At dusk, the snowflakes falling from the sky gradually began to thicken.
Perhaps due to the dimming daylight, the streets of Roth Fort were nearly empty of people.
Ann’s carriage was not spacious, but Lin Yiyi and Jiu’er could sit on either side, solely because the three of them were not large in build. Salvatore and the wandering child nearly took up all the space on the opposite seat.
As for Delicious Wind Goose... he was driving in front.
Yes, Ann had only just found out that this man could actually drive a carriage.
Initially, Ann had considered whether to simply split into two carriages—borrowing another carriage from Roth Fort in advance.
But that would have put the coachman in danger.
Fortunately, Delicious Wind Goose had mentioned to Ann in private that he might be able to drive a carriage, though he wasn’t entirely sure.
The two of them secretly tried it once and found it to be quite stable.
——That was more than good enough.
Ann immediately revised the previous plan.
After all, involving ordinary people in such a dangerous mission would undoubtedly be both troublesome and hazardous.
If a coachman were to encounter danger, Ann would have to rescue him. If everyone encountered danger together, Ann would have to divert attention and effort to protect him—how would that not be troublesome?
But if it was a player, there would be no problem.
If they died, they would just... resurrect and be fine.
According to Ann’s conjecture, this might be a skill that Delicious Wind Goose had urgently trained in reality during this period.
He seemed to be quite a famous broadcaster, at least a celebrity of some sort. He should understand the industry well enough to urgently learn some knowledge in a matter of days, then use his now Transcendent body’s formidable physical capabilities to replicate it—that was entirely feasible.
"It’s only been a few days... and you have all embarked on the Transcendent path," Salvatore said with a complex expression, as if he was reminded of something. "Do you have any plans for afterward?"
"We will continue to serve our Lord," replied Lin Yiyi, seated to Ann’s left, politely.
She immediately responded, "It was the Lord who led us on the path of the Transcendent, and we will all remember this kindness. If one day we must leave the city where our Lord resides, it will surely be because our Lord has given us such an order."
The implication of Lin Yiyi’s words was a reminder to Ann to "remember to bring them along if leaving."
So they wouldn’t have to go thousands of miles looking for their husband... no, looking for the protagonist.
Jiu’er, sitting alongside, nodded with a smile, affirming, "That’s right."
The wandering child, who had been sitting bored inside the carriage and unable to join the conversation, grew restless and couldn’t resist lifting the curtain to look outside. The cold air, along with snowflakes, drifted in.
Salvatore curiously caught a snowflake with his hand.
He was obviously excited by the snow.
Heath Tower of Black must be quite far from Beihai...
"The streets seem really quiet today..."
The wandering child replaced the heavy curtain and murmured quietly.
Lin Yiyi’s expression changed abruptly, and she stepped on his foot: "Say that again!"
"Be mindful, kid," Delicious Wind Goose couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing the commotion behind him, "If another black high-end carriage comes along—what the fuck?!"
Delicious Wind Goose hadn’t finished his sentence when he suddenly exclaimed, "Is there really another one?"
Ann couldn’t help but ask.
"It’s nothing, my Lord," Delicious Wind Goose regained his composure, "I see a line of black carriages parked in front of the church."
Upon hearing this, Salvatore was taken aback.
He asked, "Can you see the insignia?"
"Yes, very clearly," Delicious Wind Goose quickly replied. "It’s a golden lion’s head."
"——It’s the royal carriage."
Salvatore immediately responded.
Ann noticed that several people inside the carriage all visibly panicked for a moment.
But it was not the flurry of meeting a Prince; it was more a frantic, "Wait, did the battle start just now?" kind of alarm.
In any case, Delicious Wind Goose quickly brought the carriage to a stop.
He turned his head and asked softly, "What should we do, my lord?"
"Let us alight here."
"The church is just a few steps away, and there’s no snow blocking our path here, so everyone get down," Annan quickly instructed.
"Additionally, Old Goose, remember to park the carriage by the side of the road later. Then, lead the horse through the small gate at the side, and remember to tell them it belongs to Tan Juan Geraint."
It was Annan’s first time using Delicious Wind Goose as an amateur coachman, so he inevitably gave a few extra instructions.
Luckily, Delicious Wind Goose was smart enough and trustworthy. If Jiu’er had been driving, Annan might not have felt so at ease...
Several people followed Annan and got off the carriage.
When they entered the church, Annan saw the plump Bishop of Bread exchanging pleasantries with a father and daughter at the entrance.
The middle-aged man was very tall, at least one meter eighty-five, with broad but thin shoulders. His frame was rather slender, he wore thin-rimmed glasses on his head, radiating a literary air and the steady sense of a boss.
But what caught the eye most was his perpetually furrowed brow and the dark red pupils of his eyes.
As if there was always something to keep him alert and worried.
Which prince was this?
Annan remembered that the current King of Noah, Henry VIII, had only three heirs left.
The Eldest Princess, the Third Prince, and the Fourth Prince.
Considering the connection between the Third Prince and Claus... Was this the youngest?
Upon noticing Annan and his group entering, the two quickly ceased their conversation and looked towards Annan. This too was a matter of courtesy.
At the sight of Annan’s face, the middle-aged man paused in shock and then exclaimed, "You are—"
His first reaction was to turn back to look at Bishop Daryl.
The bishop silently nodded to him.
Then turned to Annan, bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to gently point toward the middle-aged man, and introduced him to Annan, "Prince Albert... You might not remember him. He is the Fourth Prince.
"I haven’t mentioned your matter to His Highness yet."
What he meant implicitly was for Annan to fabricate a story. He would go along with whatever Annan said, to set up for him.
To avoid any conflicts between what he made up and what Annan would say...
Annan gave him a bow.
The man hurriedly returned the gesture, then approached Annan with a lowered voice, asking in disbelief, "Are you, Prince Annan?
"What are you doing here?"
Lin Yiyi, who was closest to Annan, heard this somewhat unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar name and couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.
She wondered if she had misheard something.
Their lord... wasn’t he called "Tan Juan Geraint"?
If this man was the Fourth Prince, why was he so respectful toward their lord and addressing him as... "Your Highness"?
But if she hadn’t misheard,
Lin Yiyi finally understood why the super admin of the gaming forum had chosen the name "Annan" for herself...
The true protagonist of this "game" was not Tan Juan Geraint, but Prince Annan!
But which prince was he from?
And why was he concealing his name and identity?
One question answered, yet Lin Yiyi’s mind was now filled with even more questions.
Annan turned around, signaling for the players to leave temporarily.
The players also nodded obediently and left the room, standing together with the guards in their heavy silver and black armor.
Then Lin Yiyi quickly opened a thread on the forum:
"Shocking! The True Identity of Our Noble Lord is Actually!"
She had to share her discovery quickly!
Meanwhile, back in the room, before Annan could explain the excuse he had prepared to the Fourth Prince,
the little girl following behind Prince Albert stepped forward. Out of the blue, she grabbed Annan’s sleeve and looked up at him with wide eyes.
Her eyes were filled with admiration—