Chapter 259 Vasily Manning

For the sake of safety, Annan still put iron gloves on "Dad".

This is a special way of imprisoning the ritualist.

No one knows what bizarre rituals they have mastered... and maybe they will use some odds and ends to suddenly attack.

But if there is a problem, there is a solution.

The tool specifically aimed at ritualists is the "iron glove".

It is similar to handcuffs, but in front of the handcuffs is an iron glove with a fully fixed joint. The knuckles of the iron glove are slightly bent, neither touching nor completely facing each other, not even extending the fingers.

This posture does not meet the needs of all rituals... and their wrists are locked by handcuffs, so the movements of the ten fingers cannot be changed at all.

Only by controlling it with such props can the ritualist's actions be completely blocked.

- Of course, the simpler and safer way is to chop off their hands and cut their tongues.

But Annan wasn't going to do that.

Because of this ritualist, he seems to be able to use it...

Annan was sitting opposite the old ceremony teacher. "Dad" was keeping his hands locked and sat at the dining table with Annan.

The chef has already prepared dinner for Annan.

Annan politely poured a glass of wine for each of them - but the other party had absolutely no hands to drink and eat.

But in the face of such treatment, "Father" didn't have anything unusual, just sat quietly opposite Annan.

"I think you probably know me."

Annan took a bite of the barbecue and looked at the old ritualist: "You know what I mean."

"That's natural, Your Highness Annan."

"Dad" lowered his head and replied softly, "I saw you a few times when you were young."

"How small?"

Annan asked back.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if a little unhappy.

——But in fact, Annan is talking in clichés.

The old spellcaster didn't look up at Annan, but continued to answer: "About when you were six years old... and eight years old, I saw each other once. Not long after that, I came to Noah. After that There is only some correspondence between Lord 'Storm Daughter'."

Annan was silent and made a quick calculation in his heart.

The body of Annan Lindong is fourteen years old this year. And Maria participated in Michelangelo's ceremony five years ago.

Almost after that...

Oh, that's alright.

Seeing less is a good thing.

"Maria..."

Annan's expression was a bit complicated, but he hesitated.

He looked at the old ritualist and slowly said, "What do you think of me?"

"You will be our future grand duke, the king of wolves..."

"Dad" paused for a while, then said gently: "The only heir to the Dragon Throne."

... Sure enough, he knew a lot.

Annan was thoughtful.

But it didn't show on his face.

He just frowned slightly and looked at the old ritualist seriously: "I'm not talking about this...you know."

As for what to know?

Oh, I don't know it myself.

Annan muttered to himself silently.

But hearing Annan's words, the old ritualist was startled.

He raised his head, looking at Annan carefully as if seeing the future Grand Duke for the first time.

And Annan looked directly into his eyes without fear.

After a while, the old ritualist gradually withdrew his gaze and lowered his gaze again.

"I thought you gave up."

he said in a low voice.

But Annan did not respond.

Seeing that there was no answer, the old ritualist sighed and said, "It seems that you have succeeded.

"It is indeed a reversal of the inscription... I can feel that the curse of the Heart of Winter has indeed been resolved by you, and your method is correct, Your Highness."

"correct……"

Annan murmured and repeated, shaking his head gently, as if denying something silently.

There was a complex light in his eyes, and he sighed slowly and heavily.

The old ritualist who raised his head just saw this scene.

He could only comfortably say, "You are indeed right - and the year you went to find Lady Silence, didn't you just avoid that catastrophe? It's all destiny."

"...More details."

Annan was silent for a while and replied in a low voice.

And the old ritualist also obeyed and persuaded in a low voice: "I think you should have heard it more or less... In the last year, there have been many disasters in the winter. I don't know if you know... …Two months ago, the rot found him again. He's still here for you.

"At that time, the old grandmother was still in the Dragon's Sleep. Her Royal Highness Maria was still practicing in Storm Bluff, and Her Highness Dmitri was studying in the White Tower of Howling Wind. The only one in the throne room was your father..."

"Father he..."

Annan's voice trembled slightly.

The old ceremony teacher was silent for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "His current state, Grand Duke, is not very good. If you have the opportunity, I still hope that you can go back to see him... Sorry, Your Highness. In my capacity, I shouldn't have said that. Just—"

"I can understand."

Annan nodded slightly and replied in a low voice.

According to the information he found, although Ivan Winter was a strict father, he was a very good monarch. He was known for his justice and frugality, and although he was a grand duke, he lived and ate with the people. In the Principality of Winter, where there is very little food, he never wastes and wastes food.

Among the people, Ivan's reputation is very high.

It is normal for the old ceremony teacher to have such thoughts.

"And after that?"

Annan asked.

The old man was silent for a while, and then replied: "I don't know what happened after that. Shortly after that, Lin Dong completely blocked the news. But as far as I know, the rotman took a thirteen-year-old child at that time. , and forced him to jump into the Black Sea.

"I think that should be your stand-in... After all, you left Winter Winter a year ago. Few people know about this."

What, I left Winter a year ago?

Annan frowned slightly, and then his eyebrows gradually relaxed.

It turns out that Annan's reversal inscription was engraved by Lady Silence herself.

Judging from these words, it should be that the young Annan ran away from home and planned to find Lady Silent by himself, requesting to reverse the inscription to resolve the curse from the Heart of Winter.

But the position he was lying on when he woke up did seem to be floating over from the other side of the Black Sea... A few days ago, when the rotten met Annan, he did admit that it was He who pushed Annan into the Black Sea. He cannot admit the wrong person.

...Could it be that at that time, Annan quietly returned to the capital of winter. But then it was discovered by the rotman who followed... and thrown into the sea?

Annan realized what details.

If it is said that even "Father" doesn't know that he has returned to the Principality of Winter... that means that most people probably don't know. The matter of returning to China should be kept secret.

But the rotten knew, and knew it very early.

--This shows what?

"I want to know... more about Maria."

Annan asked in a low voice, "Also, what should I call you? Just call you 'father'?"

"I can't help it... If Her Royal Highness Maria found out, she would have skinned me."

The old ritualist smiled wryly and shook his head again and again: "Just call me by my name. I'm Vasily Manning, you can just call me Vasily or Old Vasily."

"...Manning?"

Annan repeated slowly.

He had a vague impression of this surname...

Vasili nodded: "You must know my brother.

"He's Merlin Manning, who used to be the index finger of the right hand. He's my brother."