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Annan in David's form narrowed his eyes slightly, walked around the corner as if nothing had happened, and entered the kitchen basement.
Ferdinand's pocket was empty except for the letter and the silver pocket watch. Not even a silver coin.
But Annan was pleasantly surprised.
— that pistol.
It's even a spell.
Because when Annan picked it up, its attribute panel was revealed:
[miss. Quiet]
[Type: Weapon (Purple)]
[Description: A silent gun. The 9mm bullet it houses is as silent as it gets.]
[Effect: From pulling the trigger to firing the bullet, there will be no sound; the person hit by the bullet in this weapon cannot make any sound within ten seconds; every hour of silence for the holder, the weapon will automatically Fill one bullet, up to four.]
[Cost: The holder will suffer from the curse "Speak No More", "Whispers of the Arrogant"]
[Not much to say: If the holder is attacked before finishing speaking, this attack will ignore the defense]
[Whispers of the Madman: If this weapon is in possession, and has four consecutive rounds of dialogue with the victim, and announces that he is about to attack before the attack, then the attack must hit and ignore the defense]
This seems to be a similar ability to [Mirror Tongue]'s domain.
After seeing [The Whispers of the Arrogant], Annan finally knew why [Not much to say] gave him a strange feeling...
I'm afraid [Not much to say] is the prefix of a certain series of spells, the purpose of which is to restrain the spells themselves.
For example [Tongue in the Mirror], for example [Whispers of the Madman].
And Annan suddenly felt a little cold—
He calculated.
After Ferdinand took out this gun, he really only had four rounds of conversations with himself!
It's just that when Ferdinand said the fourth round of dialogue, Annan was concentrating on reading the letter and didn't reply... and when he tried the fourth round of dialogue for the second time, Annan had already used [Lazy Eye] to hypnotize the other party .
If Annan was not so decisive, it was only a little later...
Wait until the sentence "Look, it's mentioned above..." is finished and Annan responds.
Ferdinand was bound to shoot suddenly.
—Because this gun doesn't need to be aimed at the enemy at all to hit. And there is no need to worry about the gunshots attracting other people...
Once Annan was hit by his sure-to-hit attack that ignored defense, Ferdinand could pull out his pistol and fire three more shots in a row, killing Annan directly on the spot!
Although Ferdinand's letter did not describe the physical characteristics of the red-haired brother, he still had doubts about Annan and became murderous!
And Ferdinand hid it well... Until the end, Annan's perception didn't warn him.
... Was it that time
Annan recalled, when Ferdinand saw the silver ring in "David"'s hand, his eyes suddenly paused.
Does he think I'm a silver-rank wizard
With such vigilant thoughts in mind, Annan made a special effort—he used Ferdinand's clothes to wrap his head into a big rice dumpling.
After that, Annan stuffed him into the fish bucket.
That heavy punch was enough to send Ferdinand into a state of moderate concussion; and the relatively confined space in the fish barrel, together with the clothing on his head, could further prolong his waking time. It doesn't matter if you accidentally kill him.
But just to be on the safe side, Annan must come out within twenty minutes—
According to Annan's common sense, a concussion of this degree usually means being in a coma for 20 minutes to half an hour. Retrograde amnesia cannot be expected from the other party, so Annan must take him away, extract a confession and execute him before he wakes up.
—Then Annan strangled the red hair who was also in a coma by the way.
Although Annan felt that the skull of his red-haired friend seemed to have been accidentally hammered by him...but just in case.
It would be bad if he woke up and yelled, and Ferdinand was found unconscious.
Let's make it quick.
As soon as he walked into the basement, Annan put the silver coin between his right fingers again. And the gun named "Miss Quiet" was collected by Annan in David's too loose left cuff.
In the basement of the kitchen, there was a white cold air visible to the naked eye.
This is not so much a basement as a cold storage.
The temperature is at least below zero.
The cold air, which is enough to make ordinary people start to shiver soon after entering, is meaningless to Annan's marble body today.
Annan looked around and saw a lot of fresh meat and vegetables on different shelves. He also saw something bulging in bags, whether it was grain or something, piled up in a corner of a certain room.
The basement of this kitchen is very spacious, about the same size as the warehouse where Vasily stayed. But the difference is that there are twists and turns here... Each room is only ten to twenty square meters, and Annan has already walked through five or six rooms in it.
Suddenly, Annan stopped in his tracks.
Because he saw another person.
A white-haired old man in a rough linen gown sat cross-legged on the altar with his back to Annan.
That was an extremely weird sitting posture.
His spine seemed to be pierced by nails from top to bottom—straight and straight, and a red gemstone was placed on top of his head. Just in line with his spine.
But at this moment, Annan looked from behind... He could clearly see that a red line was left from the ruby, submerged on the old man's back, and entered the altar.
The altar diffuses this laser-like red line through complex transformations into a complex six intersecting rings, and two lines extend from the rings to form an angle of 120 degrees.
-found it.
This should be the tip of the hexagram.
"Crow, take it."
The old man made an extremely skinny voice: "Be careful, don't step on the red line..."
He seemed to be on the verge of exhaustion—it was hard to keep his eyes open.
He didn't see that it wasn't Ferdinand who walked in... but Annan.
But Annan did not pass.
He just looked at the old man, silently took out "Quiet".
Aimed at the old man's back with a pistol.
—the red thread on his back leading to the jewel.
"If you want to do it... the crow. I advise you to take the guiding stone first."
The old man spoke slowly, making a hoarse voice: "The spine is the root of the earth. If the root is broken, the tree will die... If the tree is dead, the fruit will fall. The guiding stone is very fragile."
… a ceremonial master.
How much does he have to do with this ritual
When Annan heard this, his heart moved, and he slightly shifted the muzzle of the gun.
But it's not about the heart... it's about the thighs.
Then Annan pulled the trigger.
He pulled the trigger silently, the bullet flew out silently, and hit the target silently. The whole process is as funny as a silent film, without any sense of reality.
But when the old man opened his eyes and trembled because of the sudden severe pain—he opened his mouth wide, but did not make any sound.
He just sat forward, then fell silently to the side, his body collided with the ground silently, and wailed silently at the top of his throat. The ruby fell from the top of his head, fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
Then, it shattered.
Like an overly plump red fruit falling on the ground and turning into a puddle of mud... The red gemstone hit the ground, but it turned into a puddle of soft rotten red mud like red crystal mud being smashed on the ground.
The red beam shattered instantly, but the six red rings on the ground just disappeared.
Annan stepped forward without hesitation and dragged the old man off the altar.
At the same time Annan tore off the robe on his body and threw it away; he put his hands together and held them tightly with his left hand. And with the help of the temporary height advantage, the old man was lifted off the ground, keeping his tailbone away from the ground.
"You were caught by me, old sir."
In Annan's mouth, the cheerful voice of "David" came out: "Now—I ask, you answer."
Annan said and put his right hand in front of the old man.
Let his trembling body see a silver coin protruding from Annan's finger.
"The answer is good, I will treat your injuries. Heal all the injuries on your body."
Annan said gently: "But if the answer is not good..."
Annan said, raising his right hand horizontally to the right.
A sharp silver blade pierced out from Annan's fingers without a sound.
"do you understand?"
Annan said, and said slowly: "Remember...keep quiet."
At this time, the effect of silence is over.
The old man nodded tremblingly, trembling his body, endured the pain and said in a very low voice: "I... I will be quiet."
"very good."
Annan asked calmly: "The first question, who are you?"