Chapter 313 Home

"Player Super Justice ()"

Seeing the "soufflé" that I had been looking for for a long time... or "Russell", I ran to Annan's side.

Dmitry didn't feel lost, on the contrary he was relieved.

He just felt relaxed.

When escorting the Frost Beast before, the guilt and nervousness of losing the "soufflé" finally completely disappeared from the bottom of my heart.

Dmitry is very clear... As the first humanoid frost beast with high intelligence in history, the frost beast cub renamed "Russell" by Annan has a lot to do with it.

If she falls into any domestic and foreign forces that are hostile to the Winter family, or even the entire Dukedom of Winter, she will immediately become a strong medicine that shakes the Dukedom of Winter. Just declaring her existence can make people think that they shouldn't have it.

…Although rationally speaking, the immediate and secret execution of Russell is the safest and most prudent move, and it is also the move that is most in line with Dmitry's character.

But Dmitry was still a little bit ruthless towards her.

"Since you have other arrangements for her, I will remove everyone from my side."

Seeing that Annan seemed to be quite interested in her, Dmitry simply handed Russell over to Annan.

"I thought you would treat werewolves with an attitude of wanting to be hacked into pieces."

Annan laughed.

Dmitry curled his lips: "There are grievances and debtors. I really look down on werewolves, and even get annoyed when I see werewolves, but I won't spread my anger on children who have just shot and are less than one year old..."

Thanks to the moral education from Grand Duke Ivan, the three brothers can still become upright people without positive emotions.

If the Duchy of Winter really needs it, Dmitry can indeed be ruthless. After all, he has a frozen heart and has no sympathy at all.

Rather, he has always had that frowning, depressed look because he has done too many things he didn't want to do and accumulated too many negative emotions.

Dmitry doesn't want to hurt anyone if he can.

But he is also a pragmatic and rational person. While inheriting his father Ivan's conservative style, he also has his own reservedness as an older brother. So he knows very well that some things must be done...

But Ivan left too few heirs, and there are some things that neither Maria nor Annan are suitable for. Someone has to carry the stigma and reach out into the dark.

In the end, only he can do it.

His own talent is far inferior to that of Maria and Annan... After all, his mother is just a real ordinary person without any special talents, not like Maria and Annan's mother. He is a genius unparalleled in the world.

But because of Ivan's poor health, both Maria and Annan were brought up by Dmitri. For their siblings, Dmitry also has a kind of "elderly reserved heart", as if they are not his younger siblings, but younger generations than himself.

So he couldn't complain.

No one can listen to his distress - the only one he can trust completely, but he is unwilling to ask for help because of ridiculous dignity problems.

The endless anguish accumulated in the long-term self-contradictions... and the malice, doubts and sins he endured in silence have always been accumulated in his heart.

The flower of evil that grows from this sinful soil is between his deeply furrowed brows.

He is only in his early thirties this year, but there are already deep wrinkles between his brows. In order to relieve his depression, he smokes and drinks constantly every day... If it weren't for the blood of winter that would cause too much damage to the body of mortals, he might still wander in the Lane of Fireworks and Willows.

This is all Dmitry's self-relief in order not to release the pressure on outsiders and not to hurt innocent people.

Among the many ways of pastime, only gambling - Dmitri vowed never to touch it again.

The moment Dmitry's words fell, because Annan did not respond,

There was a strange stillness in the air.

Just like in a noisy classroom, everyone shuts their mouths without warning and in unanimous agreement, and returns to extreme silence in an instant... It even makes people feel as embarrassed as the illusion of "has the head teacher come?"

"Dmitry."

Just then, Maria's voice broke the silence.

She took off her long trench coat and threw it to Dmitry: "Help us get some drinks. Annan's sparkling fruit tea, and my limoncello—you know what I'm going to add. It's ready Just take some more nuts and bring them with you."

"Need me to..."

Dmitry subconsciously asked Maria: Does this kind of work need him to do it himself?

But before he could ask, he suddenly realized...

It seemed Maria was trying to drive him away.

Do you want to talk to Annan alone?

Although Dmitry was also a little curious, his sense of stability as a brother only made him nod: "I understand. Then I'll hang your clothes up by the way..."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Maria's coat with one hand, stood up and tightened the coat that was draped over his shoulders.

"Don't let my clothes smell of smoke."

Maria added: "If you want to smoke, hang up my clothes first."

"……I know, I know."

Dmitry coughed, and raised his hand that was groping for a cigar in front of his chest, and straightened his neckline stiffly.

Then he went out by himself.

After Dmitry left the room, Maria suddenly came over.

She hugged Annan directly and buried her face in Annan's neck.

Like sucking a cat, Maria took a deep breath. The long hair swept Annan's face, which made Annan "smell" the cold feeling... It was a unique smell that could be associated with "cold" in his mind just by smelling it. The long hair itself is as cold as if it has been in the snow for a long time.

"Ok……"

Taking another deep breath, Maria narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

She stretched out her slender white fingers, and carefully groped Annan's cheeks, temples, behind the ears, and neck, confirming the touch with her fingertips. Then he checked the curse pattern on his exposed left shoulder very carefully.

"hand."

Maria said.

"..."

Annan was silent, didn't dare to say a word, but obediently listened to Maria's voice and handed out his hand, like a pet cat with its paws on its owner's palm.

She grabbed Annan's hand again and observed his curse-carrying object. Check the texture by touching it with your fingertips to see if it fits well and doesn't draw marks on your fingers.

Because girls develop earlier, she is four or five years older than Annan. Maria is a little taller than Annan.

But it's only a little taller, less than half a head high. When she is far away, Maria still gives people a sense of petiteness, but when she gets close, the sense of maturity of an elder is ready to emerge.

Maria, who seems to have stayed at the age of sixteen, has an immature and petite body, which forms an unusually strong contrast with her solemn and mature temperament like a queen.

Smelling the cold smell in Maria's loose hair, Annan felt a sense of tranquility for some reason.

It's like when I come home after working outside for a long time... my mother worriedly checks to see if she has lost weight. There is an unusually calm, warm feeling that wants to smile slightly.

…Until then, Annan realized it very clearly.

He did go home.