The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 126: Innate Talent

“Don Juan.”

Salvatore asked with some uncertainty, “Are you getting stronger again?”

“Your perception is quite sharp, senior.”

Annan smiled and leaned on the door, “Purifying nightmares will help you become stronger.”

“That’s true.”

Salvatore recalled the nightmare he had entered and nodded with a lingering fear, “But if I can, I still don’t want to enter the nightmare.”

“I appreciate the honesty.” Annan shrugged.

Salvatore had a rare honesty. Though, this train of thought was quite rare.

On the other hand, Annan liked nightmares mainly because he wanted to experience the lives of others, which would give him a sense of pleasure in peering into the other’s fate.

“Quickly ask him – What is Gerald’s nightmare?”

The shadow’s deep and hoarse voice sounded from the bottom of Salvatore’s heart, “Maybe you can find the teacher’s information!”

This was not an unreasonable suggestion but merely a “reminder” of something Salvatore had forgotten.

Salvatore still had to think carefully about this suggestion. But he quickly made up his mind.

—It’s better not to ask.

If Don Juan wants to talk about it, he will definitely say it. If he doesn’t say it, he must have encountered something inconvenient to tell me.

So Salvatore changed the subject, “Do you have any arrangements for today? Do you need my help?”

“Yes and no,” Annan replied.

There were some arrangements.

Supposedly, Annan had to visit tax officer Nottdamm. This middle-aged man, who was about to get a son, asked Annan what he could do to repay Annan’s life-saving kindness last night.

Yet, Annan responded to Salvatore with a smile.

“Just treat me to a home-cooked meal.” He answered so briskly.

Annan didn’t need Nottdamm to do anything. On what Nottdamm could do, Annan didn’t need the help.

In other words, Nottdamm was of no utility value for Annan.

If the two didn’t know each other at all, Annan wouldn’t notice him because their worlds would not intersect.

But since the two met because of the common enemy – Old Viscount, Annan would not cut off the connection between the two.

Because in the process of helping others, Annan, who had a normal worldview, would also feel joy from the heart.

Just like their conversation when they were on the carriage, Annan would instinctively influence the others to have a favorable impression of him.

“Let others like him” was a natural talent for Annan, like breathing.

As long as he wanted to, everything would come naturally.

Reason? It was simple.

Animals had the instinct to feel their kins’ attitude vaguely.

Even if it might not be clear, one would subconsciously choose to be intimate or beware. This was not a problem that could be remedied in conversation skills.

A person with a malicious heart was, after all, a malicious person.

Annan was different. He did treat people with sincerity. Those with more sensitive instincts would trust Annan more.

Annan agreed with the common sense from the bottom of his heart: If you are a friend, then you should find a way to help him be happy and solve his troubles.

In this process, Annan would naturally win the trust of the other party.

This trust and favor was just an insignificant by-product for Annan.

Because Annan chose to do good, not based on material demands or seeking spiritual approval. It was not even the aversion to evil nor the resentment of evil.

Annan did his kindness unconditionally.

The only sin worth noting on Annan was his tendency to send wrong signals to other girls while not having a romantic interest.

Because of all the troubles around him, Annan always knew what was abnormal about him, and he even thought it was some sort of curse.

He only wanted to pursue a peaceful and comfortable life and didn’t make good use of his talent. This was his lazy heart that was afraid of trouble. Annan was still self-aware in some sense.

Nevertheless, for the former Annan, his side was unknowingly full of friends for both genders.

They all thought Annan was a creep, but they all wanted to be friends with Annan from the bottom of their hearts.

Annan could peer into the hearts of others, as well as himself. This also made Annan extremely sensitive to his actions:

Doing evil will make him feel guilty.

Doing good will make him happy.

…It was supposed to be like this.

But now, Annan lost half of his feelings.

Laziness and guilt disappear at the same time.

This made the harmless man dangerous.

Annan frankly thought this anomaly was commendable.

Praise the kindness; praise the sacredness so that you can be happy.

This is a beautiful trait that can be acknowledged with one’s chest raised.

Why avoid it?

Why should I be scared?

“His wife is about to give birth. I should send my blessings. It is naturally best for you to follow. The identity of the two of us is enough to send away the people he has offended before.”

Annan smiled and said, “Also, didn’t Nottdamm want to thank me? If he keeps our kindness in his heart, it may not be good for him in the long run. If he is an upright person valuing comradeship, then the previous matter will occupy his thoughts. Undoubtedly, it will affect his work and judgment. If he is petty-minded, the previous matter might incite him to turn against us.

“No matter what kind of person he is, if I go to see him as soon as possible, he will be happy.”

“Sure, he will think you value him very much.”

Seeing Annan’s incomparably clear eyes, Salvatore chuckled, “If it’s okay, can you take me with you?”

“Let’s go together. He will be happier.”

Annan nodded, “I will go to the police station when I finish eating. Grandpa Bishop will accompany me through more complicated power transfer procedures. You won’t like it. At that time, you can stay with him or come back and wait here.

Annan answered naturally, “We will go back to the Freezing Water Port at around three in the afternoon. We should be able to catch up with dinner. I mean your dinner. If you go to bed late, you naturally have to eat later, or you will be hungry after midnight.”

“No problem.” Salvatore responded quickly, “Wait for me to wash up.”

In fact, Salvatore was not the kind of person who believed everyone. He had twice the amount of intelligence of ordinary people. It was difficult for anyone to deceive him.

But it was so comfortable to get along with Annan.

Salvatore believes that Annan was a guy who “would be identified as a good person in any first encounter.”

If Annan were a mature and credible man, this strong personality charm would become a powerful leadership that was as warm as the sun.

But because of Annan’s current image, the good impression would turn into love and trust.

But the essence was the same.

Although Salvatore only knew Annan for a few days, he wanted to be friends with Annan from the bottom of his heart.