Super Righteous Player
Chapter 761 - 302 Winter Reverser Vladimir_1

Chapter 761: Chapter 302 Winter Reverser Vladimir_1

...So that’s how it is.

Annan quickly caught on.

It was probably because Selicia had already sworn allegiance to Annan and was subordinated to him.

Therefore, after he had said to her, "If you deceive me, it will be tantamount to betraying my trust in you," the "Angel’s Left Eye," which traced and located traitors, had started to take effect on Selicia’s words.

Although he had learned unexpected information through the Curse Binding, Annan did not make it known.

He simply shook his head slowly, adopting the posture of someone who had seen through the other’s lies, and said composedly,

"I think you have yet to recognize the current situation... Since you’re lacking in sincerity now, why don’t you cool down in the dungeon for a while, Selicia?"

Annan announced slowly.

He paused with his scepter, signaling Zoya to initiate the second contingency plan.

Understanding his intent, Zoya stepped forward, removed Selicia’s vessel... and handcuffed her with heavy iron cuffs.

She remained vigilant, ready to counterattack at any moment.

But Selicia did not struggle at all.

She did not suddenly attack Zoya... she did not even spare her removed vessel an extra glance.

Selicia just wilted all at once.

Like a captivating flower suddenly withering, she lost all vitality and vigor.

Without a word, Zoya simply signaled for two Hands of Winter to take Selicia to the dungeon.

The Hands of Winter, facing their former colleague and traitor, offered no rebuke, no insult, no beating, no interrogation. They completely abided by the orders of the "Ten Fingers" and the Duke, not allowing any personal feelings to permeate the task at hand.

This was the code by which the Hands of Winter operated—turning themselves into tools, freezing their hearts. Only the Ten Fingers connect to the heart... only the "Ten Fingers" and the "heart" had the right to "think."

The Hands of Winter had gradually begun to forget this mission.

It was precisely because of the rebellion that Selicia had incited years ago that they had recalled this mission.

Selicia, of course, knew this—if she did not resist, these two Hands of Winter wouldn’t even glance at her. They didn’t even restrain her; one of them simply pressed down on one of her shoulders.

Soon after, she was locked up by two people in the Duke’s mansion dungeon.

Although it was a dungeon, it was relatively clean and not damp.

The dungeon was devoid of chairs, beds... and even torture devices, only having a floor made of refined steel. It was exceptionally cold, cold enough to make one’s feet go numb.

And the chill was continuously creeping up through the steel plates.

Selicia didn’t say a word, skillfully standing in a corner, leaning against the wall.

If she squatted, it wouldn’t take long before her knees would start to creak and she would struggle to stand up. The correct approach was to neither sit nor squat but to walk a few steps after a while, shaking off the chill from her body.

...She was all too familiar with this place.

When she made mistakes in the past, she would always be locked up here.

One level down from here was where the "Wolf’s Kiss Ceremony" took place. The Hands of Winter responsible for watching the dungeon outside were leading the Frost Beasts.

This was also for the convenience of using Frost Beasts to interrogate the prisoners... merely leading a Frost Beast around the dungeon was enough to drain away all positive emotions from the prisoner.

It was like being gnawed on by a Dementor.

Without positive emotions to resist, it was much easier to break the prisoner’s mental defenses during interrogation—with the Hands of Winter’s standard-issue Spell of Disabling, which could freeze one’s consciousness, combined with the Soul Snatching Spell, a lot of information could be easily extracted.

However, using such methods would cause some damage to the psyche.

Frost Beast combined with Spell of Disabling, plus the Soul Snatching Spell... the continuous use could indeed destroy mental defenses, but it would also leave a huge psychological shadow. Given her sensitive status, the Duke Annan would not resort to such crude methods on her.

Selicia had not given up.

She was just contemplating... how to weave a delicate lie.

A lie sophisticated enough to deceive Annan.

"Huff..."

Selicia let out a deep breath, and frost condensed in front of her.

She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion.

She always felt like the air was gradually getting colder...

"—Solomonik."

A low and cold voice wafted in from outside.

Even though she hadn’t heard it for a long time,

Selicia would never forget that voice.

"—Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!!"

Her eyes suddenly sparkled with light, and she quickly left the corner of the wall, leaping joyfully to the jail door in a couple of strides, like a puppy that had been away from home for a long time, scratching and yapping loudly by the door upon its return.

She eagerly reached out and took hold of the jail door.

The chains of the handcuffs clashed against the metal of the jail door, making a crisp sound.

The moment the jail door felt pressure, a barrier activated.

An alarm sounded abruptly.

But Selicia couldn’t care less at that moment.

At that instant, she did wonder...

How could her teacher possibly be here? Could this be some kind of illusion? Was this some sort of hallucination? Or was she in the middle of a dream?

The voice she heard might be fake.

Yet, the emotions surging in her heart were definitely not false—

Finally, she saw that person.

He looked slightly different from her memories.

It was a serious-faced old man with a face covered in scars like centipedes. The older scars had faded to nothing but indented marks, while the new ones were still cracked and bleeding.

His visage was like that of a pirate, marked by terrifying wounds that were menacing enough to distract attention at first glance—but his pupils, which held shades of light blue, deep blue, purple, yellow... like moonstones with strange, shifting colors, captivated all the attention immediately.

He wore a pure white coat, his strong body even making the shoulders of the coat bulge out, giving the impression of a naval figure.

Despite the considerable changes in his appearance and the absence of the "Decemvirate" rings, he was still holding that staff... the one that gave young Solomonik a feeling of "home," akin to a collar-shaped magic staff.

The old man calmly watched the exquisitely beautiful girl locked in the dungeon.

She gazed at him with longing, desiring affirmation and touch.

But still, there was not a hint of emotion in his pupils.

Everything was as it had been in the old days.

He looked at Selicia just like he used to look at that freckled and hunched, frail boy.

"It’s me, Solomonik,"

the old man said slowly, stepping forward.

And at that moment, Selicia, still immersed in the joy of reunion, suddenly realized: "Teacher! Annan is right above us, and the Hands of Winter are all there... Lord Zoya and Lord Victor are there! And there are many other helpers, you... you should run away quickly..."

She hesitated for a moment but still wished that Vladimir would hurry and escape from there.

Although she didn’t know what Annan was up to, he definitely wanted to see Vladimir.

And she also knew the deepest secret Vladimir harbored must never be known.

—She was the custodian of that secret.

The only custodian... the most trusted confidant of Vladimir.

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