Annan's body was still spewing chilling frost gas.
Before he took out the kitchen knife, Salvatore immediately held down Annan's arm and winked at Annan.
Even though his palms hurt from the cold, he just grinned.
He faced the players behind him with vigilance and ordered loudly:
"You have nothing to do with us here! Disperse, go and notify the security guards to put out the fire!"
"No, no, no...it's okay, Salvatore."
Annan just gave him a gentle smile and stretched out his hand to indicate that the players did not need to leave.
After hearing two completely opposite orders, the players were a little confused for a moment. They didn't know 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 obey Annan's order.
Although they are both NPCs and wizards, obviously the leader of the camp is more effective.
After Annan stopped the players from leaving, he turned back to look at Salvatore.
And from the shoulder bag he carried, he lifted up the boning knife with the entire blade soaked in blood, and threw the excess blood on the ground - like a doctor who cleared the air from the syringe and prepared for infusion.
Same as a nurse.
This action was too wide open and closed, forcing Salvatore to immediately retreat backwards to prevent Annan from cutting himself when he was drawing blood.
When the players saw this scene, they were almost silent.
They watched with almost horror as Annan took out a blood-stained kitchen knife... and the inside of his satchel was covered in blood, as if he contained something that shouldn't be contained.
They began to regret...whether they should have followed Salvatore's advice and retreated.
If you see this, you won’t be silenced, right?!
The key is, if you really silence yourself, that’s fine, but don’t deduct your favorability points!
"I remember, you have to...use this before, right?"
Salvatore showed a subtle expression and asked awkwardly and cautiously: "Are you sure you have used it?"
"Yes, I used it to cut a piece of ham and eat it before I went out."
Annan nodded and replied in a low voice: "I actually wanted to cut the bread at first. But I found that this is not possible. Because the bread sucks blood, it will spurt out blood, and in the end the whole bread will be red...
"On the contrary, I cut a piece of ham, but it didn't have much blood on it. You can still eat it after rubbing it."
Originally, Annan planned to just grab a kitchen knife from the kitchen of the Lord's Mansion of Frozen Water Port City. But this might leak his curse to the aborigines - which is different from leaking it to the players.
And it’s quite a waste of stuff.
After all, no matter how big-hearted Annan was, he couldn't put the kitchen knife that had cut someone back into the kitchen.
He couldn't just smile and serve a table full of dishes to the guests when they came to his door, and then introduce to them, "Come here, try this. This is the dish I made with the knife that chopped Gerald's."
"This is a dish I made with the knife that chopped the Viscount, it's a must-try", "This is the dish I made with the knife that chopped Salvatore's, it's particularly nourishing" and so on.
If Annan kept asking his servants to buy new kitchen knives and "grease" them in the kitchen, they would probably wonder what Annan was doing with these knives.
At that time, some terrifying rumors may spread, which will affect Annan's personal image...
But if someone was wronged and the kitchen knife was lost, that would be purely shameless - even if Annan would not blame the other party, he was wronged after all, and innocent people suffered injustice for no reason.
In the end, Annan unfortunately discovered that he could only use the gift kitchen knife that came with the spell.
It's better than bothering others with nothing.
And Annan unexpectedly discovered that this kitchen knife was not as inconvenient as he thought.
If you keep carrying it around, the scene will be very scary. But if you just put it in your bag, the bleeding speed will be much slower.
Its introduction is, "A kitchen knife that can never clean blood." And Annan simply tested it and found that if it was hung upside down, it would drip about one milliliter of blood per minute; but if one tried to remove the blood on its surface,
If the blood is wiped clean, more blood will immediately leak out in the next second.
If, on the other hand, its surface is covered with blood, or if 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 "there are blood stains on the kitchen knife".
Maybe this is it and its final stubbornness.
This is actually quite a pity.
Annan originally thought about whether he could hang it up and make it into a continuous supply of plasma. If it was human blood, it could be made into blood bags; if it wasn't human blood... it could also be made into blood pills or blood.
Intestinal or blood congestion or something.
Unfortunately, it vomited blood too slowly.
By the time Annan put it in his bag, the bag wouldn't even be bleeding from the seams.
So Annan simply took it with him. He used it to peel a fruit or slice ham or cut meat with it every morning or evening. Anyway, he could eat it by rubbing it, so it was not a big problem.
This also ensures that whenever he encounters an enemy, Annan can take it out and use it to dissolve his own spell.
Annan raised the bloody kitchen knife and showed a gentle and pleasant smile to Salvatore who was avoiding him:
"I plan to use him to break my curse - do you have any objection?"
"...I don't have any objection, but they..."
Salvatore looked at the players hesitantly.
Annan replied without hesitation: "I believe them - they will definitely keep secrets for me. This is an agreement that has been made between me and them."
The players were suddenly confused.
When is the agreement...
But they were all smart people, and no one asked about it. Instead, they regarded it as their own "character setting", and they all nodded and acknowledged it.
"But you can explain to them what a curse is. I haven't told them in detail before... you also understand the reason."
Annan skipped this part in a vague tone, and then replied with an upright and serious face: "Because I think they all have the qualifications to become extraordinary people."
"…Okay, if you want."
Salvatore shrugged, glanced at Gerald, who was covered in ice but still struggling slowly and making gurgling sounds, and then walked towards the players.
It just so happens that I use this opportunity to introduce the settings to the players...
Annan breathed a sigh of relief, walked into Gerald with a kitchen knife, and took a general look.
I need to make up for it quickly.
Otherwise, you will freeze to death right before your eyes...
"Sorry, friend."
Annan smiled briskly and said in a very low voice: "We indeed have no worries and no complaints...but I will not accept your surrender.
"You can almost give up the struggle. Let me give you a happy break. You might as well do your best and give me more experience——"
As he spoke, he lightly used his kitchen knife to create a faint trace of frost.
The blood droplets on the kitchen knife instantly turned white, were knocked out and nailed into Gerald's body, and then the blood stains on the kitchen knife began to melt again.
The frost mark silently sank into Gerald's body, which was frozen into a lump, and made a "clicking" sound that Annan was already familiar with.
Not dead?
Annan was a little surprised, and struck out with the second knife, and then the third knife——
[Kill Silver level enemies in battle and gain 1240 public experience points]
Just when Annan finished exclaiming in his heart, "A silver-level wizard is really fat", the next moment, he suddenly realized...
It seems that the pressure I felt when I performed three Frost Sword Techniques was not as great as before?
With this thought in mind, he immediately opened the properties page.