Pretending to be a big guy might bring some convenience, but what if the big guy's enemies are also big shots?

Annan did not profit from this, nor did he fail to prepare for attacks at all times, only countless troubles and hidden dangers. So you can only tear through misunderstandings and prove that you are another person - what could be better than tearing through the pretense in front of a group of powerful people?

Andrew Luna felt that Annan's plan seemed crude and reckless, but it was indeed the best solution to the immediate trouble.

A few hours before the feast, the mage Tama returned to the tavern with a cart of chirping goblins.

Dorai fulfilled his promise and arrived with his people. Dirty-faced goblin Dora is among them.

These goblins don't have the intelligence of Dorai, and they are timid and dirty.

Annan first asked them to take a bath, and asked Andrew Luna to buy ten children's clothes to replace their tattered leather armor and use them as work clothes.

The goblins soon became proficient in the operation of the machines, and Susan looms began to be transported to the warehouse by horse-drawn carts.

At the same time, the evening of the banquet is gradually approaching.

The address on the invitation letter is a special banquet hall next to the Breeze City Lord's Mansion - the scale of the banquet is not small.

Just right for Annan to get rid of his identity.

Annan arrived at Winchet Manor before evening. The Wine Lady swept meaningfully across Annan's mage robes. After returning from outside the city, Annan changed into a mage robe engraved with four kinds of magic. Cleansing meant it didn't need to be washed, and the mage robes that could be worn for any occasion didn't have to rack Annan's brains to choose a dress.

The wine lady, who had never worn the same dress before, was also amazed this time: the lady standing on the stairs was wearing a long black dress with dark gold flowers, and her slender legs extended from the hem of the skirt, noble and beautiful.

"Are you ready?"

"Prepare what?"

"After tonight, many of the merchants of Breez will know your name and Susan's spinning machine."

The old butler helped the wine lady down the steps and into the carriage parked outside the door. Then he whispered to Annan.

"The lady can't drink, and if a guest approaches the lady, leave it to Mr. Annan......"

"I will."

Annan stepped into the carriage and sat opposite the wine lady, the intoxicating scent of roses filling the carriage.

The wine lady looked at Annan, and Annan looked out the window, more and more embarrassed as time went on and the lady's smile.

"I'm a little nervous......," Annan took the initiative to break the deadlock before blushing in vain: "How long will it take for fifty Susan spinning machines to be sold?" ”

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it's tonight." "What you should be worried about is how much cotton is hoarded and what happens if there are not enough spinning wheels." ”

"Andrew Luna is still procuring and is now able to make ten Susan spinning machines a day."

"It's too boring to talk about this at this time, what do you say?"

The wine lady's lips opened slightly, and the sweet fruity smell entered her nose, and Annan once again looked out the window at the hustle and bustle of the night scene.

"Fast, they seem to be on good terms with you?"

"Well, they've been taking good care of me."

Annan was lucky to know them when he was weak. Hirabayashi is like his newbie village - if it were in Breez, it might have been a different ending, and if it had been in the rat-infested south, it would be even more miserable......

After a journey of torment and enjoyment, the carriage pulls into a bustling street with brilliant lights.

Annan, who had been in Breeze City for more than a week, came here for the first time.

The solemn and tall minaret-like buildings that line the wide streets require a look up to get a glimpse of them in full.

When it comes to "keeping yourself in a place for a long time", Annan is like a mage.

Luxurious carriages with various emblems line up on the streets. Annan and their carriage joined in, slowly stopping in front of the wide staircase as the procession progressed.

Annan stepped out of the carriage, turned around and held the soft water that stretched out of the carriage like a maiden, and stepped up the steps with the wine lady to dispel the light of the night.

Countless incense candles and constant magic lamps illuminate the hall like daylight, and the soft blanket spread under your feet is like walking through the clouds. Young maids weave between wine tables, and bards play cheerful music.

No matter the scale or the magnificence, it is far from being comparable to the dinner party in Hirabayashi Town.

The beautiful wine lady and the handsome Annan attracted attention, and a nobleman approached them.

"Mrs. Torre, long time no see."

"yes, Blank."

It seems that the two old friends neither hugged nor kissed hands.

"This is ......" the nobleman asked in surprise as if he had just discovered Annan.

"You've just come back from outside, and you don't know the latest news from the city? Does his hair still make you think of anything? ”

The nobleman named Cranke was confused for a moment, and suddenly undisguised jealousy and fear appeared, and left in a hurry without saying a word.

"Wine Lady......"

"I don't like him, that's a nasty guy." The cat-like magnetic voice of the wine lady smiled with a smile: "My sweetheart is angry? Anyway, you're going to clarify your identity for a while. ”

"But now they're hiding from the plague." Annan looked around at the guests who began to move away from them, "They seem to be afraid of me?" ”

"It's not you that they're afraid of."

"Olmedo......" Annan pronounced the most suspicious name, "and how can we talk about business now?" ”

"Wait patiently, sweetheart ......"

After a while, under the strange gaze and rejection of the banquet, Annan knew what the wine lady had made her wait for:

The banquet invited a great man: the twin ministers from the Duchy of Keating, His Excellency Frankning.

It was a middle-aged man with bald forehead and a thin body, standing on the stage and saying something. He seemed to speak the lingua franca, but Annan didn't understand it at all.

"Where's the Duchy of Keating?" Annan asked.

"A neutral principality between the south and the north, for whom your fifty spinning wheels are prepared."

The twin ministers stepped down from the stage, surrounded by many guests. The bustle was theirs, and Annan and the wine lady were deserted.

However, he suddenly noticed this, restrained his formulaic smile, and took the initiative to approach.

"Lady Margaery." The twin vizier Frankin said something that Annan could understand, and then looked at him, "Then, you must be Levi Reeves, one of the twelve kings of the Northlands." ”

"I'm not."

Annan was surprised that the rumors had reached his ears.

"Crappy disguise."

"What do you mean?" Annan asked him.

"Stop this boring topic." Twin Chancellor Flamening looked out the terrace to the north, "Why don't we look at the snow-capped mountains in the distance?" ”

"I'm going to solve one thing."

Annan no longer hesitated, put down the juice in his hand, and stepped onto the stage.

"I want to clear up some misunderstandings here."

The excitement of the banquet turned into small whispers, and they looked at Annan at the same time.

Facing the different eyes, Annan took a deep breath: "I'm not Levi Reeves. ”

After a brief pause, chaos erupted suddenly—

The guests screamed, trampled, cried, and fled, as if Annan had ripped open his skin, revealing the terrifying shell of the blue dragon.