Chapter 3 Eat My Righteous Backstab

Annan carefully searched Don Juan's room and found some good things.

First of all, he found a short sword that was handy, and the length of the hilt was less than 60 centimeters, more like a slightly longer dagger. Its scabbard is luxurious and delicate. When it is in the scabbard, it looks more like a huge pen. When it is pulled out, the blade has a strange blue reflection.

An intricately decorated silver pocket watch, but the pocket watch has stopped. The case of the pocket watch is engraved with a three-eyed bird with dagger-like feathers... which seems to be the Geraint family crest. Because Annan saw that there are still many things engraved with part of this pattern.

In addition, there is a bag of coins, some letters, a ring with a sapphire, a seal, two handkerchiefs, a bag of sweets, and the snacks that Don Juan just brought back...

The whole room was scratched clean as if it had entered a hero.

The only thing that was slightly noticeable was the ring.

Because when Annan picked it up, a light curtain appeared in front of him:

【Dark Blue Guardian】

【Type: Ring (Purple)】

[Description: The relic left by Don Juan Geraint's mother for him, which contains cold magic and curse]

[Description: It seems to be a certain way to lift the seal, but it is encrypted (“Mysterious Ritual” check failed]]

[Description: You have never heard of this curse (the "Higher Curse Science" check failed)]

Seeing the word "curse", Annan hesitated a little.

But he thought about it and took it in his arms.

I don't know what it's used for, but it's better not to let the betrayer get it.

And more importantly, Annan found the sword he saw before entering the dungeon. It just hangs on the wall closest to Annan.

Its sword is over a meter long, and the outer sheath has almost no decoration, but it is polished and polished. It looks elegant and reliable.

After pulling it out, you can just see that the blade is half his height. It hasn't broken yet, the blade is sharp and heavy. If nothing else, this should be John's custom saber.

The moment he held the sword, Annan was stunned for a moment.

A lot of memories of himself using the sword flooded into his mind. He instantly became a mature but not so good young swordsman.

— but Annan soon noticed that it was not John's memory when he learned to use the sword. It is the memory of young "Annan" practicing swordsmanship in an environment of ice and snow.

The previous memories flowed through quickly, and Annan only had time to grasp that sentiment. However, the more the memory flowed, the clearer it became. In the end, he finally saw a short but relatively complete memory:

Holding a slender sword, he was lying on the ground exhausted, gasping for breath like a husky. The blade of the sword was not metallic, but white like ivory.

Standing opposite Annan was a man who looked only in his thirties. His appearance is similar to Annan's, but his face is stern and grim, and his eyes are icy blue without emotion. From this angle, he looked tall and terrifying.

"Stand up and continue."

The man said in a low voice. The voice was low and hoarse, and the ice blue eyes seemed to have magic power.

Just looking at it, the heart seems to be frozen. Between his steady breaths, the surrounding air gradually crystallized, and the frost layer continued to condense on the ground and then melted again.

"Stand up, Annan. You've rested enough."

"Yes, father..."

Annan heard his own voice.

The voice was shrinking and timid, as if the soul had been frozen.

He mustered his courage again and stood up.

"Annan" gritted his teeth and raised his sword. Putting it horizontally in front of his waist, he took a somewhat strange posture.

As he drew out the sword, the white frost breathed out from the palm of his hand, wrapped around the blade of the sword with snowflakes and cold winds that seemed to never stop.

A layer of frost immediately formed on the white blade. An inconspicuous frost streak in the air struck the man's knee in a straight arc.

But the man didn't move, just stared at the sword mark. As soon as the frost mark approached him, it seemed as if it had been cut off by something intangible.

"continue."

The man repeated.

The memory fragment came to an abrupt end.

"……interesting."

Annan raised an eyebrow.

It seems that there are many stories about this child. At least he should have an amazing father.

but.

He tightened the piece of hand sword in his hand, and there was a burst of enlightenment in his heart.

That kind of swordsmanship that creates waves of ice... I seem to be able to use it now.

Is this the "Frost Sword Art" on the panel?

I only learned the first-level frost swordsmanship...

How powerful might it be?

At least it should make people's blood stiff... right?

Annan roughly packed his things, restored the somewhat messy room, and went out with two swords. The long sword was held in his hand, the short sword was carefully hidden in his arms, and the pocket watch on the table was picked up by him as an excuse when he accidentally bumped into Don Juan. Call him aside.

"Master, come and have a look, your pocket watch stopped again-"

...It's roughly the same thing as helping others raise a flag.

But Annan seemed to be overthinking it.

He didn't have to run around looking for clues at all.

Clues have found their way to the door.

As soon as Annan went out, he found that not far from the door, there were three young people dressed like him leaning on the corner and pretending to chat, but their eyes were fixed on Don Juan's door.

The three of them were stunned when they found that Annan actually opened the door on his own initiative.

Immediately they communicated quickly, and one of them ran away quickly.

Noticing that Annan turned his attention to the man who ran away, the remaining two were obviously a little flustered.

"John, here!"

One of them had an idea and greeted Annan loudly: "You guy, where did you just run off to!"

"I was a little sleepy just now, so I took a nap in the young master's room."

Annan heard the words, walked over and showed a simple and honest smile: "Why are you here? Are you here to take a rest?"

"……Oh, yes."

Looking at the reaction of their former clumsy and unsocial companion, the two felt that something was not right, but they could only respond in this way.

"That's it."

Annan said with concern: "The three of you must be very tired standing and chatting here? Why don't you come and sit in the house? Who shouldn't have gone far, or I'll go and call him first, you go to the house It's warm inside and there are some sugar cookies on the table, it's delicious..."

"Don't, don't. He's going... to help cook over there on the deck."

One of the young guards saw that Annan was really going to chase after him, so he stopped him quickly, showing a kind smile very difficultly: "Aren't we going to go ashore tomorrow, we will spend the last night on the boat tonight. You can have a big meal. It's gone!"

"That's it."

Annan sighed regretfully: "I thought he was looking for Instructor Claus."

Two people: "..."

The two of them were suddenly shocked, almost thinking that this fool saw something. However, they were both newbies and didn't know what to say to hold John down at this time.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Annan suddenly said, "I feel a little cold. Let's find a quiet place to practice swordsmanship and move our body."

"It's fine."

One of the guards responded quickly: "I know a place..."

"Well, I'll go too."

Another person followed closely.

Seeing Annan making such a request, the two of them showed obvious joy. The two looked at each other and laughed silently.

...Hey, do you want to make me look so obvious?

This is completely undisguised. How tough is this John in your hearts... that's all, it's easy and difficult after all.

Annan was a little disappointed.

He just showed a honest and harmless business smile, and said very politely: "Then you will lead the way."

Soon, the three of them circled around and turned into a relatively empty small room, and began to slowly organize the surrounding wine barrels, trying to make room.

At this time, Annan had roughly determined that Don Juan's room should be in the middle of the ship, one floor below the deck. Outside the two doors of the room are separate corridors.

The ship is about 70 meters long, and the space is not very rich. The rooms and rooms are almost all next to each other-except for Don Juan himself, who has a larger room alone, almost all other rooms are next to each other. Yes, including the room of the chief guard.

In other words, anyone who wants to enter Don Juan's room has to make a special trip here. Even if they were found at the door, they had no excuse to explain...because only Don Juan's room was not adjacent to any room.

So they brought themselves here, probably just to drag themselves out of Don Juan's room.

If you continue to stay in the room, they may knock on the door after a while, and find an excuse to trick yourself out.

"What about Lord Benjamin?"

Annan asked suddenly.

"I'm still reading in the captain's room."

One of the guards replied casually: "Except for the young master Tang Huang, the eldest master is not seen."

"What about the instructor?"

Annan asked, "I'm leaving without permission... Won't I be caught by the instructor?"

"Don't worry, John. Instructor, he's always on deck."

Another escort said with great certainty: "Only he has the ability of [Eagle Eye]. He must always look at the sea surface, and there is no time to get off the cabin to inspect."

"Is that so..."

Annan murmured in a low voice.

Looking at the two guards who were slowly stacking wine barrels with their backs to him, Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He slowly drew out the hand sword that belonged to John, and the blade shone with a cold light.

He didn't want to wait for the enemy to step on his face before fighting back with a frown.

No player can resist the temptation of backstab!

Without hesitation, he directly stabbed the blade at the young guard closest to him, directly piercing his back!

The sharp blade pierced straight in, and the red blade emerged from the chest.

Then Annan drew his sword horizontally, bringing out a stream of scarlet blood that splashed on the other person's face. His right lung was directly cut in half by Annan, and blood poured into his lungs.

"Eat my righteous backstab!"

After the sneak attack was successful, Annan suddenly shouted.

His voice was thunderous, and the other person was so frightened that he almost didn't hold the sword in his hand.

At this time, Annan had already raised the blade in his hand and slashed straight at the neck of the other person.

The startled young guard was shocked.

He shrank back and subconsciously wanted to move aside, but he was still a step too late, so he could only raise his left arm to block it symbolically.

But Annan didn't slash vertically on his forearm. Instead, it slashed diagonally, and a sword cut off a piece of meat on the forearm.

"Ugh—!"

The young guard let out a miserable cry and stumbled back.

But he unexpectedly did not lose the ability to fight back due to the pain——

Annan could clearly see a faint red light burst out from the young guard's heart. His right arm holding the sword suddenly had countless slender tendons bursting out, and there seemed to be countless red ants swimming in the blood, and his right arm holding the sword was much more stable.

He tried to fight back with his sword drawn. Annan took a step forward and slapped the sword sideways.

The long sword that came from the opponent's slashing was easily slapped away, and the blade lightly swept over the opponent's right shoulder holding the sword, bringing with it a puddle of blood.

Obviously just an ordinary sword, the blood vessels of the young guard seemed to burst open directly, the blood burst open, and it was swimming on the ground like a living thing.

The young guard couldn't help letting go of the sword, and let out a miserable howl as the hilt fell to the ground. The muscles in his face twitched at a frantic frequency, as if something was about to jump out.

"...What the hell is this?"

Watching this scene, Annan suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

Is this the supernatural power of this world?

Annan's intuition told him that if he let the other party continue to transform, maybe this guy would have to play the second stage to fight him...

In the blink of an eye, Annan's eyes lit up with a cold brilliance silently, and a thin layer of frost instantly covered the blade of his sword.

——Why don't you try Frost Swordsmanship!