Annan could clearly feel that Sumarokov Melvin's body was trembling slightly.

"What are you afraid of, Lord Melvin?"

Annan turned his head, looked at Sumarokov with his peripheral vision, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I will make a special trip to take you home next. I will never lie about this kind of thing.

"Or are you afraid of your own home?"

"No, no, no, how is it possible..."

Sumarokov smiled sarcastically.

But his rebuttal was so feeble.

Annan chuckled and said: "It's reasonable for you to be afraid. After all, you are just a puppet.

"With your family's style, just knowing the secrets about the Death Chrysalis and the Living Skeleton will be bound by someone to keep it secret. And your status is much more important than that kind of consumable. You can contact other families.

The higher-ups can have more reasonable access to bishops and even the pope.

"If I don't put a curse on you, how can the [God on earth] rest assured?"

"how do you know"

Sumarokov's pupils trembled and he exclaimed.

He suddenly paused mid-sentence, his eyes showing even greater fear and panic: "Did you see it in my mind?"

"Sooner than that."

Annan sneered: "You don't think that I really abandoned the entire Principality of Winter without any reason and let you make trouble for Dmitri, do you?

"Why did I leave at that moment? Why did I come back at this time? You really can't guess what I was thinking...or do you know it in your heart, but you still can't help it?"

First, he disappeared inexplicably for a period of time. More than two months ago, a wave of Hands of Winter was mobilized to the United Kingdom. After returning from the Hands of Winter, various forces continued to send people to the United Kingdom to inquire, and the final information they obtained was that Archduke Annan was

Entered the underground city.

Since then, there has been no news.

Although at first, these rebels in the cold winter always doubted whether this was a fishing trap...

But as time passed, they became more and more restless:

Because if Annan really loses contact with Winter and he cannot come back in a short time, then now is the best time to support Gryaznuha's rise to power!

Once Annan returns, they must confront the Hand of Winter if they want to launch a coup again.

There is no need for the old grandmother to be afraid... because Gryaznuha himself is also recognized as a "winter" by the old grandmother. The only problem is that they do not have the Three Sirens in their hands.

This scepter symbolizes the supreme power of the Principality of Winter.

Not because of its shape, but because of its identity as a "great-level cursed object".

This means that imitation is also invalid.

If Annan leaves the Three Siren in the Principality of Winter, then they will not hesitate to start a coup. They indeed have a "Winter" who can hold the Three Siren.

but none.

Not only had Annan thought of this a long time ago, but he simply wanted to carry a great magic weapon with him. When he left the cold winter, he actually took this national treasure abroad.

Didn't he ever think that it might be lost abroad?

As a result, because of Annan's behavior, they began to wonder if Annan was fishing.

They were obsessed with this, so they never took action.

But the longer it goes on, the more panicked they become.

Finally, they couldn't bear it anymore and decided to take action.

And just at this moment, Annan came back.

"Except for the fact that 'Gryaznuha' is still alive, I didn't get any useful new information from your mind. Because I already knew everything... from the other Melvin's mind. That's

A girl named Euphemia who gave up her surname."

Annan said with a smile: "I knew you had disobedience from the very beginning. Even from the last time I visited Noah and before dealing with the Northland Alliance, I have been eyeing your family.

"Or……"

He reached out and grabbed Earl Melvin's shoulder: "Are you still lucky?"

Chains of light emerged from his cuffs and tied Earl Melvin tightly in the blink of an eye. The chain looked very strong and loose, just like a leash for walking a dog.

Very polite.

"It's so..."

Was it a conspiracy from the beginning?

The fact that there was a traitor in his family who betrayed Melvin's name made Sumarokov Melvin feel cold all over.

Sumarokov did know the rebel named Euphemia.

In terms of seniority... she is considered his niece.

"That rebel!"

Sumarokov gritted his teeth: "She was not grateful for not turning her into a death pupa."

"I prefer to call it, turning from darkness to light."

Annan sighed: "Of course, objectively speaking, she is not a born saint. Nor is she a good person in the strict sense... She is just an ordinary person, a normal person who wants to live and not be reduced to a prop.

people.

"If she had been elected as an elder, instead of being a victim of marriage, the material of a death chrysalis or a living corpse, if she had not suffered from the fear that life was worse than death every day, maybe she would not have left the Melvin family.

Maybe he won't choose the so-called "abandoning the darkness and turning to the light". Instead, he will enjoy the power he has.

"But there's no 'what if'."

"People are forced out. The turbid light can force people into the darkness, and the filth of darkness can also force people back into the light."

Annan said quietly: "The fact that this kind of rebellion can be born in the family just shows how unbearable this darkness is."

"Your Majesty, the ceremony is ready."

At this moment, Jacob's voice sounded: "The transmission location has been locked."

"Direct transmission."

Annan ordered.

"yes."

Jacob agreed.

As he removed the curtain covering the mirror, the same candles were reflected in many mirrors of different sizes surrounding the newly renovated "Teleport Hall" of the Grand Duke's Palace.

There were thirteen candles of different sizes and thicknesses.

They are respectively attached to thirteen copper rings, forming thirteen concentric rings. When the rings are turned to different scales, they are like a complex compass, anchoring specific positions.

Countless candles are reflected in countless mirrors.

Under the reflection of many mirrors, they turned into an ocean of light.

The figures of Annan and Sumarokov Melvin gradually became blurred in this sea of ​​light.

This was also the first time that Annan experienced teleportation clearly. He did not fall into coma during the teleportation process, but remained awake throughout the entire process.

"It turns out that the principle of teleportation is like this..."

Annan thought to himself: "In this case, it seems that I can also build my own teleportation ritual... No, Tianche originally has a teleportation ritual. Then I may be able to optimize this ritual..."

And precisely because of his sobriety, before landing, Annan noticed that there were many people at the place where they teleported. They were all waiting quietly.

Have you been waiting for me here for a long time?

There is no way they could use prophecy magic to track the crane.

That should be some kind of curse mark engraved on Count Melvin's body that even Annan didn't notice... that could locate his distance.

So Annan did not hesitate.

At the moment of appearance, he summoned his noble false body

as expected.

Melvin's family residence was surrounded by people on three floors and three floors outside.

But there is a wonder here.

That is, apart from old men and women in their sixties and seventies, there are also young people in their teens and early twenties. Except for Earl Melvin, there seem to be few young and middle-aged people here.

And all "Melvins" have colorful hair: black, brown, red, white, pink, green...

Their hairstyles also look quite "fashionable", to the extent that they wouldn't feel out of place even if they went to the Night City next door. For this world, it is obviously an art that is too early.

All of them looked at Annan and Earl Melvin in silence with expressionless faces.

An overly quiet atmosphere will remind people of dolls and rag dolls in toy stores after nightfall.

Their mere presence fills the surrounding air with an abnormal and weird atmosphere.

Earl Melvin's face had turned pale.

The titular patriarch trembled and shouted loudly: "Everyone, listen! This is a trap from the beginning."

"You are no longer pure."
To be continued...