The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 3: Eat my righteous backstab

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

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

A heavily decorated silver pocket watch, but the pocket watch has stopped. The casing of the pocket watch is engraved with a pattern of a three-eyed bird with feathers as sharp as daggers... This seems to be the emblem of the Geraint family. Because Annan saw that there were many things engraved with part of this pattern.

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

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

The only thing worth noting is the ring.

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

【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 some way to lift the seal, but it is encrypted ("Mysterious Ritual" check failed]

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

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

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

Although I don’t know what its use is, it’s best to prevent the betrayer from getting it.

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

The sword is over one meter long, and the sheath has almost no decoration, but it is polished to a shiny finish. Looks elegant yet reliable.

After pulling it out, you can see that the sword blade is half of your height. It has not yet chipped, and the blade is sharp and heavy. If nothing else, this should be John's custom-made sword.

The moment he held the sword, Annan was suddenly startled.

A lot of memories of using the sword came to my mind. He immediately becomes a mature but not so good young swordsman.

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

The previous memories passed quickly, and Annan only had time to grasp the feeling. However, the more the memory flowed, the clearer it became. Until finally, he finally saw a short but relatively complete memory:

He was holding a slender sword, lying on the ground exhausted, panting like a husky. The sword's blade was not metallic, but as white as ivory.

Standing opposite Annan was a man who looked to be in his thirties. His appearance is similar to Annan, but his face is cold and stern, and his eyes are emotionless ice blue. From this angle, he looked tall and scary.

"Stand up and carry on."

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

Just one look at it makes your heart freeze. While he was breathing steadily, the air around him gradually crystallized, and layers of frost continued to form on the ground before melting again.

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

"Yes, father..."

Annan heard his own voice.

The voice was shivering and timid, as if its soul had been frozen.

He mustered up the courage again and stood up.

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

As he drew his sword, white frost air spurted out from his palm, enveloping the blade with snowflakes and cold wind that seemed to never stop.

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

But the man didn't move, he 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 invisible. It suddenly broke into pieces and disappeared without a trace in the air.

"Continue."

The man repeated.

The memory fragment ends abruptly.

"...It's a bit interesting."

Annan raised his eyebrows.

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

However.

He tightened the sword in his hand, and a sudden realization surged 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 Technique" on the panel?

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

Approximately what level of power can it have?

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

Annan roughly packed up his things, restored the somewhat messy room, and then went out with two swords. The long sword was held in his hand, while the dagger was carefully hidden in his arms. He picked up the pocket watch on the table, using it as an excuse for accidentally bumping into Don Juan. It could be done without leaving any trace. Call him aside.

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

...It's roughly like planting flags for others.

But Annan seems to be worrying too much.

He didn't have to run around the ship looking for clues.

The clues have already found their way to the door.

As soon as Annan went out, he found that not far from the door, three young people dressed similar to himself were leaning on the corner 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 and came out.

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

I noticed that Annan turned his attention to the person who ran away, and the remaining two people were obviously in a panic.

"John, here!"

One of them had an idea and shouted to Annan: "Where did you go just now!"

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

Hearing this, Annan walked over and showed an honest smile: "Why are you here too? Are you here to take a rest too?"

"...Well, yes."

Seeing the reaction of their former clumsy and unsociable companion, the two felt that something was wrong, but they could only respond in this way.

"That's it."

Annan said with a concerned look: "Then you three are standing and chatting here, you must be very tired, right? Why don't you come and sit in the room? That person shouldn't have gone far yet, why don't I go over and call him first? You go and warm yourself up in the house. There are some sugar cookies on the table, they are quite delicious..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. He is going... to help cook on the deck."

Seeing that Annan was really going to chase him, one of the young guards quickly stopped him and showed a kind smile with great difficulty: "Aren't we going to go ashore tomorrow? We will spend the last night on the boat tonight. Okay. It’s time to have a big meal!”

"That's it."

Annan sighed regretfully: "I thought he was looking for instructor Klaus."

Two people: "..."

The two of them were suddenly shocked, almost thinking that this idiot had seen something. However, they were both newbies and didn't know what to say to hold John back 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 sword practice and move our bodies."

"That's okay."

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

"Yeah, I'll go too."

Another person followed closely and said.

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

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

This is completely undisguised. Just how naive is this John in your hearts... That's all, it's an easy difficulty after all.

Annan was a little disappointed.

He just showed an 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. They began to slowly sort out the wine barrels around them, trying to make space.

At this time, Annan had roughly determined that Don Juan's room should be in the middle of the ship on the negative floor below the deck. There are separate corridors outside both doors of the room.

The ship is roughly more than seventy meters long, and the space is not very rich. The rooms are almost all next to each other - except for Don Juan who has a larger room alone, almost all the other rooms are They are right next to each other, including the room of the chief guard.

In other words, anyone who wants to enter Don Juan's room must go here specifically. Even if they were found at the door, they would have no excuse... because only Don Juan's room was not adjacent to any room.

So they brought themselves here 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 you out.

"Where is Lord Benjamin?"

Annan suddenly asked.

"Still reading in the captain's cabin."

One of the guards replied casually: "Except for Young Master Don Juan, the eldest gentleman has not seen anyone."

"What about the instructor?"

Annan asked: "I am considered absent from duty...won't I be caught by the instructor?"

"Don't worry, John. The instructor must be on the deck at ordinary times."

Another guard said with certainty: "He is the only one with the [Eagle Eye] ability. He must always look at the sea, so he has no time to get down from the cabin to patrol."

"That's it..."

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 piece-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, so he went to fight back with a frown.

No player can resist the temptation of backstabbing!

Without any hesitation, he stabbed the young guard closest to him with the sword flatly, piercing his back directly!

The sharp sword blade penetrated straight into him, and a red blade emerged from his chest.

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

"Eat my righteous backstab!"

After the sneak attack was successful, Annan suddenly shouted.

His voice was like thunder, which frightened the other person so much that he almost lost his grip on the sword in his hand.

At this time, Annan had already raised the sword in his hand and struck the other person's neck.

The young guard was shocked. ~IndoMTL.com~ He shrank and subconsciously wanted to step aside, but was still a step too late, so he could only raise his left arm to symbolically block.

But Annan did not strike his forearm vertically. Instead, it was slashed diagonally, and a strip of flesh on the upper arm was sliced ​​off with one stroke of the sword.

"Uh-oh!"

The young guard howled miserably and stumbled back.

But surprisingly, he did not lose his ability to fight back due to pain——

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

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

Easily slapped away the opponent's long sword, and the blade lightly passed over the opponent's right shoulder holding the sword, bringing up another pool of blood.

Obviously it was just an ordinary sword, but the young guard's blood vessels seemed to burst open, and the blood burst open and wandered on the ground like a living thing.

The young guard couldn't help but let go of the sword, letting out a miserable wail as the hilt of the sword crashed to the ground. The muscles on his face were twitching at an almost crazy frequency, as if something was about to jump out.

"...What the **** is this?"

Looking at this scene, Annan suddenly felt strong uneasiness in his heart.

Is this the supernatural power of this world?

Annan's intuition told him that if he allowed the opponent to continue to transform, he might have to come out in the second stage to beat him...

As his mind raced, Annan's eyes silently ignited with a cold light, and the sword blade was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost.

——Why don’t you try frost swordsmanship!