Chapter 70 It and Its Last Stubbornness

Annan's body was still spewing chilling frost.

Before he took out the kitchen knife, Salvatore immediately held Annan's arm and winked at Annan.

He just grinned, even though his palms, which had been frozen because of this, hurt.

He vigilantly faced the players behind, and commanded loudly:

"It's none of your business here! They're all scattered, go and call the security guards to put out the fire!"

"No no no... it doesn't matter, Salvatore."

Annan just gave him a gentle smile, and reached out to signal that the players do not need to leave.

Hearing two diametrically opposed orders, the players were a little abrupt for a while, not knowing whether they should go or stay, and stayed where they were very hesitantly.

They looked at each other for a while, and finally decided to follow Annan's orders.

Although they are also NPCs, they are also wizards. But obviously the words of the faction leader are better.

After Annan stopped the players from leaving, he turned to look at Salvatore.

And from the satchel that he carried with him, he lifted the whole blade with a boning knife soaked in blood, and threw the excess blood on the ground - just like a person who emptied the air in the needle tube and was preparing for an infusion. like a nurse.

This action was too big, and Salvatore forced Salvatore to retreat back and forth to prevent Annan from slashing himself when he threw blood.

When the players saw this scene, they were almost silent.

They watched in horror as Annan took out a blood-stained kitchen knife... and the inside of his satchel was full of blood, as if it was loaded with something that shouldn't be loaded.

They began to regret...whether they should have followed Salvatore's advice and backed away.

Seeing this will not be silenced, right? !

The point is, if you really keep your mouth shut, it's fine, but don't deduct your favorability!

"I remember, you have to... use it?"

Salvatore showed a subtle expression, and asked with some embarrassment and caution: "Are you sure you have used it?"

"Yes, I cut a slice of ham with it and ate it before I went out."

Annan nodded and replied in a low voice: "I actually wanted to cut the bread at first. But I found that this is not possible. Because the bread will suck blood, it will spit blood desperately, and finally the whole bread is red...

"Instead, I cut a piece of ham, but it didn't get much blood, and I could eat it after rubbing it."

Originally, Annan planned to take a kitchen knife from the kitchen of the City Lord's Mansion of Frozen Water Port. But this may leak one's own curse from the natives - which is not the same as leaking to the players.

And it's quite a waste.

After all, no matter how big Annan's heart is, it is impossible for him to put a kitchen knife that has cut people back into the kitchen.

He can't always fill a table full of dishes for the other party with a smile when the guests come to the door, and then introduce to the other party "Come, come and taste this dish I made with the knife that chopped Gerald", "This is the dish that I made with Gerald's knife" The dishes I made with the knife that chopped the Viscount must be tasted", "This is the dish I made with the knife that chopped Salvatore, especially for people" and so on.

If Annan kept asking his servants to buy new kitchen knives and "oil them" in the kitchen, they would probably suspect Annan about what he did with these kitchen knives.

At that time, some terrifying rumors may spread out, which will affect Annan's personal image...

But if you wronged someone for losing the kitchen knife, it would be pure shamelessness - even if Annan wouldn't blame the other party, but after all, he wronged someone and made innocent people wronged for no reason.

In the end, Annan unfortunately found that he could only use the kitchen knife that was given as a gift when he got the spell.

It's better than bothering others.

And Annan accidentally discovered that this kitchen knife was not as inconvenient as he thought.

If you keep walking around with it,

That picture was terrifying. But if you just put it in a bag, its bleeding speed will be much slower.

Its introduction is, "a kitchen knife that never wipes blood." And Annan simply tested it. If it was suspended upside down, it would drip about one milliliter of blood per minute; but if you tried to wipe the blood off its surface, it would immediately leach more blood in the next second. blood.

If, on the other hand, you smear its surface with blood, or keep it immersed in blood, it will stop bleeding.

In other words, the reason why it keeps oozing blood is just to keep the requirement of "blood on the kitchen knife".

Probably this is it and its last stubbornness.

This is actually quite a pity.

Annan originally wondered if he could hang it to make a steady supply of plasma or something—if it was human blood, it could be made into a blood bag; if it wasn’t human blood… it could also be made into blood pellets or blood Intestine or blood prosperous or something.

Unfortunately, it vomited blood too slowly.

When Annan put it in the bag, the bag wouldn't drip blood or anything from the seam.

So Annan simply took it with him. Use it every morning or night to peel a fruit or slice ham and cut meat or something. It can be eaten by rubbing it anyway, and it's not a big problem.

This can also ensure that any time he encounters an enemy, Annan can take it out and use it to dissolve his own curse.

Annan raised the bloody kitchen knife and showed a gentle and pleasant smile to Salvatore who avoided him:

"I'm going to use him to break my spell - are you okay with that?"

"...I don't mind, but they..."

Salvatore looked at the players hesitantly.

Annan replied without hesitation: "I trust them - they will definitely keep the secret for me. This is an agreement between me and them."

The players were at a loss for a while.

When is the agreement...

But they are all smart people, no one asked about it, but regarded it as their "character setting" as a matter of course, and nodded in agreement.

"But you can explain to them what a curse is. I haven't told them in detail before... You know why."

Annan skipped this part vaguely, and then replied with a straight and serious face: "Because I think they all have the qualifications to become extraordinary people."

"...well, if you want."

Salvatore shrugged, glanced at Gerald, who was covered in ice, but was still struggling slowly and constantly, and walked towards the players.

Exactly, use this opportunity to introduce some settings to the players...

Annan breathed a sigh of relief, walked into Gerald with a kitchen knife, and took a general look.

Gotta make some quick fixes.

Otherwise, you will freeze to death...

"Sorry, friend."

Annan smiled briskly and said in a very low voice: "We are indeed free from worries...but I do not accept your surrender.

"You can almost give up the struggle. Let me give you a good time, you can do it too, give more experience-"

He said, lightly using a kitchen knife to cut a very light frost mark.

The blood drop on the kitchen knife turned white instantly, was knocked out and nailed into Gerald's body, and then the blood on the kitchen knife began to melt again.

The frost marks silently entered Gerald's body, which was frozen into a lump, and made a "kara" sound that Annan was already familiar with.

Not dead?

Annan was a little surprised, he split the second knife, then the third knife——

[Kill silver-level enemies in battle and gain 1240 public experience points]

In the next moment when Annan had just finished exclaiming in his heart, "Silver-rank wizards are really fat", he suddenly realized...

It seems that the pressure he felt when he cut out three frost swordsmanships was far less than before?

He thought so, and opened the property page for the first time.