Chapter 259: Vasily Manning (1/2)
Chapter 259: Vasily Manning
Annan still put iron gloves on “the Father” as a securitya ritualist
No one knehat bizarre rituals they had ht launch a sudden attack with some odd items
There was a solution to this proble the ritualist was the “iron gloves”
It worked similarly to handcuffs but with an additional iron that fixed the joints in its place The knuckles of the iron glove were slightly bent, neither touching nor co each other In the end, the prisoner couldn’t stretch out his fingers
This posture contradicted what a ritual required Since the handcuffs locked their wrists, their fingers couldn’t move freely
Only a restraint like this could halt any plans a ritualist secretly harbored
Of course, the easier and safer as to chop off their hands and cut their tongues
But Annan wasn’t going to do that
He had some use for the ritualist
Annan sat opposite the ritualist
“The Father” had his hands restrained, sitting at the dining table with Annan
The chef had already prepared dinner for Annan
Annan politely poured a glass of wine for the two of them, but the ritualist didn’t see the food and drinks
The Father acted naturally and sat quietly opposite Annan in the face of a kind treatment
“I think you probably knoho I am” Annan took a bite of the roast and stared at the old ritualist, “You knohat I hness Annan” The Father lowered his head and replied softly, “I saw you a few ti was I?” Annan asked rhetorically He narrowed his eyes slightly as if a little displeased But in reality, he was probing the ritualist
The old ritualist didn’t look up at Annan but continued to answer, “I think it’s about when you were 6 years old… and when you were 8 years old, weafter that, I came to Noah After that, I’hter of the Storm’ by mail”
Annan was silent and made a quick calculation in his mind
This body of Annan Austere-Winter was 14 years old this year Maria participated in Michelangelo’s ritual five years ago
It’s probably after that event…
Oh, that’s great
It’s better that he doesn’t know much about me
“Maria…” Annan’s expression was a little complicated, but he hesitated to speak
He looked at the old ritualist and said slowly, “How do you viewof Wolves…” The Father paused for a while and then said gently, “The only heir to the Dragon Throne”
Sure enough, he knows a lot Annan caht, but he didn’t show it on his face
He frowned slightly and looked at the old ritualist seriously, “That’s not what Ito say”
As for what it is?
Oh, I don’t know myself
AnnanAnnan’s words, the old ritualist was startled
He raised his head as if it was his first ti the future Grand Duke and scrutinized Annan
Annan looked straight into the old ritualist’s eyes without fear
After a while, the old ritualist gradually withdrew his gaze and lowered his gaze again
“I thought you had given up already” The old ritualist muttered softly
But Annan didn’t respond to it