A strange world

Chapter 997 Section 228. Son of the North, but Martin

Others don’t know what kind of person Martin is, but Annan doesn’t know either?

Speaking of falling asleep on the sentry post, falling down, catching a cold from the cold wind, and treating friendly troops as enemies... Annan was not surprised at all. But eliminated a dozen spies who had evil intentions and wanted to sneak into the military camp?

Annan might as well believe that Lily is a god.

If that's true, there's only one possibility: He's not Martin.

The more Annan thought about it, the more frightened he became. Martin's body was taken over! ?

"Well, the process does have some twists and turns..."

The messenger mistook Martin for remembering the wrong password and mistook the spy who answered the right password for the spy who answered the wrong password. This was considered a bad intention but a good deed.

This time it was much more reasonable, but Annan still didn't believe it: "Did he really kill people, or was it just that many people?"

"Well, one shot, one shot, no one escapes."

The messenger spoke with some reverence. He didn't know Martin's past, he just thought Lord Annan's cousins ​​were so powerful——

Annan hesitated again: "Are you talking about Martin?"

"certainly."

"Tall, short brown hair?"

"Um."

"Two eyes, a nose and a mouth?"

"Uh...who isn't?"

"Don't look too smart?"

"It's a little bit..."

"You are lazy, don't know how to adapt, and have no emotional intelligence?"

The messenger shouted: "My lord, I am very sure that he is your cousin!"

"Okay... go and ask Renaldo if there are any important guests who haven't arrived yet?"

The messenger ran out and came back, saying that all the guests had arrived, and there were still a few distinguished guests who were not suitable to be here and would visit privately later.

"Okay, let's go to the city guard camp."

Annan and Maria rushed to the camp with doubts about "who is the person pretending to be Martin?"

Martin, who was previously "a relative of a certain big shot", transformed into a "ranger with superb skills" and was being entertained by the city guards.

Annan stared at Martin who stood up when he saw him coming. He held the amulet and asked quickly: "What did you say to me the day we first met?"

"I don't know," Martin said meekly.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Martin was still Martin.

So what happened is true?

This is even more incredible than Martin not being Martin...

"I didn't know you could use a bow and arrow."

"I don't know either."

"What?" Annan didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Uncle Hollin taught me."

Annan knew that Uncle Hollin knew how to hunt, but according to him, it was ten years ago, which meant that Martin was less than ten years old when he last used a bow and arrow... Could it be that Martin was a genius?

Although the words Martin and genius are not closely related, what if he really has the talent of a ranger...

With some strange expectations, Annan temporarily put aside the identity of the spy and let Martin perform it again.

Someone brought a bow and arrow, and Annan asked him, "Are you a city guard?"

"No, sir, the city guard is there..."

The soldier pointed at the city guard who was sitting beside him in a daze.

"What's up with him?"

"The city guard almost went crazy when he heard that the spies answered the correct password..."

The city guard was so frightened that he thought Martin had killed more than a dozen friendly soldiers.

"I can understand." Annan said empathetically.

If Martin suddenly came to the city lord's mansion one day and said that he had caught a spy, he would also have to wonder if Martin had captured the Freedom Blade.

After taking the bow and arrow, Annan suddenly remembered something: "Is this bow Martin used before?"

"no."

"Change to the one you used before and get another apple."

The soldier looked back at the city guard and looked embarrassed: "We have no fruit..."

"Then bring a target."

In order to prevent his fragile dream from being shattered, Annan even asked Martin to return to the watchtower and place the target on the blood-stained snow, trying to recreate the previous scene.

Annan and Maria followed and stood on the guard tower, asking the soldiers to stand far away, and said to Martin with encouragement: "Try it."

Martin pursed his lips, nocked an arrow, opened his bow, and aimed at the target next to the torch.

The snowy wind howled, obscuring my vision. At a certain moment, it seemed that there was a gap between the changes in the wind and snow. Martin, who was holding his breath, seized this momentary opportunity and let go of his hand.

call out--

The arrow disappeared into the wind and snow, followed by a scream from the target.

Hit!

Annan thought excitedly. Aunt Susan would be extremely happy to know - wait a minute, the target will scream?

He leaned to the guardrail and looked down. There was a faint scream coming from the darkness: "I surrender! I am a spy sent by the Purification Court. Give me treatment quickly. I don't want to die -"

He was a spy who had been arranged by the Purification Court to enter the camp in advance, and was planning to cooperate with his accomplices inside and outside. Unexpectedly, he had been discovered... He actually foolishly moved closer...

"What!?" Annan was shocked.

In this way, Martin once again found a spy.

Facing the lucky Martin, Annan could only convince himself that "Goddess of Luck glanced at Martin for some reason".

Annan even wanted the city guards to stand in a row and let Martin shoot. Whoever he shot would be a spy, but it was too childish to take the lives of the soldiers in this way.

So until I find out why...

"You are not allowed to use bows and arrows anymore." Annan pointed at Martin and said.

"You don't even want to compliment me on a job well done," Martin complained dissatisfiedly.

"Hey... you did a good job. I'll take you back to Liberty City and let Aunt Susan reward you."

Annan said as he opened the portal: "Go back quickly."

"I, don't, want to!"

"No, it's too dangerous here."

"Martin can protect himself." Martin waved his bow and arrow.

"I don't--"

"Take him with you." Maria suddenly said, "Maybe he can bring unexpected surprises."

Annan looked sideways: "Do you know what's going on?"

"I can vaguely guess... Have you heard of the Son of the North?"

Annan shook his head.

"North what?" Martin asked in a muffled voice.

"Son of the North." Marita said it again.

"Son of what?"

"...Son of the North is an ancient legend in the North. It is said that some people are born with the protection of the North, and everything they do is extremely smooth..."

"You also said it is a legend."

"The Stern clan did find something about the legend..."

Annan wanted to say that this was too unscientific, but this is the world of magic...

He tried to say to Martin: "I order you to develop an improved magic gunpowder."

"What is magic gunpowder?"

"This kind of protection is just to avoid danger..." Maria added.

"Okay, let Martin follow us first." Annan closed the portal.

Son of the North...

When Annan was suspicious of Martin, the city guard officer who had recovered his mood ran up and asked when the interrogation would start.

I almost forgot the business.

"I'll go now." Annan said.