower..."

The person outside said cheerfully, "I believe you may have heard of me."

"...Indeed, I have heard this name. He is the bishop of Roth Fort, reputed to be very capable."

Salvatore looked at Annan and asked softly, "Shall we go out and see?"

"We can go and see, he may be here to aid us,"

Annan said gravely, "After all... this matter is related to him."

Salvatore understood without need for further words.

Annan glanced around, signaling the players to gather towards him.

In fact, Salvatore had already agreed with Annan during the carriage ride that once they were in the city, Annan would make the decisions.

Transcendents skilled in Soul Reaping are experts at Heart Control. Even without using spells, they often excel in this regard.

After all, Salvatore harbored murderous intent towards Gerald, and it was likely that Gerald knew this... meaning that he could potentially exploit Salvatore’s desire to kill to lead him into making a mistake.

And Annan did not know Gerald at all. This meant that he could not be swayed by the other party, and could always remain calm—especially when their opinions differed, it would prompt Salvatore to reflect whether he had been influenced without realizing.

This strategy was what Annan and Salvatore had discussed in the carriage on the way here.

Naturally, the entire process was live-streamed by Jiu’er, who stayed close to Annan.

On one hand, players felt tense and excited about the strength of the enemy they were about to face... on the other hand, they were convinced that "Tan Juan was indeed the protagonist of this game."

Although Tan Juan was on the cover of the game, there were always exceptions.

For example, in some games that have a mascot with no presence at all...

But look, is it possible for an ordinary twelve- or thirteen-year-old to be so smart? Is it possible for an ordinary twelve- or thirteen-year-old to act and think so calmly?

Annan’s wisdom and words made the players even more convinced that they should stick close and wait for the plot to unfold...

After all, by now, they had encountered the transcendent powers of this world many times. They had also realized that although they could easily defeat those disguised as bandits, their own combat power was almost negligible compared to the Transcendents.

There were only two Transcendents in their entire team.

—So, they were just here to make an appearance, do some chores, and clear some minor monsters, right?

In the end, there would surely be a string of CG cutscenes where the young master Tan Juan and Senior Pandas-Eyes performed heroically, right?

The guys were very optimistic in their thoughts.

But Annan’s thoughts were completely different from the players’.

He simply said coldly and indifferently to the short girl beside him, "Protect me, Jiu’er—with your life."

"I will! Uh... huh?"

Jiu’er cheerily replied on reflex.

But then she paused, and a look of delighted surprise flashed in her eyes.

She said without hesitation, unexpectedly firm and smooth, "Rest assured, young master. I will not let any attack come near you—"

...Every time he saw this scene, Salvatore felt utterly baffled.

How on earth did Tan Juan find such a group of loyal protectors?

But in reality, Annan had simply issued Jiu’er a temporary quest.

[Temporary Quest: Close Protection]

[Quest Requirement: In Roth Fort, stay close at all times to "Tan Juan Geraint" and block any arrows, spells, poisoned wine, and daggers that may come at him; before this quest fails, resurrection is free of any cost and not limited by the daily number of times]

[Special Requirement: The final reward is given based on "Tan Juan Geraint’s" satisfaction level]

Upon seeing this quest requirement, Jiu’er understood.

Phase to intercept hooks. She was very good at this...

If it weren’t for the fear that doing so would trouble the young master, she would have definitely pressed herself close in front of Annan and, after leaving the carriage, spread her arms wide and shouted:

"Bronn is here—!"

Of course, she took a screenshot and posted it to the forum as soon as this mission appeared.

And she specially mentioned Lin Yiyi.

Considering her impression in Annan’s heart, Jiu’er merely smiled demurely and then dutifully opened the car door, assisting Annan to step out.

Seeing this scene, the feelings of Salvatore, who had alighted from the carriage himself, became even more complex.

Especially after he saw the other guards casting envious, almost jealous glances at Jiu’er upon hearing the order, he felt all the more confused.

So strange, these people are really so strange...

Are the guards from the Royal Capital all so good-looking, strong in combat, and possess such reliable loyalty?

Could the rumors be wrong?

Is Tan Juan Geraint not the least favored son of Earl Geraint, but his primary heir?

Is his eldest son just a decoy? A target used to protect Tan Juan and fend off assassinations?

Salvatore could only think this way.

Having alighted from the carriage amidst the players’ encirclement and protection, Annan also saw the man who had stopped the carriage.

It was a man who... looked to be a priest of the Silver Baron.

Bishop Daryl had a kind face, benevolent eyes, and large ears, which could be somewhat endearingly described as ’big-eared.’ His head was completely shaven, and he always wore a gentle smile. Although he appeared elderly, his skin was still fairly delicate, making it hard to discern his true age.

He wore a white suit similar to Priest Louis’s. But the suit on the bishop obviously endured more hardship than what its size was meant to handle—while the same white suit appeared exceptionally sleek and handsome on Priest Louis, on the bishop it seemed to attest to the fabric’s remarkable endurance, with the material around the belly looking rather taut, as if bending over would send the buttons flying off.

In the pocket of his chest, he carried a silver pocket watch, similar to that of Priest Louis. Unlike Priest Louis, though, his pocket watch was smaller and looked more like a silver coin.

Yet, compared to the bishop’s rather imposing figure, what was more memorable was the two rows of golden teeth that became visible when he smiled.

Yes, he had a full set of gold teeth.

When he smiled, they emitted a particularly brilliant glow.

Annan couldn’t help feeling envious.

"Greetings to the Silver Coin, Bishop Daryl."

Annan and Salvatore respectfully greeted the bishop.

The players behind them, a beat too slow, also mimicked Annan’s salute.

Bishop Daryl just chuckled and acknowledged them, taking out his pocket watch and flipping it open with a snap, "May you also be loved by the Silver Baron today, dear children..."

"I’m young so I’ll just ask directly, please don’t blame me," Annan said, exploiting his every advantage without a hint of shame. "You stopped us—do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, young sir," Bishop Daryl replied genially. "Earl Geraint wrote to me in advance, asking me to take good care of you."

"My father is acquainted with you?" Annan asked in surprise, wary.

The bishop simply waved his hand and laughed, "Actually, I’m not acquainted with your father, but with your grandfather.

"I am a good friend of your grandfather, young sir. If you were to address me, you should call me ’grandfather.’"

The bald and plump bishop, who looked no older than in his forties or fifties, beamed like a Maitreya Buddha.

"So, Grandfather Daryl," Annan said, feeling as though the bishop was taking advantage of him but not hesitating to call him so, promptly redirecting to the previous topic, "what is it that you wanted to see me about?"

"Just a bit of advice. Out of consideration for the son of an old friend," the smile on Bishop Daryl’s face waned slightly, his tone becoming somewhat more formal. "Alvin Barber will invite you to a banquet later... I personally advise against going.

"This hatred does not belong to you. It’s neither side."

As he spoke these words, a blinding flash of lightning struck.

Annan blinked, and the portly bishop had vanished from sight.

Only then did Annan feel a chill breeze, a coldness at his chest.

The thunder that suddenly echoed from afar rolled in like a chariot’s wheels. Passersby exclaimed in shock, quickening their steps, prepared to head home to take shelter from the rain.

Annan suddenly realized—

After the arrival of that odd, fat bishop.

Not a single person had passed by in the street, and he hadn’t felt the pre-rain chill at all.

Annan looked up to see the sky overcast, the city blanketed by dark clouds.

The wind was picking up.

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