Chapter 148 Joseph Buckle

Annan had long known the storefront of the shop that was said to be "a baker from the capital".

During the first conversation with Salvatore, he specifically wrote down all the places and characters that might have a story.

If it wasn't for the players' arrival, he wouldn't be able to introduce them to the players one by one...

It's just that Annan didn't realize that the plot on the "baker" would be so important.

His original plan was to arrange for players who had nothing to do to go to the frozen water port to inquire about news. These characters with secrets can wait for the players to investigate almost, and Annan will come over to send a mission, send the information, and give them some rare rewards and a lot of favorability.

It's like a hidden mission.

Annan can be sure that once the keywords of "rare", "hidden" and "limited" are involved, even if the rewards are generally rewarded, a large number of players will come to them. Not to mention the rewards are plentiful...

... But who would have thought that this baker was actually a sweeper? !

"It's really weird..."

Annan gritted his teeth, a little depressed.

He is wearing a thin coat at the moment, running fast on the deserted street in the cold December wind. Fortunately, the moonlight in the frozen water port is still bright, and at least the road can be distinguished without lighting.

It was already ten thirty in the evening... Frozen Water Harbor was not like Roseburg either. There is no nighttime entertainment, and the fishermen have already slept.

That is, some stores that are going to open tomorrow morning are still hard at work preparing the things that will be used tomorrow morning.

They watched Annan run by and were a little surprised.

After being stunned, he saluted Annan with some trepidation.

And Annan was also very polite and greeted them one by one.

After half an hour, Annan finally ran to the bakery not too far from the City Lord's Mansion.

——Authentic Wangdu Bakery.

A very concise and powerful signature name.

Just like the authentic XX Xiao Long Bao and the authentic XX Roujiamo... Simple and unpretentious.

But the bread here is really good.

There are also several players who bought Annan's bread for breakfast and snacks. One thing to say, the taste is indeed ok...

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the bakery's door was closed. But there is still some light inside.

"--Is there anyone?"

Annan asked in a loud voice, patting the door hard: "Is there anyone!"

After a while, a puzzled and impatient voice came from inside: "It's sold out long ago - what time is it!"

"I am Don Juan Geraint."

After the other party answered, Annan directly revealed his identity: "Please open the door."

This is just in case.

If Annan knocked on the door calling his name directly, and Buckle didn't want to see him, he could just pretend he wasn't there or fell asleep...

Wait for him to respond before revealing his identity.

At least it can keep Buckle from playing dead.

After about seven or eight seconds, Annan heard the sound of the door lock turning.

Wooden door opens.

The "Bakr" who appeared in front of Annan's eyes really looked quite similar to Brother Sledgehammer in the copy. The only difference is that forty-five years ago, the sledgehammer looked like he was in his thirties... and forty-five years later, he looked like he was in his fifties and almost sixty.

Although there are some white hair on the head, and many wrinkles appear in the corners of the eyes. But his aura was still very calm, his whole person was quite energetic, and he didn't feel sleepy even at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

The biggest difference is that he no longer has the fierce murderous intent and hostility that he had forty-five years ago. The atmosphere of the whole person became quiet and peaceful.

...It seems that there is no danger.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking at Bakr's face, Annan immediately had a question in his mind:

Big brother, how old is this year?

Barker's eyes looked forward subconsciously, and then he paused to look down at Annan without a trace.

His eyes moved to the bronze ring between Annan's fingers for the first time, and then quickly moved away to look at the ground.

"...Is there something wrong with your lord?"

His voice was very respectful.

"There's something. But can I go in?"

Annan nodded and made a childish, polite and somewhat weak voice: "It's a little cold outside..."

Hearing this, Buckle hesitated a little.

He quickly responded: "It's a little messy, please wait for me to clean up... I'll be fine right away."

With that, he closed the door again.

Annan raised his eyebrows slightly,

- This is not polite behavior.

Generally speaking, the guests should be sent to the living room first, right? At least it's impossible for the guests to blow the cold wind outside...

Bakr came from the capital, not from the countryside. Will he not understand these etiquette?

Or, is there anything in him that Annan cannot see?

Are you destroying evidence?

But such thoughts soon ceased.

Because Buckle packs up so fast...

He closed the door for about four or five seconds, and then opened it again. And Annan did not hear any sound from him, nor did he see any sound and light effects inside. It even felt a little quieter inside.

"Come in, my lord..."

Barker greeted Annan respectfully.

He took Annan through the bread shop and into the back yard. He walked through the yard to the back room.

After leading Annan to sit down in the living room, he brewed a new pot of black tea for Annan.

Annan looked at the tea box curiously.

Although Noah's kingdom has the habit of drinking tea, if Annan remembers correctly... The tea that Bakr drank is better than that brought by Salvatore.

Is it so profitable to knead bread?

When Bakr poured hot tea for Annan, Annan said gently: "I just heard some sayings. I will put my words first, and the content of the conversation after that, please don't pay too much attention to it...

"This... um..."

"Joseph Buckle."

Without waiting for Annan to ask, Buckle directly said his full name: "You can just call me Joseph, my lord."

"That's fine, Joseph."

Annan is good-natured.

He asked softly, "I want to know, where are you from the Frozen Water Harbor a few years ago?"

"About... forty years ago."

Joseph replied.

"Specific?"

Annan asked, "Yes...

"—forty-five years ago?"

Hearing this, Mr. Joseph Barker fell silent.

He paused, then sighed suddenly.

He leaned back weakly.

"Did you want to ask me... do I know Amos?"

The corner of Joseph's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "If this is the problem, then I do know it."

He said, looking at Annan's ring again.

Seeing that Annan didn't reply immediately, he asked back: "I guess you just came out of a nightmare? Are you... a nightmare you entered?"

"I was a nightmare entering under the protection of Reverend Lewis."

Annan nodded and said softly.

He opted for a relatively less high-profile statement.

"That's it."

Seeing this, Joseph relaxed slightly and said with a chuckle, "Did I... scare you in a nightmare?"

"well enough."

"I also entered that nightmare back then. I was also frightened by myself at the time... But I took advantage of it and persuaded myself directly."

He took a sip of tea and said so.

Annan keenly noticed a word.

"You said... that year?"

Annan asked.

He also noticed that Joseph was not wearing a carrier.

Whether bronze or silver...nothing.

He was wearing a thin shirt at home, and the silver bracelet he had seen in the nightmare had disappeared.

Joseph has no qualms about this topic.

He nodded: "I gave up. Now I'm no longer a superhuman."

...you said it lightly.

Annan's eyelids jumped.

Extraordinary - can you say that you won't do it if you don't do it?

Isn't this line of business, you can't go back after you enter the business?

"If you are planning to recruit me... I can only say that if I can help, I will definitely help."

Joseph smiled bitterly and said, "But I'm a waste now. The remaining spellcasting ability doesn't change, and what I can do is estimated to be limited..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the kitchen and commanded:

"【continue working】."

In the kitchen not far away, the dough suddenly came to life and began to knead itself. And those fermented doughs lined up one by one and got into the oven by themselves - the bread that was baked before that had to jump out first.

First out, last in, like taking the subway.

"Simple 'temporary activation'. My carrier cannot continue to be used, and the remaining spellcasting ability is enough to keep me from starving to death... I can't even reach the silver rank."

Joseph spread his hands: "I just didn't know your intention. I turned and entered the house to stop them... To prevent you from scaring you at night."

"What the hell happened forty-five years ago?"

Although Joseph's spell has many slots, Annan ignored it and asked more important questions first: "What is the real ending in the end?"

Joseph paused.

He opened his shirt and turned his back to Annan.

I saw that behind him, there were scars densely packed like spider webs.

But it wasn't a scar.

It's more like the spider web traces left after the bullet hit the bulletproof glass. Those cobwebs were all his veins bursting out, leaving dark blue bulges on his back that were still pulsing slightly with his heartbeat.

And in the center of the cobweb scar...

That position is about his heart.

"I've actually been killed by Amos once. He launched a sneak attack from the future, and he has a powerful spell in his hand that I can't avoid and can't defend. The bullet hit the heart, was cast into a powerful curse, and at the same time fell into a near-death state—"

Joseph put down his clothes, turned back to Annan and replied slowly and earnestly:

"But after that, he didn't kill me. The reason is...if I die, the curse in my bearer will leak.

"—Yes, he stole my curse bearer."

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