The Righteous Player(s)

　　 After the mirror shattered, there was no shard of glass splashed.

　　 A large number of purple-red cracks began to appear on the entire mirror surface, and something colorless and invisible was overflowing from it.

　　 You can still hear a small whisper in your ear.

　　 Annan barely caught that there seemed to be a very slight spice smell in the air. But he couldn't answer the specific spice. After all, he hasn't studied the spices of this world... he can barely smell it, which seems to be a taste between pepper and burnt wood.

　　 Of course, if you meet again next time, Annan is sure to remember it.

　　 Suddenly, a line of blood-red, scribbled characters appeared in front of Annan's eyes:

　　【The curse has been cut off-the tongue in the mirror】

　　 The next moment, above the broken mirror, the pinned bull tongue suddenly ignited a purple-red flame. At the same time, it also emits a strong stench, like the smell of tartar mixed with blood.

　　 The flame rose instantly, and the bull tongue burned to the ground.

　　 Then in the shattered mirror, a very strong hurricane suddenly rolled up. The wind even sucked Annan and staggered, almost stepping on the bloodstain in front of him.

　　 But these blood stains did not last long.

　　The invisible hurricane swept through, and the blood on the ground seemed to have been licked by a dog. After a few strokes, it was sucked clean and there was no blood. Even the air no longer contains a bit of blood.

　　...It's like something that Annan can't see is wiping the dirt on the ground vigorously.

　　 Soon, the hurricane subsided.

　　 The blood, dirt, corpses, and ashes of cow tongue in the entire room were all sucked into the mirror.

　　 There is only one mirror left in the center of the room.

　　 The mirror is like ice-cracked porcelain, and like a mobile phone screen that fell to the ground after being pasted with a film. It looked very miserable when it was broken, but no glass fell out.

　　Annan walked over and tentatively touched the mirror.

　　 As expected, a light curtain appeared in front of his eyes:

　　【Mirror without Tongue】

　　【Type: Material/Miscellaneous (blue)】

　　 [Description: The destroyed curse has lost its original function]

　　 [Effect: the holder will be bound by the curse "Don’t talk more"]

　　 [Don’t say more: if the holder is attacked before finishing speaking, the attack ignores the defense]

　　 Looking at the attributes of this mirror, Annan fell into deep confusion.

　　 "...Is this thing useful for ass?"

　　 Is this used to provide a warning such as "please force it after making up the knife"?

　　 Or to say... its damaged function, that is, "the attack received when there is no speech can be bounced back"?

　　Annan thought for a while, but decided to find a place to hide the mirror first.

　　 It’s a bit scary to carry this thing around...

After 　　, Annan found a place to put the mirror, carried the sword, and went out.

　　 As soon as he left the house, he saw the captain of the guard, Klaus, who was hurriedly approaching here and had just passed the last corner.

　　 When Annan saw Klaus, Klaus raised his head if he felt a little bit.

　　 He also happened to see Annan who had just come out of the room.

　　 When the two saw each other, they stopped their actions at the same time.

　　Annan was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, just squeezed the long sword in his hand.

　　 Strangely, Klaus did not directly attack either.

　　 When he saw Annan coming out of this room, he looked at Annan’s mouth for the first time. Seeing Annan's mouth closed tightly, Krauston's pupils also shrank, and he also closed his mouth to remain silent, reaching out and holding the hilt to stand motionless.

　　 This detail made An Nan's heart move a little, but there was no reaction on his face.

　　Neither of them moved nor spoke.

　　 For a moment, there was a terrible silence in the narrow corridor.

　　 The almost solidified air was thick and cold, surging with unconcealed killing intent and malice.

　　 After a few seconds of silence, the vague thought in Annan's heart became clearer:

　　...Why doesn’t Claus attack me?

　　 Is he not thinking about it?

　　No, Annan can be sure that Klaus must really want to kill himself... the killing intent in his eyes is almost boiling, and the indifference of reptiles flows in his slightly squinted eyes.

　　 Just staring into Klaus’s eyes, Annan could hear the small, unintelligible murmurs in his ears.

　　 In his eyes, Klaus' figure gradually became distorted and exaggerated, and his body was steaming with purple-red mist... But Annan looked carefully again, it seemed to be just an illusion.

　　 The captain of the guard, Claus, still stood still, his mouth closed and said nothing.

　　 Unless...

　　 Claus is not that he doesn't want to attack himself, but he doesn't dare!

　　Annan suddenly realized.

　　 Maybe Klaus couldn't see that the mirror was broken, or he didn't know much about it. He probably thought that Annan had the same ability as him... the ability to feed back the attack when he was silent!

　　 For example, take out the beef tongue that belongs to Claus, and put in the beef tongue that you have prepared in advance... and so on.

　　 With a guess in his heart, Annan has confidence.

　　 He is not the kind of person who lacks courage.

　　 What's more, he doesn't feel fear or panic at all now.

　　Annan just didn't want to give it for nothing.

　　 He stretched out his hand suddenly, put his index finger in front of his lips, and made a silent gesture. The simple and honest face belonging to John gradually showed a bright and proud smile.

　　 Seeing "John" suddenly make such a frantic expression, Klaus's heart suddenly thumped.

　　...Is it true?

　　 John, this kid, really stole the curse?

"do not come."

　　 Ann closed the door while slowly retreating to the other side of the corridor.

　　 He stretched out his left hand to block his mouth, and the words he uttered in his mouth were very short and could not hold his beak: "Get back."

　　 Of course, there is no rune engraved on his tongue, and the bull tongue has been burned by him, and cursed by him.

　　 But coincidentally, in order to prevent others from discovering the ceremony he set up in the room, Klaus specially chose this fully enclosed windowless room. But now, he himself is entrapped by his own settings...

　　 He didn't even know, there was nothing left in this room.

　　 As long as Annan blocked his mouth, Klaus did not dare to take the risk of attacking Annan-he couldn't see Annan's mouth, so he couldn't judge whether Annan was ready to speak, so he couldn't even attack.

　　 Annan can attack him, but he cannot attack Annan. Once you guess the wrong timing, you will be killed by yourself instead.

　　 Seeing that Klaus was still hesitating, Annan immediately played another card:

　　 "—The tongue in the mirror, right?"

　　 This is a lore.

　　 Hearing this word, Klaus's expression finally moved.

　　 His face showed strong unwillingness, and finally he sighed deeply and put down his right hand on the long sword around his waist.

　　 "You won, John. Although I think you probably don't know what you did yourself..."

　　 Claus sighed and stopped pretending to remain silent.

　　 Seeing that Annan remained silent, he shook his head. Sticking out his tongue, he showed Annan the curse that he had been cut off.

　　 I saw a deep, **** wound on his tongue.

　　 The thickness of the bloodstain is very similar to Don Juan’s dagger...like someone stabbed Klaus’s tongue with that dagger. The rune he sewed on his tongue with thread was naturally divided into two by this scar.

　　 "Are you satisfied?"

　　 Claus snorted coldly: "Listen well, John. I can't kill you, but you must keep it secret for us...this is also for your own good."

　　 "Can you not kill me?"

　　 Annan repeated Klaus's words and couldn't help laughing: "Now it's your turn to say this?"

　　 Although his true strength may not be able to beat Klaus completely, Annan’s advantage lies in his fearlessness.

　　Because he is fearless—he pretends to be forced, and he looks extremely emboldened.

　　 But looking at Annan's confident look, the corner of Klaus's mouth suddenly lifted, revealing an undisguised sneer:

　　 "Whose order do you think we are listening to? Why do you think we dare to betray the Three-Eyed Crow? Do you think we are all as stupid as you?

"The Gerant family is not a generous and good person. Earl Crow has only four children in total, and he is even more affectionate. He was not sent out because he made a mistake, but because Lord Earl thought Save him.

　　 "If it weren't for the adult's order, we would have murdered the young master if we were crazy..."

Klaus’s eyes were full of sympathetic sarcasm: “Isn’t there no way. I advise you to stop as well, silly John, it’s still too late now. Everyone under this deck of UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com Was it you killed? Good skill, do it with us.

"Tongue in the Mirror can only protect you from death on the boat at best, but if you dare to go ashore, you will be dead. Moreover, even if you stay on the boat and can't get off, the boat itself can't stand it. cannon.

　　 "You haven't seen what a cannon is, right? I'll tell you this...As long as a shell hits, the whole ship will be broken in half. It's so terrible."

　　 "I killed your men, can you rest assured of me?"

　　 "Even if you don't kill, someone will kill it."

Klaus sneered: "It's just a bunch of trash. You won't be able to enter the stage in this life... but you are different. Since you can steal my ritual, it means you must also have the talent to be an extraordinary person. You have been acting foolish for so many years. , Don’t you just want to be a guard?"

　　 "...Then, who is it?"

　　 Annan narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who wants to kill the young master? This can always tell me, otherwise I can't trust you."

　　 In terms of the craftsmanship of this ship, there should not be too many "cannons" in this world.

　　 He is about to borrow Don Juan's identity, he must ask who the enemy Don Juan is facing. Otherwise, I don’t know how I died...

　　 Of course, if it is too difficult to deal with, it does not rule out the possibility of Annan slipping straight away.

　　 "Since I told you, I am naturally not afraid of you.

　　 "I'll just say it straight... His Royal Highness the Third Prince. Not only the young master, but the old crow can't survive. Sooner or later... the entire Gerant family, only the eldest master can live, because he is a wise man."

　　 The corner of the guard's mouth raised: "After all, our esteemed King, time is running out now."