Chapter 164

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Annan set off according to appointment.

Archduke Ivan originally wanted to give Annan a hand of winter, but Annan firmly refused.

Annan believes that the existence of the Hand of Winter will make Vasika Rasputin feel anxious and not be able to say what he really thinks.

It just so happens that Annan himself looks harmless and cute, while also having faint dragon features. It is possible that Wasika will be extremely contemptuous of Annan, or respect Annan, and this will reveal his own position.

But if you add the hand of winter, both of these possibilities will be gone.

This effectively became "a conversation under the watchful eye of Archduke Ivan". On the contrary, it will make the other party hide something... This is even more detrimental to the negotiation.

Annan is not afraid of his nonsense.

Betrayal can be detected in his left eye.

And the right lie itself will reveal more information.

Why would he lie? Why here? What does he care about? What is he trying to hide? What does he want me to think? How should I deal with him?

And...what floor is he on? And what floor should I be on?

As long as you can understand these things, the other party's lying behavior will reveal more information.

Although the only heir of the Principality went to the meeting alone, facing an extraordinary person and a grand ritualist of at least silver rank at the opponent's home court sounded too dangerous...

However, considering Annan's ability and the loyalty of the Rasputin family to the Winter family, Ivan finally agreed to Annan's plan.

Annan did not bring the wolf girl Doreen. Instead, she was temporarily placed in the Grand Duke's mansion...because her appearance was too similar to Bella, the betrayer back then, and she was also a werewolf. The other Hands of Winter were very dissatisfied with her existence.

But with Winter's Hand's loyalty to Winter and Winter's Hand's "silence" principle... even if they were hostile to Doreen, at least they wouldn't rush into Doreen's room and cut her down while Annan wasn't around. die.

Then let Doreen huddle in the room and shut herself up.

It was a good thing for her to be intimidated by the Hands of Winter and impress Doreen with their murderous aura.

Whether Annan wants to use these hands of winter to intimidate her, or use "swindlers and missionaries" to comfort her, it can achieve quite good results.

"'The Fourth Depletion Collection'... it's here."

Annan muttered.

This is exactly the address on the card.

He had already looked into it last night.

This is an art collection invested by the Rasputin family. Divided into inner and outer halls, the inner hall is not open to tourists and can only be entered with a one-time invitation letter or a special ID card.

——The black card with the metal sandwich is a special ID card.

Its outer pavilion is a collection of various works of art; and in the inner pavilion, there are some rare curse materials and incantations.

There are even handicrafts made by Yaon, paintings painted by Zhiji, and armor fragments of Yingqi.

Some items are for exhibition only, and some items are available for rent. Others are regularly auctioned off.

Today's inner hall will only receive Annan alone.

At the entrance of the inner hall, a tall guard wearing thick black leather armor that almost covered his entire face took Annan's card and inserted it into the jade hammer that looked like a long-handled ice cream held in his left hand. Then Annan stretched out his finger and wrote his name on the surface of the jade hammer shaped like a large ice cream. The jade glowed green.

... This ID card detection device with a signature is quite advanced. Even a touchscreen.

Annan thought.

The reason for not using fingerprints is probably that changing one's own fingerprints or palm prints in this world is much easier than changing one's real name.

After the green light came on, the tall guard said in a sullen voice, "Dear guest, you can go in."

Annan could vaguely see that the other party's wrist was set with a silver bracelet like handcuffs.

...Does the janitor use fully-armed silver-rank superhumans?

It's a bit big.

"OK."

Annan nodded and tightened his cloak.

After all, this is Frostwhisper, not Noah or some remote town.

Put a sabotage wizard on the street here, and there must be at least eight nobles or ministers among those killed.

The people who know Annan here talk more or less.

Although Annan left from the Grand Duke's House. It's not difficult to really get information about his travel... But at least Annan doesn't want to make the process too easy.

Otherwise, even Vasika Rasputin really has no idea about Annan.

It is also impossible to guarantee that no local nobles will suddenly become malicious.

So Annan not only covered his mouth with a scarf, but also put on a thick white cloak. This is the look of the "Winter Walker" unique to the Principality of Winter... This dress is probably equivalent to the camouflage clothes tied with leaves by the Noah hunters.

Winterwalker is a gray class that collects supplies in the wild.

The reason why it is said to be a gray occupation is because in the wilderness outside the small enchantment, no matter what happens, the evidence will be buried by heavy snow... And in the winter when materials are scarce, the best way to collect materials is naturally. on other people.

Sinners banished beyond the small enchantment, travelers trying to cross the blizzard to reach the next city, and other winter walkers...anyone they come across can be killed. Likewise, anyone who encounters it can be killed.

This snow white is to camouflage in the snow.

At least don't be attacked... Once you are injured in the wild in winter, you will basically die. Whether it is shot by an arrow or a bullet, it is easy to cause the wound to be difficult to heal itself due to the lack of sufficient heat, which in turn leads to the worsening of the infection.

Even bandaging or immobilizing a wound will almost certainly result in a substantial loss of body temperature.

Therefore, in the hands of each Winter Walker, it is difficult to guarantee that there are few lives-the enemy's, the prey's, and the companion's. Although they are not necessarily extraordinary, they must be ruthless characters.

So the Winter Walker rarely shows his face.

This is to prevent people from finding out their true identity, and then taking revenge on their family members...or being targeted by people who have a feud with them in their food or drinking water.

This cannot be formed on hunters in warm regions.

Disguising as a Winter Walker is the best way to keep others at a distance.

So although Annan turned and walked towards the inner hall, other tourists were a little curious, but no one dared to follow.

Annan paced into the empty inner hall.

There are many glass cabinets here.

Although the glass craftsmanship of this era is more than a little stronger than that of the earth at the same time... But the technology of bulletproof glass has not yet been invented.

Instead of bulletproof glass technology, there are runes and ritual fields carved into the glass.

After all, what's inside are all valuable treasures...

Of course...for the average person, everything is a dangerous item to avoid.

An ice-blue candle with a black flame has been burning, forming a gray fog in the shape of a cat's head that is surging like a dark cloud, the right hand of a man crawling around in the cabinet by himself, a human brain with dense eyes, no hair and Eyelashes, but opened his eyes to stare at Annan's stone head with interest, the ruby ​​heart of a bird that is still beating...

"How are you feeling?"

A voice with a sense of elegance rang out.

Annan turned his head.

What came out silently in the darkness... was a "human".

If you can call it human.

Her pupils are dark golden vertical pupils that are almost orange, giving the impression of danger; she has four ears - two human, two feline.

The dark brown ponytail at the back of the head was tied up high and divided into two bundles, one draped over the left chest and the other tied in a ponytail and hung down in front of the right side.

Her left eye is dark green, and her right eye is black. Her fingernails are also black and red.

Her legs are still human legs. The right foot is wearing a boot, the left is not. Her footsteps seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, silently.

She was at least a head taller than Annan, looking down at the cloaked walker in white.

"Annan... Your Majesty?"

Catwoman said softly.