"Tan Juan..."
Salvatore asked with so uncertainty, "Have you grown stronger again?"
"Your perception is quite sharp, senior."
Annan smiled and leaned against the door fra, "But of course, purifying nightmares is bound to make one stronger..."
"That is true."
Salvatore thought back to the nightmares he had entered, nodded with a lingering fear on his face: "But if possible, I’d still rather not enter nightmares..."
"...To be fair, I quite enjoy it."
Annan shrugged his shoulders.
That statent of his was one of the rare instances where he was being one hundred percent honest.
He indeed enjoyed nightmares—mainly for the experience of living through others’ lives, which gave him a sense of pleasure from peering into others’ fates.
"Quickly ask him what Gerald’s nightmare was about."
The shadow’s deep and hoarse voice echoed at the bottom of Salvatore’s heart, "Maybe you can find information about the teacher!"
This was not a baseless suggestion, but rather a "reminder" of sothing Salvatore had forgotten.
Despite such suggestions, Salvatore still needed to consider carefully...
But he soon made up his mind.
—It’s better not to ask.
If Tan Juan wanted to speak about it, he surely would. If he didn’t, that ant he had encountered sothing inconvenient to ntion to in there...
So, Salvatore changed the subject, "Do you have any plans today? Do you need my help?"
"Half and half."
Annan replied.
His agenda for the day was as follows.
First, to find the tax officer Notre Da—the man who was about to beco a father in middle age, had asked Annan last night if there was anything he could do to repay Annan for saving his life.
Annan rely responded with a smile.
"A ho-cooked al would be nice."
That’s what he said cheerfully.
Because Annan truly didn’t need Notre Da to do anything... Whatever Notre Da could do, Annan didn’t need him to do.
In other words, to Annan, Notre Da—the person—had no utilitarian value.
If the two had not known each other, Annan wouldn’t bother with him at all as their worlds did not intersect.
But since they had t through a common enemy, the old Viscount, Annan wouldn’t go out of his way to sever their connection.
Just as helping others can bring genuine pleasure to soone with sound moral principles like Annan.
Just like their conversation in the carriage. Annan would instinctively make the other party continue to have a good impression of him.
"Making others fond of oneself" was as natural a talent for Annan as breathing.
As long as he wished, everything would co naturally.
The reason was simple.
Animals have an innate ability to vaguely sense the attitudes of their own kind.
Even if not very clear, they would subconsciously choose to draw closer or to be wary... This was not an issue that could be compensated by conversational skills.
Those with malicious intent, after all, are malicious.
But Annan was different—he really was treating people with sincerity, and the more perceptive the person, the more they trusted Annan.
Annan truly believed: If they are friends, then one should try to make them happy and joyful, to solve their troubles.
It was common sense that everyone knew.
And in the process, naturally gained the other party’s trust.
To Annan, this trust and favor were only inconsequential by-products.
Because Annan chose to do good, it wasn’t based on material desires or a want for spiritual recognition. It wasn’t even a repulsion toward sin or a hatred of evil.
It was a completely whimsical, unrequited act of kindness—
If one had to ntion a sin that Annan should be rembered for...
That would be "flirt not, propose not".
Due to all kinds of troubles around him, Annan always knew sothing was unusual about himself, and he even once thought it was so kind of curse...
He only wanted to pursue a peaceful and comfortable life, and hadn’t properly utilized his talents... This was due to the laziness of his heart that feared trouble. Annan saw it very clearly.
Nevertheless, the forr Annan had unknowingly surrounded himself with both male and female friends.
They all thought Annan was a quirky person.
But they all sincerely wanted to beco friends with Annan.
Annan could feel the emotions of others, including his own. This made him extrely sensitive to his actions:
Doing evil would make him feel guilty.
Doing good would bring him joy.
...It used to be like this.
But now, he had lost half of his emotions.
Laziness and guilt disappeared at the sa ti...
This had made the once harmless man beco dangerous.
The current Annan frankly believed—this anomaly was comndable.
Praising kindness and glorifying the holy could make one happy.
This was a trait too splendid to be true, one that he could acknowledge with head held high.
...Why run away from it?
Why be so afraid of it?
"His wife is about to give birth, and I’m going to bless them. It would be best if you ca along... Our statuses are enough to suppress those he has offended in the past."
Annan said with a smile, "And doesn’t Notre Da want to thank ? Having this favor loom over him isn’t good for him. If he’s a man of honor, he would constantly worry about it, affecting his work and many other decisions; if he’s a heartless man, long-held gratitude can naturally turn into enmity.
"No matter what kind of person he is, he will be happy to see early..."
"Certainly, he’ll think you place great importance on him."
Looking at Annan’s crystal-clear eyes, Salvatore chuckled softly, "Alright then, shall you take with you?"
"Together, he’ll be even happier."
Annan nodded, "After we eat, I’ll go to the police station. The archbishop has to accompany through so rather complicated power transfer procedures... you won’t like it. During that ti, you can either stay with him or co back and wait for .
"We should return to Frostwater Harbor around three o’clock in the afternoon, and we should be able to make it for dinner—I an your dinner. Since you sleep late, naturally, you should eat later; otherwise, you’ll be hungry after midnight."
Annan answered naturally.
"No problem."
Salvatore quickly replied, "Just wait for to wash my hair, and I’ll be there."
In fact, Salvatore wasn’t the type to trust everyone. With twice the amount of information the average person had, it was difficult to deceive him.
...But being with Annan was just too comfortable.
Salvatore thought Annan was soone you could tell was "a good kid" the mont you laid eyes on him.
If he were a mature and trustworthy man, this intense personal charisma would beco a strong and powerful leadership quality, warm like the sun.
But because of Annan’s current image, this strong favor turned into adoration and trust.
Nevertheless, the essence was the sa.
Yes.
Although Salvatore had only known Annan for a few days—
He genuinely wanted to beco friends with Annan from the bottom of his heart.
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