The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 58: Ivan Winter

Considering that Annan doesn’t have much time.

Dmitri didn't waste much time. He directly asked someone to prepare a full-covering cloak for Annan and pulled him into the subway.

The transportation in the Principality of Winter is obviously much more convenient than that in the Kingdom of Noah.

Less than one kilometer outside Annan, there is a subway station entrance.

They arrived at Frostwhisper Province in about two hours. After changing cars again, Annan followed Dmitri to the gate of the Grand Duke's Palace.

"...This is too fast."

Annan sighed.

So fast.

Faster than Salamander (crossed out), it’s like taking a high-speed train for a business trip.

Dmitri asked: "Wouldn't it be better to hurry up?"

"That's not true."

Annan shook his head, followed Dmitri and asked softly: "Where is the werewolf?"

"...Although, I have no position to advise you. But it is best not to get too close to the werewolf."

Dmitri took a deep breath, and words full of hate came out of his mouth.

He did not look back, but continued walking in front of Annan.

There is a lot of information contained in this discourse.

Annan raised his eyebrows and replied unceremoniously: "So, Dmitri. What happened before? This is already the second time.

"You also know that I have completely forgotten everything in the past.

"If you really want me to be wary of werewolves, you should say it clearly. Instead of saying it so vaguely, which will only arouse my meaningless curiosity... Or, you just want me to be wary of werewolves. Are you going to investigate this matter further?"

After being scolded by Annan, my brother was not angry.

He just remained silent for a while with a strange expression on his face.

Just when Annan was thinking whether what he said was too rude, Dmitri sighed softly, and sighed in a nostalgic low voice: "As expected of you, Annan.

“It’s your kind of speech that doesn’t shy away from anything and points directly to the problem—this is your style.

"Only after being reprimanded by you, can I feel the sense of security that 'I have done nothing wrong now'. Before you spoke so politely to me, I always felt that there seemed to be an extra layer of distance between us. Now it seems that nothing has changed.

"——The feeling is back."

Annan:?

...No, brother.

Is there something wrong with you?

Is this the legendary Sky who doesn’t feel comfortable without being scolded?

——Shocking Annan.

And listen to Dmitri.

Is it possible that Annan would scold him if nothing happened in the first week?

Who is the brother here?

"Dmitri doesn't want to tell you, so he has his reasons."

At this moment, a somewhat weak but still calm voice of a middle-aged man came from not far ahead.

Annan raised his head and looked over there.

The middle-aged man has short gray-white hair slicked back. Some traces of black can still be seen vaguely, and the hair has become very slender, but it is still relatively thick.

He has the same gray-white beard, his eyebrows have also turned gray, and his fair skin has traces of slightly sunken, dark purple veins. That was evidence of years of illness and physical weakness. The wrinkles on his forehead are very shallow, but the nasolabial folds are very deep.

His back is slightly bumpy and he is not as tall as Dmitri. Now he is holding a dark blue scepter with three supporting handles underneath...it looks like an iron frame used for injections and water in a hospital.

Annan subconsciously raised his head and looked at him.

The ice blue pupils look exactly the same as those of Annan and Dmitri.

But it seems to be more transparent. Compared to Dmitri's emotionless eyes, they were more similar to an infinitely calm ice lake.

And under the ice... there is a never-ending ice storm.

"...Father."

Annan whispered.

His voice was hoarse for some reason. But there was no hesitation in his tone.

Obviously the memory has completely dissipated and been completely erased.

But there seems to be something... that still remains in the blood and instinct.

He couldn't even imagine how miserable his expression would be at this moment.

Dmitri on the side nodded with a very calm expression and bowed slightly to show respect: "Father."

Without a doubt.

This man who seems to be only in his thirties or forties, but whose hair, eyebrows and beard are all gray... is none other than the Grand Duke of Winter, Ivan Winter.

Compared with the young Henry VIII, the traces of time can indeed be seen on Ivan.

"Just come back."

Ivan glanced at Annan and repeated calmly: "Just come back."

His youngest son finally returned to the family, but there was no joy at all on his face. He didn't smile tenderly, nor was he moved to tears. He just stared at Annan steadily, as if he wanted to remember his current appearance.

This is not because of a weak relationship between them.

——But because the Winter clan has been cursed by the Heart of Winter and has no feeling of "joy" at all.

The family affection of the Lindong family, the love born among the Lindong family, is a pure sense of identity that completely transcends joy and joy.

"Come first, Annan."

Ivan replied calmly, raising his lips slightly and trying to make a smile.

This is already a very restored smile.

But Annan could still clearly see that this was just acting.

——This is the gentle expression of an unintentional person, just to make others feel at ease.

Like a blind man lighting a lamp in the dark.

Annan took a deep breath and followed Ivan into the room.

Ivan’s skin seems to be pretty good, but walking is very difficult.

He walked slowly into the room holding a silver, black, and dark blue scepter. Annan glanced and saw that Dmitri had no intention of reaching out to help Ivan, so he followed Grand Duke Ivan and walked slowly into the room.

The Grand Duke's room was much simpler than that of Henry VIII.

There are no gold, silver or jewelry decorations, only four or five scrolls that look like they were painted by gods are posted in the room. A bookshelf filled with occult books, a sofa and low table, and a tall desk. There were signed documents on it.

Other than that, there is only a double bed with only one pillow. and portraits of two women hanging above the bed.

...The one on the left looks like a relatively ordinary, gentle-tempered black-haired girl.

She has long black hair, braided in front of her shoulders - the same hairstyle that Dmitry had when Annan was eight years old in "Nightmare: Wolf's Kiss".

You can vaguely see some similarities with Dmitri's appearance.

...This may be Dmitri's mother.

The portrait on the right is a silver-haired girl who is exactly the same as Maria and Annan - she has a cold temperament, but no scales on her face. She looks to be in her early twenties.

They all seem to be ordinary people.

At least they are not from the Winter clan.

"Sparkling Fruit Tea. ~IndoMTL.com~Your favorite drink."

Ivan opened the lid for Annan and whispered.

Annan saw many fruit slices floating in the bubble water, and pale traces of frost could be seen on the slices.

He sat on the chair curiously and took a sip.

...it actually tastes really good?

Just like the iced fruity sparkling water in a milk tea shop.

"Dmitri doesn't want to tell you in detail... because he himself is the most direct victim."

Ivan, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at Dmitri, who was standing upright beside him, and turned to Annan, who was sitting on the chair and drinking a drink, and explained:

"That's when you two brothers gambled with Fu Fu.

"——Dmitri was betrayed by a werewolf named Bella."