Chapter 351 Principal Lan: Master of Micromanipulation

"Uh..."

Agnello opened his mouth in disbelief, saliva and tears running down his cheeks, and he could only make hoarse sounds of pain.

The elite soldiers did not stop their attack for even a moment. While Agnello was under siege and unable to dodge, they accurately pierced his calf with ice spikes. The bone-chilling cold magic made Agnello feel as if his calf was cut off and he lost consciousness.

His head was pressed to the ground by a pair of large hands, and the others began to pierce his hands and feet one by one with ice spikes like hungry tigers, piercing his shoulders, collar and trousers. The blood immediately soaked his dark gray coat and froze into ice in an instant.

He could only feel the pain for a moment before losing consciousness. The horrible cold touch almost made Agnello scream instinctively.

Finally, his body gradually lost feeling and the color on his face gradually faded, turning as pale as paper. He could only watch it all happen stiffly, unable to offer any resistance.

Even if his limbs were cut off at this moment, he probably wouldn't feel any pain.

The provincial Demon King's guards calmly restrained Agnello and completed their mission.

Even if it was any other bishop's saint son or saint daughter who dared to cause trouble in the city-state and easily took the initiative to enter this room full of forbidden barriers against mages, and was besieged and hunted by a group of well-coordinated warriors, there would be no room for maneuver even if they were at the peak of the sixth level.

“You…you…”

Agnello lay on the ground, looking ahead with difficulty.

The expression of Viscount Kingston in front of him seemed to have changed. He stood there, looking at Agnello coldly, as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

His body was numb, cold, shocked and angry, but the weak Agnello still did not give up.

His voice became hoarse, but he still shouted angrily: "I am Agnello! The Son of Annihilation of the Church of Resurrection! Viscount Kingston, do you know what you are doing? ! ! "

He swore that no matter what, he would sentence this border noble family to death!

"Son of Nirvana? That's amazing. Keep talking. I'm listening."

Kingston seemed not to care about Agnello's threat at all and nodded as if he was just trying to appease an angry child.

"Viscount Kingston! You've gotten into big trouble! You're committing a crime! You'll be tried by the Imperial Military Court!"

Although Agnello's body was badly injured, his spirit was not broken.

He continued to try to threaten Viscount Kingston in various ways, but Viscount Kingston just sneered and did not take him seriously at all.

"Martial court, huh? You know something about this."

Viscount Kingston laughed, and even the provincial elite who were restraining Agnello laughed sarcastically.

A ghost party dares to be stubborn and scare them here.

"Are you crazy? Loren is here, Loren is coming to the Northern Continent!! I must contact the imperial capital Helrom!!"

Agnello's words began to choke as he coughed, each cry sapping his life force.

Agnello, who was gradually feeling mentally broken, finally understood the stupidity and absurdity of these snowfield nobles.

If they come here, they might even dare to kill the emperor.

But Viscount Kingston's gaze remained unwavering, with pity flashing in his eyes, and even the other elites had similar looks.

Viscount Kingston did not change his attitude as Agnello had expected. He looked at Agnello who had surrendered, shook his head and laughed: "How ridiculous! A 'Son of Nirvana' is crying and begging here. You really have gone crazy."

The atmosphere in the entire office became even more eerie and heavy because of Viscount Kingston's words. It was no longer a governor's office, but an isolation ward of a mental hospital.

Agnello tried to calm his shattered emotions but it was almost impossible.

Agnello's cries and struggles became the only sounds in the ward, and together with Viscount Kingston's sneer, they formed a vicious circle. The more Agnello tried to prove himself, the more Viscount Kingston regarded him as a mental patient.

It also made Agnello feel unprecedented despair.

He could never escape the fate of being misunderstood and ridiculed. The truth that he knew was enough to alarm the empire became meaningless in front of these snow people.

Agnello suddenly realized.

Viscount Kingston's eyes, movements and smile all revealed a strangeness he had never seen before.

This province - or more precisely, this Governor's Palace was completely different from the outside world. Every detail, every word, and every communication gave him a sense of alienation, as if he had crossed a parallel time and space and was in a completely different nightmare space.

On the other end of the microphone hanging in mid-air beside the desk, the strange communication that chilled Agnello's heart continued, making a faint crackling sound, becoming a distant echo.

"Viscount, it seems everything is going well."

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

"Reporting to the Governor, a set of sixth-level magic-suppressing nails have been driven into the criminal's body according to the specifications."

Kingston said, looking towards the desk.

Although there was no one behind the desk, he seemed to be reporting the progress of the task devoutly to an invisible person sitting behind him.

At this moment, Agnello 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 these people from the Snowfield Province.

But he couldn't understand what kind of evil mind control spell the High Priest Loren used to make the people of the Protoss Empire so crazy and lose themselves to serve him!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Move him five meters to the left so he's facing the sofa in the office."

From the microphone, a crackling sound mixed with the man's gentle words.

Like a blunt knife, it slowly cut into Agnello's soul and dignity.

"yes."

Viscount Kingston responded.

Several elite soldiers immediately moved Agnello from the ground to the front of the sofa in the Governor's office.

"Agnello, I didn't expect you to arrive at my Governor's Palace so soon. I didn't even have time to greet you right away."

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

Agnello found it even more unbearable.

"But it doesn't matter."

Until the sound in the microphone became more and more three-dimensional and psychedelic, the same voice gradually began to be superimposed outside the room.

Finally, two figures walked into the door of the Governor's office.

The light shone on the two of them, like a brilliant stream of light.

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

When he and Sid entered the office, they sat on their sofas like masters returning to their own mansions, looking at Agnello lying on the ground.

"Mr. Agnello, I believe that every encounter is a reunion after a long separation."

When Agnello heard Lanci's calm voice, his heart beat as if it was falling into an icy cave.

He raised his head tremblingly and met the pair of eyes that were still elegant and as green as the clearest lake in spring.

Even though the man has changed his appearance and has brown hair, his eyes and voice have never changed.

It was this man who had given him a brief moment of redemption before, but now once again became his nightmare from which he could not escape.

There is another chapter later

(End of this chapter)