Super Righteous Player
Chapter 336 - 334 Infernal Affairs_1

Chapter 336: Chapter 334 Infernal Affairs_1

"...Captain Claus?"

Annan murmured softly, "So you’ve run off to this place now..."

Through the eyes of the delicious wind goose, he saw that familiar face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He certainly recognized the man—he had even killed him several times in nightmares.

Annan not only knew his profession, but even Claus’s combat habits had been thoroughly figured out by him.

But it was only now that he learned Claus’s full name was "Claus Kass."

...Although he had thoroughly offended the Geraint family, he hadn’t become much of a big shot, had he?

Why run off to guard the city gate?

From being the guard captain of the third heir to the Earl’s family, transforming into the captain of the city gate guard—this could indeed be considered a promotion.

But the promotion was very limited... The most fatal thing was, he was still under the Geraint family’s watchful eye, and his job was still at the city gate, relatively far from the third prince.

Not only was his identity as a traitor exposed. Moreover, the Royal Capital was under the surveillance of the "Cyclops Crow." As soon as the Crow guessed Claus’s Curse Binding, he could die silently at any moment.

"...Ah."

Annan suddenly let out a light exclamation and a moment of realization dawned on him.

—He figured it out.

Claus’s task was most likely treated as a "task failure" in the end.

At first, he might have reported it as "task completed."

But later, after the death of Viscount Roth, the information that "Tan Juan Geraint" was still active gradually reached the Royal Capital. People from the Geraint family had already reached Roth Fort, and Prince Philip must have already received the information by now.

One of the reasons Annan returned directly to Frostwater Harbor from the ruins was that Tan Juan, his second brother, was still in Roth Fort...

Going to impersonate his younger brother in front of Tan Juan’s very own older brother—especially when the two looked nothing alike.

Even if Eugene Geraint knew long ago that Annan was not the real Tan Juan Geraint, it would be too much to ask him to tell a blatant lie directly in front of everyone and interact with Annan...

...That would be a bit too much, right?

The real Tan Juan should now be with the old Crow or with Benjamin.

And with the birth of the new god "The Man in the Mirror," Benjamin, as the pope of The Man in the Mirror, no longer needed to maintain his feigned death.

So the information Philip received would be: Tan Juan is not dead, Benjamin is not dead, and the Book of the Celestial Chariot hasn’t been obtained.

—So what exactly did you accomplish?

If Philip didn’t throw Claus out to feed the dogs, it could already be considered that he had a good temper.

Now that Claus had caught the delicious wind goose, it was probably to inquire about information regarding "Tan Juan Geraint."

If that’s the case...

Annan pondered for a moment, sat in front of the desk, and slowly drew out a piece of paper. With a feather pen and a bit of ink, he quickly wrote something on the desk.

—He couldn’t communicate with the delicious wind goose, but other players could.

The players who were currently with Annan at Frostwater Harbor were Defu and their group of four plus a cat. Whether it was Defu or the children, they were able to contact the delicious wind goose offline. And they could directly tag him on the forum as well.

Claus could never imagine... even with the delicious wind goose’s curse-bearing object confiscated and the person himself detained in the dungeon, he could still collude with Annan.

"...In fact, this is a good opportunity."

Annan’s eyes flickered.

While watching the live broadcast of the delicious wind goose, Annan followed his train of thought, continuing to write the information "that could be disclosed to Claus."

Because the delightful wind goose was caught unexpectedly.

Annan knew that the speculation the delicious wind goose had just posted on the forum was not correct.

It wasn’t that he would be thrown into the dungeon for a correct trade procedure—if every transaction was done this way, it would be no different than delivering it directly to Philip’s house. Rather, delivering gifts to Philip’s house would be more discreet.

The best way to hide a grain of sand is not to lock it in a safe, but to throw it into the desert.

Claus had arrested the delightful wind goose because he sensed that the goose recognized "Tan Juan Geraint" when he spoke with the goose at the city gate. He wanted to obtain some information from him.

—He wanted to make up for his failure with a merit.

And the delicious wind goose did not realize Claus’s purpose, because Claus was carefully hiding it.

In other words... precisely because Claus was carefully concealing his true intent, he would be utterly convinced of the information he managed to obtain.

This is simple psychology—if you send a piece of information directly and openly to Claus, he might suspect it’s a scam.

But if he got the information through great effort, risking his life, and a series of coincidences, even if the information was fragmented and incomplete, he would subconsciously believe that all the information was true.

Even if it were disproved, he would think it was "some kind of cipher," and he would strive to piece together "the real message it was trying to convey."

Essentially, this was because Claus didn’t want his efforts to be wasted.

That’s why he worked hard to maintain the significance of the "results" obtained through this effort.

In other words, he would place a great deal of trust in the information provided by Delicious Wind Goose.

Because Delicious Wind Goose had incriminating evidence against him, and it was a capital offense that was easy to control; moreover, since he was a Transcendent, he was unlikely a life-threatening devotee sent by Tan Juan, and Prince Philip even had the potential to recruit him.

Under threat and temptation, Delicious Wind Goose would carefully consider the accuracy of the information he provided.

And in order to deliver this important witness to the third prince, he couldn’t possibly harm Delicious Wind Goose.

That is to say... currently, Delicious Wind Goose was in a peculiar situation.

Claus wanted to extract information from him but dared not harm him, and didn’t even dare to offend him; at the same time, he would trust the information Delicious Wind Goose gave him greatly.

This was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

It was equivalent to Annan directly placing an insider next to the third prince that could be activated immediately. Not only could false information be sent in, but it was also possible to steal genuine information from Philip’s side.

"Let me think, what information to send to Philip..."

Annan ruffled his messy hair and murmured in a low voice, "First, I need to provide some solid content, nail Delicious Wind Goose down even more. And it has to be something that’s quickly verifiable, important but not impactful."

Then just tell him...

"...Then, the information ’I am Annan Winter,’ can also be told to him."

Annan wrote so at the end of the many pieces of information.

Afterward, he picked up Defu, who lay beside the fireplace, and placed her on the table.

Annan pointed at the note and said to the cat, "Remember this and find a way to contact Delicious Wind Goose immediately. Tell Delicious Wind Goose exactly what’s written here... Meow once if you understand."

"Meow."

Defu obediently meowed, took a snapshot of the paper, and posted it on the forum, calling out Delicious Wind Goose.

Task complete.

She nodded her head, rubbed against Annan’s arm, and then stretched out her paw to tap the note on the table before pointing at the air.

"Sent it off?"

"Meow."

"Good, thanks."

Annan nodded in satisfaction, casually awarded two hundred experience and one hundred goodwill, and personally carried the cat back in front of the fireplace.

—This was his personal bodyguard during his advancement.

Then he took off his coat and climbed into his own bed.

With everything dealt with... he could enter the nightmare now.

But this time, he had to make preparations in advance—

He took out the bronze syringe left by Salvatore beforehand.

It was the kind of syringe used to inject the Philosopher’s Stone.

In the ritual, at least five drops of "Frostspeaker’s Permafrost Blood" should be injected. Then, after entering the nightmare, it was necessary to see the advancement prompt upon clearing it.

... How to put it, it felt like using leftover dough to leaven fresh dough.

However, Salvatore had said that within the breadth that the body could bear, the more "Frostspeaker’s Permafrost Blood," the better.

—He certainly wouldn’t know that Annan had obtained an entire jar of it.

Annan drew a full syringe of "Frostspeaker’s Permafrost Blood"—about eighty milliliters, which was definitely enough.

And then Annan slowly injected it into his body.

He clearly felt an extremely cold breath seep into his body.

He immediately felt a strong sense of soreness within... and even couldn’t help but want to scratch at it. It was like the sensation of getting an IV with fluid that’s too cold for the room temperature.

But Annan, through sheer willpower, bore it well.

Only when he had injected about sixty percent did he suddenly feel a sharp pain.

So, Annan stopped immediately.

He took a deep breath, enduring the increasingly cool body temperature, and called out in a low voice:

"Bone Man—"

After a brief delay, that familiar deep voice resonated in his ears:

"I am listening."