Annan carefully searched around Don Juan's room and found something nice.

First of all, he found a short sword in his hand, which was less than sixty centimeters long when it was counted, and looked more like a slightly longer dagger. Its sheath is rich and delicate, and when encased in the sheath, it looks more like a giant fountain pen, and when pulled out, the blade has a strange dark blue reflection.

An intricately decorated silver pocket watch, but the pocket watch has stopped. The pocket watch case is engraved with a three-eyed bird with feathers as sharp as daggers...... This appears to be the coat of arms of the Geraint family. Because Annan saw that there were many other things that were engraved with parts of this pattern.

There was also a bag of coins, some letters, a ring encrusted with sapphires, a seal, two handkerchiefs, a bag of candy, and a snack that Don Juan had just gotten......

The whole room was scraped clean as if it had entered the brave.

The only thing that is slightly noteworthy is the ring.

Because when Annan picked it up, a curtain of light appeared in front of him:

【Navy Guardian】

[Type: Ring (Purple)]

[Description: A relic left for him by Don Juan Geraine's mother, containing cold magic and curses]

[Description: Appears to be some way to break the seal, but it is encrypted ("Mystic Ritual" test failed]

[Description: You have never heard of this curse (you have not passed the "Advanced Curse Science" test)]

Seeing the word "curse", Annan hesitated slightly.

But he thought about it and took it in his arms anyway.

I don't know what it's for, but it's just right not to let the betrayer get it.

And more importantly, Annan found the sword he had seen before entering this dungeon. It hung alive on the wall closest to Annan.

It was a little over a meter long, and the outer sheath was barely ornamented, but polished shiny. Looks elegant and reliable.

After pulling it out, you can see that the blade of the sword is half of your height. It has not yet broken its edge, and the blade is sharp and heavy. If nothing else, this should be John's custom sabre.

The moment he held the sword, Annan was suddenly stunned.

A large number of memories of using his sword came flooding back to his mind. He immediately became a mature, but not so good young swordsman.

— but Annan soon noticed that it wasn't John's memory when he learned to wield the sword. It is the memory of the young "Annan" practicing swords in an icy and snowy environment.

The previous memories passed quickly, and Annan only had time to grasp that feeling. However, the more the memory flowed, the clearer it became, until finally, he finally saw a short, but relatively complete memory:

He was holding a slender sword, lying on the ground exhausted, gasping like a husky. The blade of the sword was not metallic, but white like ivory.

Standing across from Annan was a man who looked to be in his thirties. His appearance is seven points similar to Annan, but his face is cold and harsh, and his eyes are an emotionless ice blue. From this angle, he looked tall and terrifying.

"Stand up and continue."

The man said in a deep voice. The voice was low and hoarse, and the ice-blue eyes seemed to have magical powers.

Just one glance at it makes it feel as if the heart is going to freeze completely. As he breathed steadily, the air around him crystallized, and frost froze on the ground before melting again.

"Stand up, Annan. You've rested enough. ”

"Yes, Father......"

Annan heard his own voice.

The voice shrunk and timid, as if its soul had been frozen.

He plucked up his courage again and stood up.

"Annan" gritted his teeth and raised the blade of his sword. Horizontal across the waist in front of the waist, it makes a somewhat strange pose.

As he drew his sword, white frost erupted from his palm, enveloping the blade with seemingly never-ending snowflakes and cold winds.

Immediately, a layer of frost formed on the white blade. A not-so-obvious frost streak in the air struck the man's knee in a straight arc.

But the man didn't move, just stared at the sword mark. As soon as the frost scar approached him, it was as if it had been cut off by something invisible, suddenly breaking and shattering, and dissipating in the air without a trace.

"Go on."

The man repeated.

This is where the memory fragment comes to an abrupt end.

“…… It's kind of interesting. ”

Annan raised an eyebrow.

It seems that there are a lot of stories about this child. At least he should have an amazing father.

But.

He tightened the sword in his hand, and a burst of realization surged in his heart.

The kind of swordsmanship that rolls up the waves of ice...... I seem to be able to use it now.

Is this that "frost swordsmanship" on the panel?

I only learned the first-level frost sword technique......

What level of power can it be?

At the very least, it should stiffen your qi and blood...... Right?

Annan roughly packed up his things, restored the somewhat messy room, and went out with two swords. The long sword was in his hand, the short sword was carefully hidden in his bosom, and the pocket watch on the table was picked up by him, and used as an excuse to accidentally touch Don Juan, and to call him aside without a trace.

"Young master, come and take a look, your pocket watch has stopped again-"

…… It's basically the same as planting a flag for someone else.

But Annan seems to be overthinking.

He didn't have to run around the boat to find clues.

The clues have found themselves in the door.

As soon as Annan went out, he found that not far from the door, three young men dressed similarly to him were leaning against the corner and pretending to chat, but their eyes were fixed on Don Juan's door.

found that Annan actually took the initiative to open the door and come out, and the three of them were stunned.

They quickly exchanged ideas, and one of them ran away.

Noticing that Annan set his eyes on the man who ran away, the remaining two were obviously a little flustered.

"Here, John!"

One of them had an idea and shouted to Annan: "You guy, where did you just run!" ”

"I was a little sleepy just now, so I took a nap in the young master's room."

When Annan heard this, he walked over and showed a sincere smile: "Why are you also here?" Are you here to take a lazy rest? ”

“…… Well, yes. ”

Seeing the reaction of their former clumsy and unsociable companions, the two felt that something was not right, but they could only respond in this way.

"That's right."

Annan said with a concerned face: "Then the three of you must be very tired standing and chatting here, right?" Why don't you come and sit in the house? That guy shouldn't have gone far yet, or I'll go over and call him first, you go to the house to warm up, there are some sugar cakes on the table, it's delicious......"

"Don't, don't. He's going to ...... I'm going to help cook on the deck. ”

One of the young guards saw that Annan was really going to chase after him, so he hurriedly stopped him, and showed a kind smile with great difficulty: "Aren't we going to go ashore tomorrow, and we will spend the night on the ship tonight." It's time for a big meal! ”

"That's right."

Annan sighed regretfully: "I thought he was going to find Instructor Klaus." ”

Two: "......"

The two of them were shocked, and almost thought that this fool had seen something. However, the two of them are also novices, and they don't know what to say at this time to hold John back.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Annan suddenly spoke: "I feel a little cold. Let's find a quiet place to practice our swords and move our bodies. ”

"It's okay or fine."

One of the guards hurriedly replied, "I know a place ......."

"Uh-huh, I'll go too."

The other man followed.

Seeing Annan make such a request, the two of them showed obvious joy. The two looked at each other and sneered silently.

…… Hey, are you trying to hurt me so obviously?

It's completely undisguised. How iron-clad is this John in your hearts...... It's easy, after all.

Annan couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

He just showed a simple and harmless business smile, and said very politely, "Then you lead the way." ”

Soon, the three of them walked around and turned into a small, empty room, and began to slowly organize the barrels around them, trying to make room.

At this time, Annan had roughly determined that Don Juan's room should be located in the middle of the ship on the negative floor below deck. There are separate hallways outside the two doors of the room.

The ship was roughly seventy meters long, and it was not very spacious, and the rooms were almost all next to each other—except for Don Juan, who had a larger room alone, almost all the other rooms were next to each other, including the room of the captain of the guard.

In other words, anyone who wanted to enter Don Juan's room had to make a special trip this way. Even if they were found at the door, they had no excuse to explain...... Because only Don Juan's room is not adjacent to any room.

So they brought themselves here, probably just to drag themselves out of Don Juan's room.

If you stay in the room, they may knock on the door after a while and find an excuse to trick them out.

"Where's Lord Benjamin?"

Annan asked suddenly.

"I'm still reading in the captain's room."

One of the guards replied casually, "Except for Young Master Don Juan, there is no one to see that big master." ”

"What about the instructor?"

Annan asked, "Am I leaving my post without permission...... Won't you get caught by the instructor? ”

"Don't worry, John. Instructor, he is usually on deck. ”

Another guard said with great certainty: "Only he has the [Eagle Eye] ability, he must always look at the sea, how can he have time to go down the cabin to patrol." ”

"That's ......"

Annan muttered under his breath.

Looking at the two guards with their backs to him and slowly stacking the barrels, Annan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He slowly drew the piece of sword that belonged to John, and the blade shimmered with a cold light.

He didn't want to wait for the enemy to step on his face, so he fought back with a sad face.

No player can resist the temptation of a backstab!

Without hesitation, he stabbed the blade directly at the young guard closest to him, directly through the back of his heart!

The sharp blade pierced straight in, and red blades emerged from his chest.

Then Annan drew his sword horizontally, bringing out a stream of scarlet blood and splashing it on the face of the other person. His right lung was cut in half directly by Annan, and blood gushed into his lungs.

"Eat my righteous backstab!"

After the successful sneak attack, Annan suddenly shouted.

His voice was like thunder, and the other person was so frightened that he almost didn't hold the sword in his hand.

At this time, Annan had already raised the blade of the sword in his hand and slashed straight at the neck of the other person.

Startled by the young guard, a spirit.

He shrank and subconsciously wanted to get out of the way, but he was still a step too late, so he could only raise his left arm to symbolically block it.

But Annan didn't slash vertically at his forearm. Instead, he slashed diagonally, and with a sword, he shaved off a piece of flesh on his arm.

"Hmm——!"

The young guard howled and stumbled backwards.

But he unexpectedly didn't lose the ability to fight back because of the pain-

Annan clearly saw that a faint reddish aura burst out of the young guard's heart. The right arm holding the sword suddenly burst out with countless slender flesh tendons, and there seemed to be countless red insects and ants swimming in the blood, and the right arm holding the sword was much more stable.

He tried to draw his sword and fight back. Annan took a step forward and slapped the blade of the sword sideways.

The long sword that slashed at the opponent was easily slapped away, and the blade lightly swept over the opponent's sword-holding right shoulder, bringing up a pool of blood.

It was just an ordinary sword, and the young guard's veins seemed to explode open, and the blood burst open, wandering on the ground like a living thing.

The young guard couldn't help but let go of his sword, letting out a miserable wail at the sound of the hilt falling to the ground. The muscles of his face twitched at an almost frantic frequency, as if something was about to leap out.

“…… What the hell is this? ”

Looking at this scene, Annan's heart suddenly rose with strong uneasiness.

Is this the supernatural power of this world?

Annan's intuition told him that if he allowed the other party to continue to transform, maybe this guy would play a second phase and beat him......

In a flash of thought, Annan's eyes silently lit up with a cold light, and a thin layer of frost covered the blade of the sword in an instant.

- Why don't you try your hand at the Frost Swordsmanship!