The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 96 Four Invitations

"We will keep our appointment on time."

Lorraine accepted the invitation.

To formally get to know each other?

It seems that Viscount Hermann thinks they are quite capable fighters and wants to recruit them as his subordinates.

I wonder what his expression will be when he finds out the identities of Anya and the others one day, and discovers that he actually tried to recruit a duke's daughter as his subordinate.

"Then I shall take my leave. I wish you both a pleasant day." Marcus bowed again and turned to leave the reception room.

He closed the door gently.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Lorraine opened the envelope, took out the invitation inside, glanced at it, and suddenly paused, her eyebrows unconsciously furrowing slightly.

"Four?"

"What, four cards?"

Eileen walked to the table, casually fiddled with the spellcasting materials, picked up a small bag of powder, rubbed it between her fingertips, and nodded slightly, saying, "These materials are of pretty good quality, better than ours. To be able to produce these in a place like this, it seems this Viscount is quite well-off."

Lorraine was too preoccupied with the materials at that moment.

He carefully examined the contents of each invitation and found that their four names were indeed written in ornate calligraphy.

Eileen, Anya, Lorraine, and Piper were present, but Raine, who never left the temple, was missing.

But Viscount Hermann only saw the three of them in the sewers last night; Piper didn't participate in the operation at all.

In just one night, Herman had already found out the name of the half-man and the relationship between them.

It was because Piper had left an impression on him when he went to the city that he was able to find out his name by following the clues.

Or perhaps it was through that dwarf instructor?

However, that was found for him through Anya's connections. If that's the case, then this viscount's influence is far too great.

First, they gave them extra rewards, and then they demonstrated their strength by sending an additional invitation.

Using both carrot and stick approach? — Interesting.

"This viscount really likes to show off his strength in the details."

Lorraine refolded the invitations and put them back into the envelopes. She put her own and Piper's invitations back into her pouch and handed the other two to Eileen.

Eileen took the invitation, not even bothering to glance at it, and stuffed it into the pocket of her mage robe, saying, "A brute can't govern a territory well. Hurry up and pack your things, go see Anya."

Lorraine nodded.

He put the materials and gold coins on the table back into his leather trunk, closed the clasp again, and suddenly asked a question that he had been pondering for a long time: "By the way... why isn't Viscount Hermann called Viscount Frostgrain? Isn't he the owner of this territory? Shouldn't he be referring to his title according to the fiefdom he owns?"

Eileen sighed softly, about to mock him for knowing nothing, but then realized that this really seemed to be his blind spot. She said, "What this world has in abundance is all sorts of strange and eccentric nobles."

As she spoke, she remembered something interesting, raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "For example, the Earl of Plantagenet that we mentioned before, the title has been used for several generations simply because my great-grandfather liked to wear a plantagenet in his hair."

This was originally a nickname used by their political enemies to mock them, but this Earl of Plantagenet actually quite liked it. He said it made him seem sophisticated, which is utterly incomprehensible.

Nobles are truly a diverse bunch.

Lorraine shook her head and pushed open the door.

The two men left the reception room and stopped a young priest in the corridor, asking for directions to the sanatorium.

"Ah! Good morning! Are you the two adventurers from last night?"

The young priest, carrying a large stack of parchment scrolls, was unusually excited when he saw them: "The priest on night duty last night told us that you two helped Pastor Anya deal with a ghoul in the sewers. It was a ghoul!"

You three managed to handle it? That's amazing! The deacon mentioned this morning during morning prayers that without you two, countless civilians would have suffered this disaster...

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Lorraine felt a little embarrassed by his string of compliments, and subconsciously touched her nose, feeling her ears getting a little hot.

"It's not that exaggerated. Anya also contributed a lot. Without her, we wouldn't have been able to find those ghouls. We just did what we were supposed to do," he said.

Now he finally understood how Eileen usually blushed.

"Of course! The priests worked half the night to clean the poison off Pastor Anya. If you hadn't brought her in time, she might not have made it back to the temple alive. Oh, Lord of the Dawn!"

The young priest seemed to realize he had gotten a little too excited. He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and stepped in front of the two to lead the way.

"I'm sorry, I was rude... It was my fault."

I just feel... it's truly a blessing from the Lord of Dawn to meet an adventurer like you.

I am Elliot, a novice monk. I usually spend my time copying scriptures in the archives and rarely have the opportunity to meet real adventurers.

"Hello, hello, just call me Lorraine."

Lorraine could even feel Eileen's burning gaze behind her. That girl knew perfectly well that she was feeling uncomfortable being praised, but instead of helping her out, she just stood there watching the show.

Fortunately, the sanatorium is not far from the reception room.

"This is it."

Elliott stopped in front of a wooden door, catching his breath slightly. "Please enjoy your visit! If you need a guide, I'm in the archives; feel free to come anytime!"

Elliott bowed deeply while holding the stack of parchments, almost knocking the top one off. He quickly steadied himself, then staggered away.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Eileen reached out and gently patted Lorraine's coat collar, teasingly saying, "Adventurer...you're really something!"

"Shut up!"

Lorraine pursed her lips, pushed her head away, and gently knocked on the door, saying, "Anya, we're here."

"Please come in."

Anya's familiar, gentle voice came from inside.

Lorraine pushed open the door.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the windows of the sanatorium, bathing Anya in a tranquil and gentle atmosphere.

She was wearing a white hospital gown, and her injured arm was wrapped in bandages and hung on her chest, but her complexion had become much rosier, and she looked quite energetic.

The priests' healing spells were indeed remarkably effective.

Raine sat on a wooden chair next to the hospital bed. He had finally taken off his full plate armor and was only wearing a simple cotton coat.

He was leaning back in his chair, head slightly drooping, emitting a soft snore.