Annan's body was still spewing chilling frost.

Before he could take out the kitchen knife, Salvatore immediately pressed Annan's arm and winked at him.

Even if his frozen palms hurt because of this, he just grinned.

He vigilantly pointed to the players behind him, and commanded loudly:

"There's none of your business here! Spread out, go and a few people to notify the security guards to put out the fire! ”

"No, no, no...... It doesn't matter, Salvatore. ”

Annan only gave him a gentle smile and stretched out his hand to signal that the players did not need to leave.

Hearing two diametrically opposed commands, the players were a little abrupt for a while, not knowing whether they should go or stay, and they hesitated to stay where they were.

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

Although the same NPC, the same wizard. But apparently the words of the faction leader are better.

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

And from the satchel he carried, he lifted the entire blade of the knife with the entire body soaked in blood boning knife, and threw the excess blood on the ground casually - like a nurse who emptied the air in the syringe and prepared an infusion.

This action was too wide-open, and Salvatore immediately retreated backwards to prevent Annan from slashing himself when he threw blood.

And when the players saw this scene, they were almost silent.

They watched in almost horror as Annan pulled out a blood-stained kitchen knife...... And the inside of his satchel was covered in blood, as if it contained something that shouldn't be contained.

They began to regret it a little...... Should I have followed Salvatore's advice just now?

You won't be killed when you see this, right?!

The point is, if you really kill it, it's no problem, but don't deduct favorability!

"I remember, you are going to ...... You've used it, right? ”

Salvatore showed a subtle expression, and asked a little embarrassed and cautious, "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 bread at first." But it turned out that it didn't work. Because the bread sucks blood, it spews blood desperately, and finally the whole bread is red......

"Instead, I cut a slice of ham, but it didn't get much blood, and I can still eat it when I rub it."

Originally, Annan planned to take a kitchen knife from the kitchen of the Frozen Water Port City Lord's Mansion. However, this may leak your spell away from the natives - unlike what would happen to the players.

And it's quite a waste of things.

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

He can't always fill the table with a smile when the guests come to the door, and then introduce to the other party, "Come and try this is a dish I made with a knife chopped by Gerald", "This is a dish I made with a knife chopped by the viscount, I must taste it", "This is a dish I made with a knife chopped Salvatore, especially nourishing" or something.

If Annan kept asking his subordinates to buy new kitchen knives and come back and go to the kitchen to "oil them", they might have suspected what Annan had taken out these kitchen knives for.

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

But if someone wronged him lost the kitchen knife, it would be pure shamelessness - even if Annan would not blame the other party, but after all, he wronged people and made innocent people suffer for no reason.

In the end, Annan regretfully found that he could only use the kitchen knife that came with the gift when he got this spell.

It's better than bothering someone else.

And Annan unexpectedly found that this kitchen knife was actually not as inconvenient as he thought.

If you keep walking around with it, the picture will be very scary. But if you just put it in your bag, it will drip blood much slower.

It is introduced, "a kitchen knife that can never wipe blood". Annan simply experimented, if it was hung upside down, it would drip about a milliliter of blood per minute; But if you try to wipe the blood off its surface, it will immediately leach out more blood in the next second.

If, on the other hand, the surface of it is covered in blood, or it remains immersed in blood, it will stop bleeding.

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

Probably that's it and its last stubbornness.

It's a pity.

Annan originally wondered if he could hang it up and make it into a steady supply of plasma or something—if it was human blood, it could be made into a blood bag; If it weren't for human blood...... It can also be made into blood balls or blood sausages or blood wang or something.

Unfortunately, it vomited blood too slowly.

It was so slow that when Annan put it in his bag, the satchel wouldn't drip blood or anything from the seams.

So Annan simply took it with him. Every morning or evening, use it to peel a fruit or slice ham and cut a piece of meat or something, and you can eat it anyway, so it's not a big problem.

This also ensures that whenever he encounters an enemy, Annan can take it out and use it to break his spell.

Annan raised the blood-dripping kitchen knife and smiled gently but pleasantly at Salvatore, who was dodging him:

"I'm going to use him to break my spell—are you okay?"

“…… I'm fine, but they ......."

Salvatore looked at the players with some hesitation.

Without hesitation, Annan replied, "I trust them - they will keep it a secret for me." This is a pact I have made with them. ”

The players were a little dazed.

When was the agreement......

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

"But you can explain to them what a spell is. I haven't talked about them in detail before...... You know why. ”

Annan skipped this part in a vague tone, and then replied with a straight and serious face: "Because I think they all have the qualifications to become transcendental." ”

“…… Well, if you want. ”

Salvatore shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the players, glancing at Gerald, who was still struggling slowly and making a gura-rata sound, all covered in ice.

It's a good time to use this opportunity to introduce players to the setting......

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

I'm going to have to make up for it.

Otherwise, you will freeze to death......

"I'm sorry, friend."

Annan smiled briskly and said in a very low voice: "We really have no worries and no complaints...... But I will not accept your surrender.

"You can almost give up struggling. I'll give you a good time, you can do it well, give me more experience-"

As he spoke, he lightly used his kitchen knife to cut a very light frost mark.

The blood droplets on the kitchen knife instantly turned white, flew out, and nailed into Gerald's body, before the blood on the kitchen knife began to melt again.

The frost scar silently sank into Gerald's body, which was frozen into a lump, and made a "Kara" sound that Annan was already somewhat familiar with.

Not dead?

Annan was a little surprised, and slashed out a second knife, then a third knife-

[Kill a Silver Tier enemy in battle and gain 1240 Public XP points]

At the next moment when Annan had just finished exclaiming in his heart, "The silver-level wizard is really fat", he suddenly realized......

It seems that the pressure I felt when I slashed out the Frost Sword Technique three times was far less than before?

Thinking so, he immediately opened the properties page.