The Righteous Player(s)

　　Annan carefully searched the room of Don Juan and found some good things smoothly.

　　 First of all, he found a short sword that was in hand. The length of the hilt was less than 60 centimeters, and it was more like a longer dagger. Its sheath is luxurious and delicate. When it is placed in the sheath, it looks more like a huge fountain pen. After being pulled out, the sword body has a strange blue reflection.

　　 A silver pocket watch with complicated decorations, but the pocket watch has stopped. The case of the pocket watch is engraved with a three-eyed bird with sharp feathers like a dagger... This seems to be the emblem of the Gerant family. Because Annan saw that there are still many things with a part of this pattern carved on it.

　　 There are also a bag of coins, some letters, a ring with sapphires, a seal, two handkerchiefs, a bag of sweets, and the snacks that Don Juan just brought back...

　　 The whole room was scraped as clean as if it had entered a brave.

　　The only thing worth noting a little is the ring.

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

　　【Deep Blue Guardian】

　　[Type: Ring (Purple)]

　　 [Description: Don Juan Gerante's mother left for him, which contains cold magic and curse]

　　 [Description: It seems to be some way to remove the seal, but it is encrypted (the "Mystery Ritual" check failed]

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

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

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

　　 Although I don’t know what it's useful for, it’s just right not to let the betrayer get it.

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

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

After 　　 was pulled out, he could just see that the blade was half his height. It hasn't chipped yet, the blade is sharp and heavy. Not surprisingly, this should be John's custom saber.

　　The moment he held the sword, Annan was taken aback.

　　 A lot of memories of using his sword flooded my heart. He immediately became a mature but not so good young swordsman.

　　—But Annan quickly noticed that it was not John’s memory when he learned to use the sword. It's the memory of the young "Annan" practicing sword in the icy and snowy environment.

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

　　 He was holding a slender sword, lying on the ground exhausted, breathing continuously like a husky. The blade of the sword is not metallic, but white like ivory.

　　 Standing opposite Annan was a man who seemed to be in his thirties. His appearance was seven points similar to Annan, but his face was cold and stern, and his eyes were ice blue without emotion. From this angle, he looked tall and terrifying.

　　 "Stand up and continue."

　　 The man said in a deep voice. The voice was low and hoarse, and the ice blue eyes seemed to have magical powers.

　　 Just one glance, the heart seems to be frozen. While he breathed calmly, the surrounding air gradually crystallized, and a layer of frost continued to condense on the ground and then melted again.

　　 "Stand up, Annan. You have enough rest."

　　 "Yes, father..."

　　Annan heard his own voice.

　　 The voice shrank and timid, as if the soul was frozen.

　　 He plucked up his courage again and stood up.

　　"Annan" gritted his teeth and raised the sword. He placed it horizontally in front of his waist, and assumed a somewhat strange posture.

　　 With his sword, the white frost breathed out from the palm of his hand, wrapped around the blade of the sword with snow and cold wind that seemed to never stop.

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

　　 But the man didn't move, just staring at the sword mark. After the frost mark approached him, it seemed as if it had been cut off by something invisible. It suddenly broke and shattered and disappeared in the air.

"carry on."

　　 the man repeated.

　　 The memory fragment came to an abrupt end here.

"…interesting."

　　Annan raised his brows.

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

　　 But.

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

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

　　 Is this the "frost swordsmanship" on the panel?

　　 only learned the first level of frost swordsmanship...

How powerful is 　　?

　　 should at least stiffen the popularity... right?

　　 Annan roughly cleaned up 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 placed on the table was picked up by him, as an excuse for accidentally touching Don Juan. Call him aside.

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

　　...It's roughly the same as helping others to plant a flag.

　　 But Annan seems to be too worried.

　　 He doesn't have to run around looking for clues with a full boat.

　　 The clue has found the door by himself.

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

　　 found that Annan had taken the initiative to open the door and came out, all three of them were taken aback.

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

　　 noticed that Annan cast his gaze on the person who ran away, and 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 go just now!"

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

　　 Annan heard the words and walked over with a simple smile: "Why are you guys here too? Are you here to be lazy and rest?"

"…Oh, yes."

　　 Seeing the reaction of their clumsy and unsocial companions in the past, the two felt that something was wrong, but they could only respond like this.

　　 "That's it."

Annan said with a look of concern: "The three of you must be very tired standing here and chatting? Would you like to sit in the house? Who should have not gone far, or I will call him first, you go to the house It’s warm inside, and there are some sugar biscuits on the table. They are delicious..."

　　 "Don't don't don't. He's going...He's going to help cooking on the deck."

One of the young guards saw that Annan was really going to chase him, and quickly stopped him, 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. Up!"

　　 "That's it."

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

　　 Two people: "..."

　　 The two of them were shocked at once, and almost thought that this idiot could see something. However, the two of them are also newbies, and don't know what to say to hold John at this time.

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

　　 "Whether it is good or not."

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

　　 "Yeah, I'll go too."

　　 Another person followed.

　　 Seeing Annan's request, the two of them showed obvious joy. The two looked at each other and sneered silently.

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

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

　　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 to a relatively empty small room, and began to slowly sort out the surrounding wine barrels, trying to make room.

　　 At this time, Annan had roughly determined that Don Juan's room should be in the midship of the lower deck. There are separate corridors outside the two doors of the room.

The ship is roughly more than seventy meters long, and the space is not considered rich. The rooms and rooms are almost all next to each other-except for Don Juan, who has a separate larger room, the other rooms are almost all next to each other. Yes, including the captain's room.

　　 In other words, anyone who wants to enter Don Juan’s room must make a special trip to this side. Even if they were found at the door, they didn't have any excuses to explain... because only Don Juan's room was not adjacent to any room.

　　 So they brought themselves here, it should be just to drag themselves and let themselves leave Don Juan’s room.

　　 If you continue to stay in the room, they may knock on the door after a while, so let's find an excuse to cheat yourself out.

　　 "Where is Lord Benjamin?"

　　Annan asked suddenly.

　　 "Still reading in the captain's room."

　　 One of the guards replied casually: "Except for the young master Don Juan, the old man is nowhere to be seen."

　　 "What about the instructor?"

　　 Annan asked: "I am leaving my post without authorization... will I not be caught by the instructor?"

　　 "Don't worry, John. Instructor, he must be on deck."

　　 Another **** said with certainty: "Only he has the [Eagle Eye] ability. He must always look at the surface of the sea. There is no time to get off the cabin for inspection.

　　 "That's it..."

　　 Annan murmured.

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

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

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

　　 No player can resist the temptation of backstabs!

　　He didn't hesitate, and directly pierced the blade of the sword at the young guard closest to him, directly piercing his back!

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

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

　　 "Eat my righteous backstab!"

　　 After the successful sneak attack, Annan suddenly shouted.

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

　　 At this time, Annan has already raised the sword in his hand and slashed it straight at the other person's neck.

　　 The young **** was shocked. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

　　 But Annan didn't hit his forearm vertically. Instead, he cut it diagonally, Yijian cut off a piece of meat on his big arm.

　　 "Huh-!"

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

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

　　Annan clearly saw that a faint light red burst out of the young guard's heart. His right arm holding the sword suddenly had countless slender muscles bursting out, and there seemed to be countless red insects swimming in the blood, and his right arm holding the sword became much firmer.

　　 He tried to drew his sword to fight back. Annan stepped forward and patted the sword sideways.

　　 easily slapped the long sword that came from the opponent's chopping, and the blade passed the right shoulder of the opponent holding the sword lightly, and brought a puff of blood.

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

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

　　 "...what the **** is this?"

　　 Watching this scene, An Nan suddenly felt a strong anxiety.

　　 Is this the supernatural power of this world?

　　 Annan’s instinct told him that if the opponent is allowed to continue to transform, maybe this guy will play a second stage to fight him...

　　As soon as his thoughts turn, Annan’s eyes are silently ignited with cold light, and the blade of the sword is instantly covered with a thin layer of frost.

　　—Well, try Frost Swordsmanship!