Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship: Chapter 351 Principal Lan’s Micro-Management Master
Chapter 351 Principal Lan’s Micro-Management Master
"Well…"
Agnello opened his mouth in disbelief, saliva and tears slid down his cheeks, and he could only make a hoarse sound of pain.
The elites did not stop their offensive for a moment. When Agnello was surrounded and unable to dodge, they accurately pierced his calf and abdomen with ice spikes. The cold and biting magic made Agnello feel as if his calf had been cut off and he lost consciousness. .
His head was pushed to the ground by a pair of big hands, and several other people began to pierce the ice thorns into his hands and feet one by one like a hungry tiger, piercing his shoulder collar and trousers, and the blood immediately soaked his dark gray The coat condensed into ice in an instant.
You can almost feel the pain for a moment and then lose consciousness. The cold and terrifying touch almost makes Agnello scream instinctively.
Finally, his body gradually lost feeling, and the blood on his face gradually faded, becoming as pale as paper. He could only watch all this happening stiffly, unable to make any resistance.
Even if his limbs were cut off at this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't feel any pain.
The provincial bodyguards of the Demon King's Army calmly restrained Agnello and completed their mission.
Even if it were another bishop's saintly son and saintly daughter who dared to take the initiative to cause trouble in the city-state, and easily entered the room full of forbidden wards against mages, he would be besieged and hunted by a group of well-coordinated warriors, even if he was already six years old. There is no room for maneuver at the top level.
“You...you...”
Agnello lay on the ground and looked ahead with difficulty.
Viscount Kingston's expression seemed to have changed in front of him. He stood there and looked at Agniello coldly, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Body numb, cold, frightened and angry, the weak Agniello still did not give up.
His voice became hoarse, but he still shouted angrily: "I am Agnello! I am the Son of Annihilation of the Resurrection Church! Viscount Kingston, do you know what you are doing?!"
He swore that no matter what, the border noble family would be sentenced to death!
“Holy Son of Nirvana? That’s really awesome. Keep talking, I’m listening.”
Kingston didn’t seem to care about Agnello’s threat at all, and nodded, as if he was dealing with an angry child.
"Viscount Kingston! You have caused a big trouble! You are committing a crime! You will be tried by the Imperial Military Court!"
Although Agnello's body was severely injured, his spirit was not broken.
He continued to try to threaten Viscount Kingston in various ways, but Viscount Kingston just sneered and didn't take him seriously at all.
“It’s a military court, right? You still understand this.”
Viscount Kingston laughed, and even the provincial elite who restrained Agniello on the side showed sarcastic ridicule.
A Specter dared to be tough and frighten them here.
"Are you crazy? Loren is here, Loren is here in the Northern Continent! I must contact the imperial capital Herom!"
Agnello's words began to choke as he coughed, each cry consuming his life force.
Agniello, who gradually felt his mentality collapse, finally understood the stupidity and absurdity of these snowfield nobles.
When they come here, they may even dare to kill the emperor.
But Viscount Kingston's eyes were unwavering, and there was compassion in his eyes. Even the eyes of other elites were quite similar.
Viscount Kingston did not change his attitude as Agnello expected. He looked at Agnello who had been captured, shook his head and laughed: "It's really ridiculous. A 'Son of Nirvana' is here crying and begging, you It’s really crazy.”
The atmosphere in the entire office became even more strange and heavy because of Viscount Kingston's words. It was no longer a governor's office, but became an isolation ward of a mental hospital.
Agnello tried to calm down his almost broken emotions but could hardly do it.
Agnello's shouts and struggles became the only sounds in the ward, and Viscount Kingston's sneer was like an endless loop. The more Agnello tried to prove himself, the more Viscount Kingston regarded him as a mental patient. .
It also made Agnello feel more desperate than ever.
He has never been able to escape the fate of being misunderstood and ridiculed. The truth he knew that was enough to alarm the empire became meaningless in front of these snowy people.
Agnello suddenly realized. Viscount Kingston's eyes, movements and smile all revealed something strange that he had never seen before.
This province—or, more accurately, this governor's palace was completely different from the outside world. Every detail, every word, and every communication gave him a sense of foreignness, as if he had crossed a parallel time and space and was in a different world. A completely different nightmare space.
Hung beside the desk, on the other end of the microphone in mid-air, the strange communication that chilled Agnello continued, making a faint hissing sound and becoming a distant echo.
“Viscount, everything seems to be going well.”
The voice came from the other end of the phone again.
“Report to the Governor that a set of sixth-order magic-forbidden nails have been driven into the criminal’s body according to specifications.”
Kingston looked at the desk and said.
There was obviously no one behind the desk, but he seemed to be reporting the progress of the task devoutly to a transparent person sitting behind him.
At this moment, Agniello 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 this group of people from the Snowy Province.
It’s just that he couldn’t understand what evil mind control spell the great priest Loren used to make the Protos Empire people so crazy and lose themselves to serve him!
“Move him five meters to the left so that he faces the office sofa.”
From the microphone, the sizzling voice was intertwined with the man's gentle words.
Like a dull knife, it slowly cut into Agnello's heart and dignity.
"yes."
Viscount Kingston responded.
Several elites immediately moved Agniello on the ground directly in front of the sofa in the governor's office.
“Agnello, I didn’t expect you to arrive at my governor’s palace so quickly. I didn’t even have time to greet you.”
The clear voice from the microphone echoed in the office, and every word seemed so leisurely and amiable.
Agnello found it even more unbearable.
"But that's okay."
Until the sound in the microphone became more and more three-dimensional and psychedelic, identical voices gradually began to be superimposed on the outside of the room.
Finally, two figures walked in at the door of the Governor's office.
The lamp shines on the two of them like a brilliant stream of light.
Lan Qi's suit and coat fluttered slightly in the wind. His deep eyes seemed to be smiling and thinking. He held the communication magic in his left hand and held the black kitten in the other hand. The long black tail was cleverly coiled around him. on the wrist.
After he and Sid entered the office, it was as if the master had returned to his own mansion. He sat on their sofa and looked at Agnello who was lying on the ground.
“Agnello, I believe that all encounters are reunions after a long separation.”
Agnello heard Lanci's calm voice, and his heart beat like it was falling into an ice cave.
He raised his head tremblingly and met his still graceful eyes, which were as green as the clearest lake in spring.
Even though the man's appearance has changed and his hair has turned brown, his eyes and voice have remained the same.
It was this man who had given him a short-term salvation before, and now once again became a nightmare that he could not escape from.
There is another chapter later
(End of this chapter)