Great, everything is going well.
I’ve gotten some new information…
Annan, in the form of David, squinted slightly. Then, he walked around the corner nonchalantly and entered the kitchen basement.
Ferdinand’s pocket was empty, aside from the note and the silver pocket watch. There wasn’t even a single silver coin.
But Annan got a surprise.
Surprisingly, that pistol was a curse vessel.
Because when Annan picked it up, its attribute panel was revealed.
[Miss Quiet]
[Type: Weapon (Purple)]
[Description: A silent gun. Its built-in 9mm bullet is as silent as it gets.]
[Effect: From pulling the trigger to the firing of the bullet, there will be no sound throughout the whole process; the person who is hit by the bullet of this weapon will not make any sound within ten seconds; the weapon will automatically fill in one bullet for every hour the holder is silent with the upper limit as four.]
[Price: The holder will suffer the curse “Speak No Evil”, “Whispers of the Arrogant”.]
[Speak No Evil: If the wielder is attacked before he is done speaking, this attack ignores all defense.]
[Whispers of the Arrogant: If the holder is engaging in four continuous rounds of dialogue with the attacked and announces that he is about to attack prior to shooting while the weapon is in possession, this attack will be a sure-fire and ignores all defense.]
This seemed to be in a similar ability domain of the [Tongue in the Mirror].
After reading the [Whisper of the Arrogant], Annan finally knew why [Speak No Evil] gave him a strange feeling.
[Speak No Evil] was the prefix of a specific series of curses. The purpose was to restrain such curses themselves.
For example, the [Tongue in the Mirror], or the [Whisper of the Arrogant].
And Annan suddenly felt a slight chill.
He figured it out.
After Ferdinand took out this gun, he had only four rounds of dialogue with him!
It was just that when Ferdinand said the fourth round of dialogue, Annan concentrated on reading the note and did not reply… So when he made a second attempt to have the fourth round of dialogue, Annan had already used [Slothful Eye] to hypnotize him.
If Annan wasn’t so decisive and was just a little bit slower, responding only after the sentence that went, “Look, it’s mentioned here…”
Ferdinand was bound to shoot immediately because this gun could make a sure hit without aiming at the enemy. There was also no need to worry that the sound of gunfire would attract other people.
Once Annan was hit by his sure-fire attack that ignored all defenses, Ferdinand would be able to fire three more shots in a row and kill Annan on the spot!
Although the physical features of the red-haired brother were not described on Ferdinand’s note, he still had doubts about Annan and had murderous intentions!
And Ferdinand hid it very well… Even until the end, Annan’s perception didn’t warn him.
Was it that time?
Annan recalled that when Ferdinand saw the silver ring in “David”‘s hand, his gaze suddenly stopped.
Does he think I’m a Silver Rank wizard?
With such vigilant thoughts in mind, Annan deliberately put in more effort— he wrapped Ferdinand’s head like a giant dumpling with Ferdinand’s clothes.
After that, Annan stuffed him into the fish barrel.
That heavy punch was enough to knock Ferdinand into a state of moderate concussion; the slightly confined space in the fish barrel coupled with the clothes on his head could further prolong his wakefulness. Of course, it also wouldn’t matter if he were accidentally killed.
But to be on the safe side, Annan had to be out within 20 minutes—
Annan thought a concussion of this level usually meant being unconscious for twenty minutes to half an hour. He couldn’t just bet that Ferdinand would get retrograde amnesia, so he had to take the victim away before it was too late. He would interrogate and then execute the victim.
Annan would then strangle the redhead, who was also unconscious while he was at it.
Although Annan had previously felt that he had accidentally cracked the skull of his red-haired friend, it was just for precaution.
It would be bad if he woke up and started yelling, leading people to find Ferdinand in an unconscious state.
Let’s get it over with.
Upon entering the basement, Annan put the silver coin between his right fingers again. He then put the gun named [Miss Quiet] into David’s overly loose left cuff.
In the kitchen basement, white cold air visible to the naked eye enshrouded its surroundings.
It was more of a freezer than a basement.
The temperature was at least negative.
The cold air was enough to make ordinary people start shivering shortly after entering but were pointless to Annan’s marble torso.
Annan looked around and saw lots of fresh meat and vegetables set on different shelves. He also saw something bulging in the bags piled up in the corner of the room, probably food or something.
The kitchen basement was spacious, about the size of the warehouse where Vasily lived. The difference was its twists and turns. Each room was only ten to twenty square meters, and Annan had walked through five or six of them.
Suddenly, Annan stopped because he saw another person.
A grey-haired old man in a rough linen gown sat cross-legged on the altar with his back facing towards Annan.
It was a strange sitting posture.
His spine seemed to have been penetrated by nails from top to bottom—extremely straight. A red gem was placed at the top of his head, just so it happened to connect with his spine.
At this moment, Annan looked from behind. He could see that a red line spread from the ruby that emerged from the old man’s back and entered the altar.
Through a complex Alteration, the altar dispersed this laser-like red line into a complex 120° that had six intersecting circles, with two lines extending from the circles.
Found it.
This should be one of the corners of the hexagon.
“Crow, take it away.” The old man spoke in a feeble voice, “Be careful, don’t step on the red line…”
He seemed to be running out of energy, needing great strength to keep his eyes open.
He didn’t see that it was not Ferdinand who walked in but Annan instead.
But Annan didn’t walk over.
He just looked at the old man and silently took out [Miss Quiet].
The pistol was aimed at the old man’s back.
The red line on his back led to the gem.
“If you want to do it… Crow, I advise you to take the Magnetic Stone first.”
The old man said slowly with a hoarse voice, “My spine is the root leading to the earth. If the root is broken, the tree will die. If the tree dies, the fruit will also fall. Magnetic Stones are very fragile.”
A ritualist.
How much does he have to do with this ritual?
Annan’s heart wavered as he heard these words and shifted the muzzle slightly.
Not towards the heart but the thighs.
Then, Annan pulled the trigger.
He pulled the trigger silently, the bullet flew out silently, and it hit the target silently. The whole process was as comical as a silent film, and there was no sense of reality.
But when the old man opened his eyes due to sudden severe pain and his body trembling— he opened his mouth up wide yet didn’t make a sound.
He just fell forward and then silently to the side. His body silently crashed to the ground as he wailed silently. The ruby fell from the top of his head onto the ground with a crisp sound.
Then, the ruby shattered like an overly plentiful red fruit that fell to the ground and turned into a pool of mud. Yet the red gem that smashed onto the ground turned into a pool of soft red mud as if it was red crystal mud that was smashed to the ground.
The red light beam shattered instantly, but the six red rings on the ground simply disappeared.
Annan stepped forward without hesitation and dragged the old man off the altar.
Meanwhile, Annan tore off the old man’s robe and threw it away, put the old man’s hands together, and held them firmly with his left hand. Then, with the help of a temporary height advantage, he lifted the old man off the ground, keeping his tailbone away from the ground.
“You have been captured by me, old man.”
David’s voice came out of Annan’s mouth, “I ask, you answer.”
Annan put his right hand in front of the old man as he spoke to let the trembling old man see that a silver coin was sticking out of his fingers.
“If your answers are satisfactory, I’ll heal you. I’ll heal all of your wounds.”
Annan said gently, “But if the answer is unsatisfactory…”
Annan raised his right hand towards the right as he spoke.
A silver blade pierced out silently from Annan’s fingers.
“Do you understand?” Annan said slowly, “Remember… be quiet.”
At this time, the effect of silence had ended.
The old man nodded shakily. Then, he said softly as his body trembled to endure the pain, “I… I will be quiet.”
“Very good.” Annan asked calmly, “First question, who are you.”
