Super Righteous Player
Chapter 277 - 275 Miss. Quiet_1

Chapter 277: Chapter 275 Miss. Quiet_1

Good, everything went smoothly.

And he had acquired some new intelligence...

Annan, in the guise of David, slightly narrowed his eyes, nonchalantly walked past the corner and entered the kitchen basement.

Ferdinand’s pocket was empty, except for the letter and the silver watch, not even a silver coin.

But Annan had an unexpected gain.

—That pistol.

It was even a cursed object.

For when Annan picked it up, its attribute panel was revealed:

[Miss Quiet]

[Type: Weapon (Purple)]

[Description: A silent gun. Its built-in 9mm bullets are as silent as the weapon itself.]

[Effect: From pulling the trigger to the bullet’s discharge, the process is entirely silent; anyone hit by a bullet from this weapon will be unable to make any sound for ten seconds; for every hour the holder remains silent, the weapon automatically reloads one bullet, with a maximum of four bullets.]

[Cost: The holder will suffer from the Curse Bindings "Inhibited Speech" and "Boaster’s Whisper."]

[Inhibited Speech: If the holder is attacked before finishing their sentence, the attack will ignore defense.]

[Boaster’s Whisper: If, while being held, this weapon engages in four rounds of conversation with the intended target, and the holder declares an impending attack before attacking, then the attack will be a guaranteed hit and will ignore defense.]

This seemed to be an ability similar to that of the "Tongue of the Mirror."

After seeing "Boaster’s Whisper," Annan finally understood why "Inhibited Speech" gave him a strange feeling...

Perhaps "Inhibited Speech" is a prefix for a certain series of Curse Bindings, designed to constrain these kinds of Curse Bindings themselves.

Like the "Tongue of the Mirror," like the "Boaster’s Whisper."

And Annan suddenly felt a chill—

He calculated a bit.

After Ferdinand took out the gun, he had indeed only had four rounds of conversation with Annan!

Only when Ferdinand spoke the fourth round of conversation, Annan was intent on reading the letter and gave no reply... And when he tried to engage in the fourth conversation a second time, Annan had already preemptively used "Lazy Eye" to hypnotize the other party.

If Annan had not been so decisive, and just a bit later...

By the time "You see, it mentions here..." was finished, and Annan had responded,

Ferdinand would certainly have suddenly fired the gun.

—Because this gun doesn’t need to aim to hit the target. And there’s no need to worry about gunfire attracting others...

Once hit by his guaranteed attack that ignored defense, Ferdinand could then draw his pistol and continue to shoot three more times, killing Annan on the spot!

Although Ferdinand’s letter did not describe the physical characteristics of the red-haired guy, he was still suspicious of Annan and harbored the intention to kill!

Moreover, Ferdinand had concealed it very well... Until the end, Annan’s perception had not warned him.

...Was it that moment?

Annan recalled it—when Ferdinand caught sight of the silver ring in "David’s" hand, his gaze suddenly paused.

Did he think I was a silver-tier Wizard?

With this cautious thought, Annan made some effort—he wrapped Ferdinand’s head with his clothes into a big dumpling.

After that, Annan stuffed him into a fish barrel.

That heavy punch was enough to knock Ferdinand into a moderate concussion; and the relatively enclosed space inside the fish barrel, along with the cloth around his head, could further extend his waking time. It would be no big deal if he accidentally killed him.

But just to be safe, Annan also had to come out within twenty minutes—

According to Annan’s common sense, such a degree of concussion would generally result in unconsciousness for about twenty minutes to half an hour. He couldn’t count on retrograde amnesia occurring, so Annan had to take him away, interrogate him, and execute him before he woke up.

—Then Annan casually strangled the red-haired man, who was also in a state of unconsciousness.

Although Annan had previously felt that he might have accidentally fractured Red Hair’s skull with his hammer... just to be safe.

If he woke up and started shouting, causing others to discover Ferdinand unconscious, that would be problematic.

Make it quick and decisive.

As soon as he entered the basement, Annan once again slid a silver coin between the fingers of his right hand. And the gun named "Miss Quiet" was tucked into the overly loose left sleeve of David’s clothes by Annan.

The kitchen basement was filled with visible white frost.

It was less a basement than a cold storage room.

The temperature was at least below zero.

Such coldness, which could make a normal person shiver shortly after entering, was meaningless to Annan’s current marble body.

Annan looked around and saw many fresh meats and vegetables placed on different shelves. He also saw some bulging sacks, not knowing if they contained grain or something else, stacked in the corner of a room.

The cellar beneath this kitchen was quite spacious, about the same size as the warehouse where Vasily had been staying. Unlike that space, however, this area was labyrinthine... Each room was only ten to twenty square meters, and Annan had already passed through five or six rooms.

Suddenly, Annan stopped in his tracks.

Because he had seen another person.

An old man in a coarse linen robe, with white hair, was sitting cross-legged on an altar with his back to Annan.

It was an extremely odd posture.

His spine looked as if it had been impaled by a nail from the top down—perfectly straight, and a red gemstone was placed on top of his head, perfectly aligned with his spine.

And at this moment, looking from behind... Annan could clearly see a red line trailing down from the gemstone, appearing on the man’s back and entering the altar.

The altar diffused this laser-like red line through a complex transformation into a complex array of six intersecting rings, with two lines extending from the rings, forming an angle of one hundred and twenty degrees.

——Found it.

This had to be one point of that hexagram.

"Crow, take it away,"

The old man’s voice was extremely dry, "Be careful not to step on the red line..."

He seemed to be on his last legs—struggling even to open his eyes.

He had not seen that it wasn’t Ferdinand who had come, but Annan.

But Annan didn’t go over.

He just looked at the old man and silently drew "Silence."

Aiming the pistol at the old man’s back.

——At the red line on his back, leading to the gemstone.

"If you’re going to act... Crow. I advise you to take the leystone first,"

The old man slowly said, his voice croaky, "The spine is the path to the earth’s root. If the root is broken, the tree dies... When the tree dies, the fruit will fall. Leystones are very fragile."

...A Ritualist.

How much was he involved with this ritual?

Upon hearing this, Annan was moved and slightly shifted the gun barrel.

But not towards the heart... Instead, towards the thigh.

Then, Annan pulled the trigger.

He silently pulled the trigger, the bullet silently flew out, silently hitting its target. The whole process was as comically unreal as a silent film.

But as the old man opened his eyes wide in sudden, intense pain and shuddered—his mouth agape, yet no sound came out.

He just fell forward, and then silently collapsed to the side, his body silently hitting the ground, his voice silently wailing in agony. The red gemstone fell from the top of his head, hit the ground, and made a crisp sound.

Then, it shattered.

Like an overly ripe red fruit, it fell to the ground and turned into a mushy mess... The red gemstone hit the ground but splattered like red crystal slime, turning into a soft, mushy mess.

The streak of red light instantly shattered, but the red hexagon on the ground merely faded away.

Annan did not hesitate to step forward and dragged the old man off the altar.

At the same time, Annan tore off and tossed away the old man’s robe; he placed the old man’s hands together and gripped them tightly with his own left hand. Using the advantage of his temporary height, he lifted the old man off the ground so that his coccyx was far from the earth.

"You are caught by me, old man."

Annan said in the cheerful voice of "David," "Now—I ask, you answer."

Annan put his right hand in front of the old man.

Showing him, as his body trembled, a silver coin peeking through the gaps between Annan’s fingers.

"If you answer well, I will treat your wounds—all of them,"

Annan said gently, "But if you answer poorly..."

As he spoke, Annan extended his right hand horizontally to the right.

A silver blade silently protruded from between Annan’s fingers.

"Do you understand?"

Annan said slowly, "Remember... keep quiet."

By then, the effect of silence had already ended.

The old man nodded weakly, his body trembling, he said in a very faint voice, bearing the pain, "I... I will be quiet."

"Good."

Annan asked calmly, "First question, who are you."