Super Righteous Player-Chapter 129 - 127: The Old House_1

Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain last night.

Even by ten in the morning, the streets of Roth Fort could hardly be called warm.

The servants of the Viscount’s manor had either been taken away or dismissed, so Annan and Salvatore temporarily could not find a coachman to take them out.

Fortunately, the Viscount’s residence was not far from the home of the tax officer, Jerome Notre Dame.

Annan and his companion were not the fussy type.

They strolled leisurely towards their destination.

"Don’t you need to tend to your guards? They achieved great merit last night."

Salvatore said offhandedly.

Annan chuckled lightly, "They’re probably still not awake."

"...And it’s nearly noon?"

Salvatore turned back in surprise, looking at his companion, "Are you that lenient with them?"

"No, I just guess... They probably didn’t sleep well after returning last night."

The black-haired, blue-eyed young lord smiled at Salvatore.

He had been up all night watching them play through a dungeon.

And this morning, he had watched as they ended their stream, logging off one by one like dumplings being dropped into soup...

Seeing Annan’s demeanor, Salvatore slightly raised his eyebrows, "You seem very confident."

"Why yes, care to make a wager?"

"Don’t treat me like a fool, Tan Juan."

Salvatore snorted with a sneer, "Since you’re so confident, I’ll not fall for that trap."

Annan looked at Salvatore with some surprise.

He hadn’t expected the man to be so clear-headed and decisive about such an inconsequential matter...

Or rather...

"—So you’re not dumb after all."

Annan expressed his admiration.

Salvatore immediately became annoyed and angry, "Damn it, what are you going on about, you shorty?"

Because, naturally—

In these trivial matters, Salvatore usually followed the advice of his shadow.

Breathing in the fresh air, Annan took a deep breath and felt a sense of pleasure.

The previous day had been quite a long one.

Especially so for Annan.

He had slain Gerald, killed Justin and the Lord Viscount Barber, and then cheerfully watched them kneel through an all-nighter. He himself had gotten up at six in the morning to run another dungeon...

He was genuinely tired from a full day and night, his mind never resting, his body managing only an hour and a half of sleep.

The day was indeed overly eventful.

Damn, am I repaying overtime I owed from a past life now...

"Achoo!"

Salvatore sneezed.

The sea breeze of Beihai, right after the rain in December, made Salvatore’s body shiver slightly.

"Are you cold?"

Annan asked with concern, "You can wear my clothes."

Looking at the significantly shorter younger man asking with such concern, Salvatore was obviously a bit irritated, "Thanks, Tan Juan, but it’s not necessary, I’m not that cold—

"Besides, we have already arrived!"

Following his gaze, Annan saw a medium-sized mansion.

It was about the size of a modern detached villa, with two stories and dark stone walls overtaken by a type of climbing plant akin to ivy. The courtyard was small; from behind the iron fence, one could see various vegetables planted within.

The house, it seemed, had been lived in for at least thirty or forty years.

It indeed bore some age.

"...Where are their servants?"

Salvatore wondered.

He walked up, shouting, "Is anyone home?"

Oddly, there was no response from inside.

"Not at home, huh...?"

Salvatore seemed puzzled and decided to check the door lock.

But he found that the iron gate’s lock had been broken from the outside, and the door was not locked.

They exchanged a glance and sharply sensed something amiss.

They promptly opened the gate and went inside.

Had their statuses not been so noble... they could have easily been mistaken for thieves or burglars.

But, fortunately.

They had no need to worry about such things at this moment and simply walked through the iron gate. Before entering, Salvatore made sure to close the gate behind them... to prevent anyone from sneaking in after them.

"Notre Dame?"

"Are you there, Jerome?"

The two of them called out.

The hall’s door was not closed either.

But even after walking into the hall, there was no response.

In the entire house, there was not a breath of the living. A faint layer of dust covered the furniture and the floor.

"...Are you sure his house is here?"

Annan furrowed his brow slightly and walked briskly ahead, his right hand resting on the bag at his waist—Mr. Trusty Bonescrape Dagger was ready inside, at a moment’s notice.

He vaguely sensed something was off, but couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

"Is his whole family out?"

Salvatore, following behind Annan, frowned slightly and murmured under his breath.

He habitually, closed the door of the main hall behind him.

"—Be careful!"

Annan’s pupils instantly contracted.

He almost immediately sensed a strange, intense danger coming from nowhere.

A chilling feeling that penetrated the heart seeped into his spine and neck, as if Annan was immersed in ice water, as if his whole body was bound and he couldn’t move at all.

Annan and Salvatore exchanged glances, and Annan quickly confirmed from Salvatore’s panicked and dark circled gaze that this guy didn’t know what was going on either...

"...I think they will come, Meme."

A somewhat familiar voice came from the next room.

It was Jerome Notre Dame’s voice.

"Impossible, Jerome. They’re just being polite..."

The voice of a woman responded.

She sounded brisk and a bit harsh.

And Annan could roughly discern that she was not in a good mood and was somewhat irritable.

"If you ask me... Huh?"

At that moment, the woman walked into the hall.

Seeing Annan and Salvatore appear here, she clearly got startled.

Annan immediately noticed—

She was a pregnant woman. From the bulge of her belly, it was evident that she was about to enter the childbirth stage at any time.

In the instant of eye contact with her, Annan immediately revealed a pure and gentle smile, bowed to the woman, "Madam, good morning. As you can see, I am Tan Juan Geraint—this is Salvatore Hightower.

"Mr. Notre Dame invited us to visit, so here we are. Also, our apologies for the intrusion, the door was unlocked—so we came in."

"Yes," Salvatore also recovered, hastily added, "We called out a couple of times outside the door... but no one answered."

"—Idiot, you shouldn’t have said that!"

The shadow’s deep, hoarse voice rose agitatedly in Salvatore’s mind: "You’ve exposed everything, learn a thing or two about acting from Tan Juan! If you can’t do it, let me take over!"

Beat it, there’s no way I’m letting you out...

Salvatore grumbled to himself internally.

Indeed, as the shadow said, the pregnant woman looked at Salvatore with some suspicion—obviously, they hadn’t heard any call from Annan and Salvatore.

"It’s also possible our voices were too low," Annan looked up, and earnestly said to the pregnant woman with a clear, naive voice, "After all, we are guests. We shouldn’t be too noisy."

Perhaps persuaded by Annan’s words, or maybe Annan’s face unconsciously softened her attitude, the pregnant woman couldn’t help but reveal a rare smile when she looked at Annan: "Not at all, please take a seat, my Lord! And you, the Mayor, right? I’ll get you some tea... Jerome, come out! The lords are here!"

With that, she called into the interior of the house.

Soon after, Jerome Notredame came over, slightly flustered.

He had barely put on more formal attire, but not all the buttons were done: "Sorry, didn’t expect you to come so early..."

Annan and Salvatore exchanged glances.

Yes, this was the same Jerome Notredame they saw last night.

But what had just happened...

The two of them were a bit on guard.

Annan, following Notredame’s lead, sat down, his fingertips subtly sweeping across the tabletop.

—No dust.

Annan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "We came over so early to invite you out for a meal."

As he spoke, he glanced at Salvatore.

Salvatore quickly took the hint: "Yes, we’re also busy today... you know. Regarding The Lord Viscount’s matter."

"Mm, mm... I know. So, are we going out?"

Notredame hesitated for a moment and nodded his head.

He called into the house, "We’re going out for lunch today, Meme! No need to prepare... I’ll be back after I’ve eaten!"

Speaking, Notredame apologized to Annan somewhat embarrassedly: "Sorry, my wife is close to giving birth and can’t leave... but it’s no problem if it’s not too far away."

"Mm, no problem."

Annan responded amenably.

Soon, the three of them left the house together.

As they were leaving the front door, Annan specifically looked back.

—The house now visibly had a bit more life, the temperature was normal, and you could even faintly hear Meme moving about inside.

It was as if everything had returned to its original place.

...Strange.

What was going on?