"Uh......"

Anello opened his mouth in disbelief, saliva and tears sliding down his cheeks, and only a hoarse voice of pain.

The elites did not stop attacking for a moment, and took advantage of the fact that Anello was besieged and unable to dodge, and accurately stabbed his calf abdomen with ice spikes, and the cold biting magic made Anello feel as if his calf had been cut off, and he lost consciousness.

His head was pressed to the ground by a pair of large hands, and several others began to stab ice spikes into his hands and feet one by one, piercing his shoulder collars and trousers, and the blood immediately soaked his dark gray coat and condensed into ice in an instant.

You can almost only feel the pain for a moment before losing consciousness, the cold horror touch almost triggering an instinctive scream from Anello.

Eventually, his body gradually lost sensation, the blood on his face faded and became pale as paper, and he could only watch stiffly as this happened, unable to make any resistance.

Even if his limbs were cut off at this time, I am afraid that there would be no pain.

The Demon King's guards in the province calmly restrained Anello and completed their mission.

Even if the Holy Son and Holy Maiden of other bishops dared to take the initiative to make trouble in the city-state, and easily took the initiative to enter this room full of forbidden enchantments imposed on mages, and was besieged and hunted by a group of well-coordinated warriors, even if it was already the peak of the sixth order, there was no room for maneuver.

"You ...... You ......"

Agnèno fell to the ground, looking ahead with difficulty.

The Viscount of Chiston in front of him seemed to have changed, and he stood there, looking coldly at Anello, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

Numb, cold, and angry, the weakened Anello still didn't give up.

His voice became hoarse, and he still shouted angrily, "I'm Anello!" He is the Son of Death of the Resurrected Church! Viscount Chingston, do you know what you're doing?!! ”

He swore that no matter what, he would definitely send the border nobles to death!

"Son of Silence? That's amazing. You go on, I'm listening. ”

Chiston didn't seem to care about Agnero's threat in the slightest, and nodded, as if he were perfunctory to an angry child.

"Viscount Chenston! You're in trouble! You're committing a crime!! Will be tried by the Imperial Military Court!! ”

Although Anello's body was badly damaged, his spirit did not collapse.

He continued to try to threaten Viscount Censton in various ways, but Viscount Chindton just sneered and didn't take him seriously at all.

"Court-martial, you know that."

Viscount Chingston laughed, and even the provincial elite who had restrained Anello on the side showed a sarcastic sneer.

A ghost party also dares to die ducks with a hard mouth, and scares them here.

"Are you crazy? Loren is here, Loren is here in the Northern Continent!! I have to get in touch with the Imperial Capital of Herrom!! ”

Anello's words began to choke with his cough, each shouting draining his life force.

Feeling a breakdown in his mind, Anello finally understood the stupidity and absurdity of this group of snowy nobles.

Coming here, they may even dare to kill the emperor.

But Viscount Chingston's gaze was unwavering, and his eyes flashed with pity, even the eyes of the other elites were quite similar.

Viscount Chiston did not change his attitude as Agnero expected, he looked at Anello, who had already been captured, shook his head and laughed: "It's ridiculous, a 'Son of Silence' is crying and begging here, you are really crazy." ”

The atmosphere of the whole office was made even more eerie and heavy by the words of Viscount Chingston, which was no longer a governor's office, but an isolation ward of a mental hospital.

Anello tried to calm his almost broken emotions, but he could barely do so.

Agnero's shouts and struggles became the only voices in the room, a stark break from Viscount Censton's sneer, a scene that was a cycle of death, the more Anello tried to prove himself, the more Viscount Censton regarded him as mentally ill.

It also made Anello feel desperate like never before.

He could not escape this fate of being misunderstood and ridiculed, and the truth he knew enough to alarm the Empire became meaningless to these snowy people.

He suddenly realized.

Viscount Chenston's eyes, movements, and smile revealed something strange that he had never seen before.

This province – or more accurately, the Governor's Palace – is very different from the outside world, and every detail, every word, every communication gives him a sense of alienation, as if he had crossed a parallel time and space, in a completely different nightmare space.

Hanging by the desk, on the other end of the microphone in mid-air, the strange communication that chilled Anello's heart continued, making a faint sizzling sound, becoming a distant echo.

"Viscount, it seems that everything is going well."

The voice on the other end of the microphone came again.

"Report to the Governor, a set of sixth-order forbidden magic nails have been driven into the criminal's body according to the specifications."

Chingston said, looking at his desk.

Though there was no one behind his desk, he reverently reported the progress of the task as if to a transparent person sitting behind him.

At this moment, Anello was finally convinced that from the moment he entered the Governor's Palace, it was the person on the other side of the microphone who was controlling this group of people from the Snow Plains Province.

It's just that he can't understand what evil mind control spell the Great Priest Loren used to make the people of the Protos Empire so crazy that they lose their self to serve him!

"Move him five meters to the left so that he is facing the couch in the office."

From the microphone, Zizi's voice mingled with the man's gentle words.

Like a blunt knife, it slowly slashed Anello's heart and dignity.

"Yes."

Viscount Chingston responded.

Several elites immediately moved Anello on the ground to the front of the sofa in the governor's office.

"Anello, I didn't expect you to arrive at my governor's palace so soon, and I didn't have time to greet you in the first place."

The clear voice from the microphone echoed in the office, and every word seemed so calm and amiable.

Anello found it even more unbearable.

"But that's okay."

Until the sound in the microphone became more and more three-dimensional psychedelic and the outside of the room gradually began to superimpose the exact same voice.

Finally, two figures walked in at the door of the governor's office.

The lamp shone on the two of them, like a brilliant streamer.

Ranchi's suit and coat fluttered in the wind, his deep eyes seemed to be smiling and thinking, he held communication magic in his left hand and a black kitten in the other, his long black tail delicately coiled around his wrist.

When he and Sid entered the office, they sat down on their couch as if their master had returned to his mansion, looking at Anello as he lay on the ground.

"Agnero-san, I believe that all encounters are reunions after a long absence."

Anello heard Lanchi's calm voice, and his heart beat like a cave of ice.

He looked up tremblingly, and met the eyes that were still graceful, green as the clearest lake in spring.

Even though the man had changed his appearance and brown hair at this moment, his eyes and voice had not changed from beginning to end.

It was this man who had given him a short period of redemption before, and now it has become a nightmare that he cannot escape.

There is another chapter later

(End of chapter)