Chapter 6 Broken Mirror

"call……"

Seeing that he silently killed three people with three consecutive attacks, Annan relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Just now, Annan suddenly had a strong intuition in his heart - if he made the fourth knife, he might die.

Although he knew that theoretically he would not die from frost damage, the strong heart palpitations made Annan withdraw his idea of ​​making a few more cuts.

For the first time, he felt that the breath he exhaled was so cold, like the wind blowing from a cold room. His chest was also cold, and the right hand holding the sword was frozen almost unconscious, and the strong chill continued to spread from the wrist to the arm.

At this time, a cold soreness came from the shoulders and wrists.

Immediately, a strong itch mixed with numbness surging in his chest.

"Cough...cough..."

Annan's body stiffened, he coughed twice, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

But this pain was mixed with soreness and itching, but it seemed to make him experience a self-abuse-level exercise. Annan couldn't help but feel the pain that was difficult to move, but a strong sense of pleasure was born in his heart.

That is, his own rationality restrained him and told him "you have to take a break", so that he could resist his desire to jump up and vomit blood on the ground...

Annan immediately stopped in place and began to take a deep breath to adjust his state, trying to exhale all the cold air immersed in his lungs. After repeating it six or seven times, he felt a little warmth in his chest and his limbs gradually warmed up.

This pain always feels unusual.

To be on the safe side, he still opened his panel.

In a copy, attributes, occupations and other things seem to be invisible. All Annan can see is his health and erosion:

Health: 70%

Erosion: 4%

"This frost sword technique hurts the body a bit..."

Annan frowned slightly, and his memory suddenly grew.

He has a lot of heart in himself. He is not using Annan's body now, but John's.

John didn't get any injuries before, but he used Frost Sword three times in a row, and suddenly his health was deducted by 30%.

When he used the frost sword technique before, he obviously didn't pay any price...

He suddenly recalled the memory fragment that belonged to the original body of "Annan" he had seen before——

Obviously, Xiao Annan only slashed one or two swords at a time, but he looked very tired. It's not like he lacks strength because of his young age, but it's a bit like what he looks like now...

It seems that Frost Swordsmanship should have a built-in CD, and it can only be used twice in a row at most, otherwise it will be a burden on the body.

"As expected of the secret swordsmanship of the Duke family..."

Annan sighed with satisfaction.

According to the general routine, the more such a skill that burdens oneself, the stronger it should be.

Don't you see that Hatake's 55-year-old enemy, the legendary Matt, who almost succeeded in one-for-one by relying on the unique skill of perishing with one hand.

The identity of "Annan" should probably be the direct descendant of the Duke of Winter.

This is the prince's son!

Although I don't know how many children the Duke has, I can be regarded as one of the heirs of the duchy... In the future, we can still look forward to the leisurely days of prosperity and wealth, eating and waiting to die...

Annan exhaled a sigh of cold air again, and then he straightened up. Drag the bodies of the three people who were silently assassinated into the house one by one.

Like the stealth assassination game he played.

After killing someone, be sure to remember to hide the body. Otherwise, killing is basically the same as killing in vain.

It's a pity that there is no such convenient thing as a trash can or a wardrobe that can put a lot of corpses...

So Annan thought a little bit,

The three corpses were stuffed under the quilt. Only the back of the head and the two faces that were closely leaning against each other were exposed.

He specifically chose the side that wasn't frozen and looked relatively intact to put outside.

As long as there are no weirdos in this room, it should be fine. The bodies of these three people should be able to hide until the end of the dungeon.

...If you really come across that kind of pervert who dares to go into the room to look closely at such a chilling scene, or even lift the quilt to look carefully, then Annan will not do the same.

After all, psychology is knowledge that is only useful to humans...

Annan waited for a while, and found that even though he no longer breathed out the air-conditioning, the pain was relieved, but the health value that had fallen did not recover naturally.

He pouted in disappointment.

Can't breathe back to the blood...

It seems that his injury has recovered, but his health value has not risen.

...Or is this internal injury because he was only in a "nightmare" and could recover so quickly?

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

He no longer wastes time. Seeing that his health had not recovered, he went straight out of the door and planned to hunt for the next step.

Annan repeated this rhythm of hiding first - then meeting with a big backstab, killing all the guards under the deck, either patrolling or resting.

Counting the three people at the beginning, there are eleven people in total.

It sounds like a very arduous project, but under the premise that no one received any warnings, and it seems that all the guards were not advanced, this only delayed Annan for less than half an hour.

Although he can't be sure, everyone killed by him is a betrayal...

But in the end, it's just a copy, just an illusory dream, a story that happened a day ago. In the real history, perhaps the betrayers have already successfully killed their masters and left with the wealth and secret treasures belonging to Don Juan.

If you can't tell which ones are traitors, kill them all.

By this time, Annan had realized that something was obviously wrong-

He noticed a detail he hadn't noticed last week.

Why didn't he see a servant or even a female worker doing chores on this ship?

This is obviously unreasonable. Don Juan is only thirteen or fourteen years old this year. Even if he is assigned to a remote town to be a lord, it is impossible for him not to give him a single servant.

It's not decent at all...and they have an old wizard with them. Who will take care of his daily life?

To say that so many servants could not be carried, or that the servants were on other ships, it was obviously nonsense. Annan saw many empty rooms, which were obviously servants' rooms - several people were squeezed into a small space, and there were obvious traces of life, some coats, and even half a glass of fresh water.

Likewise, there is no one inside.

Are they all on deck? All in the captain's room?

It's unlikely...

Therefore, after clearing all the patrolling guards, Annan began to carefully search the houses.

Finally, Annan found them in a room presumably used to store household waste and smelled from outside the room.

- in the form of a corpse.

"……What's this?"

Annan frowned, a little surprised that he was calm without the slightest disgust or fear.

He shook his head and looked at them carefully.

These ordinary people dressed as servants were tied up by ropes and hung upside down, bled to death. From the traces, it can be roughly judged that they should have been arrested first and then killed.

The blood on the ground has cooled, but it has not completely dried up. It should have been a while ago. The reason why the blood could not be smelled from the outside was only because the cracks of the door and the doorknob outside were covered with fresh dirt, which was isolated with a stronger smell.

But in the room, it seems to have been cleaned beforehand, and there is no dirt at all.

Only half-dried blood and footprints deliberately stepped on the blood. Those footprints were densely packed and seemed to circle around the middle of the room several times.

Annan looked at it carefully, and finally found a detail from the center of the circle of footprints like a grinding mill:

In the middle of the room, where the bloodstains were the thickest, was a tongue. Judging by the length and thickness, it seems, probably, maybe... ox tongue?

Annan carefully avoided the bloodstain and approached to see it.

He didn't dare to touch anything, he could only look from a distance. After looking at it for a long time, he realized that a strange symbol was embroidered on the ox tongue with black thread or something. Under the ox tongue, there is a very small mirror.

"……what?"

Suddenly, Annan was startled.

He recalled that last week when he was hacked to death by Klaus——

After he saw Klaus, he decisively launched an all-out sneak attack on the opponent. And Klaus just looked at him with his mouth shut, and Annan was suddenly hit by his own attack.

It's like the damage is being redirected... that's not like a rebound. Because the height of "John" and Krause are not the same, the blow he hit on Krause's chest should have hit his abdomen if it rebounded.

That's more like some kind of mapping...

At that time, because the Captain Klaus did not know that Annan would not be killed by the freezing injury, and seeing that he did not die immediately like the others, he mocked his half-baked frost swordsmanship.

At that moment, Annan vaguely saw another black rune that was symmetrical to this rune in Claus's mouth.

—Or rather, the same rune as the reflection in the mirror.

The mirror did not reflect the runes on the ox tongue.

Because the runes on the ox tongue face up, but the mirror is below the ox tongue... This means that the mirror image of the runes on the ox tongue is hidden on the "other side" that cannot be seen or exists in the mirror.

If the mirror image exists, then this mirror image rune should be exactly the same as the rune in Claus's mouth!

Annan suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

He realized where Klaus' strange ability came from...

...Perhaps, this is the source of Klaus' ability to feed back his own attacks!

Annan raised his long sword. But after thinking about it, he cautiously put the sword back.

He has such a handy weapon in his hand...

He took out the exquisitely shaped long dagger that belonged to Don Juan from his arms.

"I haven't practiced flying knives before..."

Annan muttered, still standing outside the blood trail.

He didn't know how to destroy this ceremony, but it was best not to drag himself into it - he didn't dare to step on those footprints. Anyway, either smash the ox tongue out, or smash the mirror, or string the ox tongue and the mirror together... Try one by one.

If it doesn't work, go out and search for the bodies again. Find the weapons of those traitors and smash them one by one.

At a distance of less than three meters, even if it is a ring, you have to get one.

Annan gestured with the dagger for a long time before throwing it out.

Very lucky... Or rather, this dagger is also very good, and did not ask Annan to do any extra work - Annan's first blow was to string the ox tongue and the mirror together.

While cutting the rune on the ox tongue in half, it also smashed the weird mirror successfully!