After the mirror was broken, no shards of glass flew out.
A large number of purple-red cracks began to appear on the entire mirror surface, and something colorless and invisible overflowed from them.
Tiny whispers can still be heard in my ears.
Annan barely managed to catch that there seemed to be a very faint smell of spices in the air. But he couldn't answer what kind of spices it was. After all, he had not studied the spices in this world... He could only barely smell it. It seemed to be a kind of spices.
A flavor somewhere between Sichuan peppercorns and burnt wood.
Of course, if we meet again next time, Annan is still sure to be able to recall it.
Suddenly, a line of blood-red, somewhat scrawled characters appeared in front of Annan's eyes:
[Curse has been cut off—Tongue in the Mirror]
The next moment, the cow tongue nailed together on the broken mirror suddenly ignited with purple flames. At the same time, it also emitted a strong stench, like the smell of tartar and blood mixed together.
The flames rose instantly and burned the cow tongue.
Then, in the broken mirror, a very strong hurricane suddenly rolled up. The wind was so strong that Annan staggered and almost stepped on the blood stains in front of him.
But these bloodstains did not last long.
The invisible hurricane swept by, and the blood on the ground seemed to have been licked by a dog. After a few times, it was sucked clean, and no trace of blood could be found. Even the air no longer contained the smell of blood.
...It was as if something Annan couldn't see was wiping the stains on the ground hard.
Soon, the hurricane subsided.
The blood, filth, corpses and ashes of cow tongues throughout the room were all sucked into the mirror.
There was only one mirror left in the center of the room.
The mirror looked like porcelain with cracks in the ice, or like a mobile phone screen that fell to the ground after being covered with film. It was broken and looked very miserable, but not a single piece of glass fell out.
Annan walked over and tentatively touched the mirror.
Sure enough, a curtain of light immediately appeared in front of his eyes:
【Tongueless Mirror】
[Type: Material/Miscellaneous (Blue)]
[Description: The destroyed spell has lost its original function]
[Effect: The holder will be cursed "No more words"]
[No more words: If the holder is attacked before he finishes speaking, this attack ignores defense]
Looking at the properties of this mirror, Annan fell into deep confusion.
"...is this thing of any use?"
Is this used to provide a "please last last hit before pressing again" warning?
Or... the function it was damaged is that "attacks suffered while silent can be rebounded"?
Annan thought for a while and decided to find a place to hide the mirror first.
It's a bit scary to carry this thing around with you...
After that, Annan found a place to put the mirror, picked up the sword and went out.
As soon as he went out, he saw Klaus, the captain of the guard, who was rushing here in a hurry and had just passed the last corner.
When Annan saw Klaus, Klaus also felt something and raised his head.
He also happened to see Annan who had just come out of the room.
The moment they saw each other, they stopped what they were doing.
Annan was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, but just clenched the sword in his hand.
The strange thing is that Klaus didn't attack directly.
When he saw Annan walking out of the room, he immediately looked at Annan's mouth. Seeing Annan's mouth tightly closed, Klaus's pupils shrank immediately, and he also began to close his mouth tightly and remain silent, reaching out to hold his hand.
The sword hilt stood motionless.
This detail made Annan's heart move slightly, but there was no reaction on his face.
Neither of them moved, nor spoke.
Suddenly, there was a terrible silence in the narrow corridor.
The almost solid air was thick and cold, surging with undisguised murderous intent and malice.
After remaining silent for a few seconds, the vague thoughts in Annan's mind became clearer and clearer:
...Why doesn't Klaus attack me?
Did he not want to?
No, Annan was sure that Klaus must want to kill him... The killing intent in his eyes was almost boiling, and his slightly narrowed eyes were filled with the indifference of a reptile.
Just by looking into Klaus's eyes, Annan could hear tiny, inaudible whispers coming from his ears.
In his eyes, Klaus's figure gradually became distorted and exaggerated, with purple-red mist steaming from his body... But Annan looked carefully again, but it seemed that it was just an illusion.
Klaus, the captain of the guard, still stood there motionless, his mouth tightly closed, saying nothing.
unless……
It's not that Klaus doesn't want to attack him, but he doesn't dare!
Annan suddenly understood.
Perhaps Klaus couldn't see that the mirror was broken, or he didn't have a deep understanding of this knowledge. He might have thought that Annan had the same ability as him...the ability to feed back attacks while silent!
For example, take out the beef tongue that belongs to Klaus and put the beef tongue that you prepared in advance... something like that.
With a rough guess in his mind, Annan felt confident.
He was not the kind of person who lacked courage.
What's more, he can't feel fear or panic at all now.
Annan simply didn't want to give it away in vain.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, put his index finger in front of his lips, and made a silent gesture. A bright and proud smile gradually appeared on John's honest face.
Seeing "John" suddenly make such an almost crazy expression, Klaus's heart suddenly thumped.
...Is it true?
John, boy, really stole the charm?
"do not come."
Annan closed the door and slowly retreated to the other side of the corridor.
He stretched out his left hand to cover his mouth, and the words that came out of his mouth were so brief that they could not be ignored: "Back off."
Of course, the rune was not engraved on his tongue. The cow's tongue had also been burned by him, and the curse had been cut off by him.
But coincidentally, Klaus chose this fully enclosed windowless room in order to prevent others from discovering the ritual he arranged in the room. But now, he himself has been tricked by his own setup...
He had no idea that there was nothing left in this room.
As long as Annan blocked his mouth, Klaus didn't dare to risk attacking Annan - he couldn't see Annan's mouth shape, so he couldn't judge whether Annan was ready to speak, so he couldn't even attack Annan.
Annan can attack him, but he cannot attack Annan. If he guesses the wrong time, he will be killed by himself.
Seeing that Klaus was still hesitating, Annan immediately played another card:
"—Mirror Tongue, right?"
This is a sure kill.
Hearing this word, Klaus's expression finally changed.
His face showed strong unwillingness, and finally he sighed deeply and put down his right hand on the sword at his waist.
"You win, John. Although I think you probably don't know what you did..."
Klaus sighed, no longer pretending to remain silent.
Seeing that Annan was still silent, he shook his head and stuck out his tongue, showing Annan that he had been cut off from the curse.
I saw a deep scar on his tongue that was still soaked in blood.
The thickness of the blood stain is very similar to that of Don Juan's dagger... It's as if someone stabbed Klaus's tongue with that dagger. The runes he sewn on his tongue with thread were naturally scarred by this scar.
split into two.
"Are you satisfied?"
Klaus snorted coldly: "Listen, John. I don't have to kill you, but you must also keep our secret... This is also for your own good."
"Can you not kill me?"
Annan repeated Klaus's words and couldn't help laughing: "Is it your turn to say such things now?"
Although his true strength may not be able to defeat Klaus, Annan's advantage is that he is fearless.
Precisely because he is fearless - he shows off his confidence, which makes him extremely confident.
But looking at Annan's confident look, Klaus suddenly raised one corner of his mouth, revealing an undisguised sneer:
"Whose orders do you think we are following? Why do you think we dare to betray the Three-Eyed Crow? Do you think we are all as stupid as you?
"The Geraint family is not a generous and kind person. The Earl of Crow only has four children in total, and they love him very much. He was not sent here because he made a mistake, but because the Earl wanted to
Save his life.
"If it weren't for that adult's order, we would have gone crazy and murdered the young master..."
Klaus's eyes were full of mockery that was almost compassionate: "There's nothing we can do about it. I advise you to stop, silly John, it's still too late. You've killed all the people below the deck, right? You're so skilled.
Yes, come with us.
"'Mirror Tongue' can at best protect you from death on the ship, but if you dare to go ashore, you will be dead. Moreover, even if you stay on the ship and never get off, the ship itself cannot withstand it.
cannon.
"You haven't seen anything called a cannon, have you? Let me tell you this... as long as one cannonball hits, the whole ship will be broken in half. It's so scary."
"I killed your men, can you trust me?"
"Even if you don't kill, someone will."
Klaus sneered: "They are just a bunch of trash. They will never be able to enter the realm in this life... But you are different. Since you can steal my ritual, it means that you must also have the talent to become a transcendent. You are pretending to be stupid.
You haven’t just wanted to be a guard for many years, right?”
"…Then, who is it?"
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice: "Who wants to kill the young master? You can tell me this, otherwise I won't be able to trust you."
Judging from the craftsmanship of this ship, there shouldn't be too many "cannon" forces in this world.
He is about to borrow Don Juan's identity, and he must ask clearly who the enemy Don Juan is facing. Otherwise, he will die without knowing how he died...
Of course, if it's too difficult to deal with, Annan can't rule out the possibility of just running away.
"Since I told you, I'm naturally not afraid of you telling me.
"Let me put it bluntly... His Highness the Third Prince. Not only the young master, but also the old crow will not survive. Sooner or later... in the entire Geraint family, only the eldest young master will survive, because he is a smart man.
"
The corners of the guard's mouth rose: "After all, our respected King's time is running out."