The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 70: It and its final stubbornness

Annan's body is still spewing chilling frost.

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 doesn't matter, Salvatore."

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

Hearing two completely opposite orders, the players were a little confused for a moment, 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 order.

Although they are both NPCs and wizards. But obviously the words of the camp leader are 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 man who emptied the air from the needle, The same as the nurse preparing the infusion.

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 in almost horror as Annan took out a **** 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 just now.

You won’t be silenced after seeing this, 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 will **** blood, it will spurt blood desperately, and in the end the whole bread will be red...

"On the contrary, I cut a piece of ham, but it wasn't stained with much blood. You can still eat it after rubbing it."

Originally, Annan planned to grab a kitchen knife from the kitchen of the Lord's Mansion of Lengshui Port City. But this may leak one's curse from the indigenous people - which is different from leaking it to the players.

And it’s quite a waste of stuff.

After all, no matter how big-hearted An Nan was, there was no way he could put the kitchen knife that had cut someone back into the kitchen.

He can't serve a table full of dishes with a smile when a customer comes to the door, and then introduce to the guest, "Come here, try this dish. I used the knife that chopped Gerald's." "This is a dish I made with the knife that chopped the Viscount, you must try it", "This is a dish I made with the knife that chopped Salvatore, it is very 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.

By then, some terrifying rumors may spread, which will affect Annan’s personal image...

But if you wrongfully accuse someone of losing the kitchen knife, that would be purely shameless - even if Annan would not blame the other party, he has wronged someone after all, and innocent people have been wronged for no reason.

In the end, Annan unfortunately discovered that he could only use the gift kitchen knife that came with the curse.

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 walking around with it, 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." Annan did a simple test and found that if he hung it upside down, it would drip about one milliliter of blood per minute; but if he tried to wipe the blood off its surface, it would immediately leach out more blood in the next second. blood.

If you do the opposite and smear its surface with blood or keep it soaked 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 is human blood, it can be made into a blood bag; if it is not human blood... it can also be made into blood. Meatballs or blood sausage or blood sausage 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. Use it every morning or evening to peel a fruit, slice ham, cut meat, etc. Anyway, you can eat it by rubbing it, so there is no big problem.

This also ensures that Annan can take it out and use it to dissolve his own curse whenever he encounters an enemy.

Annan raised the **** 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 a problem with it, but they..."

Salvatore looked at the players hesitantly.

Annan replied without hesitation: "I believe them - they will definitely keep my secrets. 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 nodded in acknowledgement.

"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 with a vague tone, and then replied with an upright and serious face: "Because I think they all have the qualifications to become extraordinary people. ~IndoMTL.com~ Well, if you want."

Salvatore shrugged, glanced at Gerald, who was covered with a layer of ice, but was still struggling slowly and making gurgling sounds, and then walked towards the players. .

Just in time, 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.

It’s time to make up for it quickly.

Otherwise, I will freeze to death right before my eyes...

"Sorry, friend."

Annan smiled briskly and said in a very low voice: "We do 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, and you might as well do it 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 the body of Gerald, who 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]

The next moment Annan had just finished exclaiming in his heart, "Silver-level wizards are really fat," 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.