A moment later.

Lin Sheng sat in the kitchen, carefully examining the black sword of the rotten swordsman dissected in front of him.

The black sword was arm-long and palm-wide, with a smooth glass-like coating on the surface, and a black gauntlet at the hilt, a cross-shaped blade like the silver longsword that preceded it.

In the middle of the sword, near the hilt, there is a vertical pupil mark.

This is exactly the same as the silver longsword before it.

"It seems that the rotten swordsman should be Ravel. Lin Sheng, who saw a little memory of the picture, could basically judge the identity of the other party.

"The most unimaginable thing is that I can actually absorb the memories of the other party!?" he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the black sword and lifted it gently.

The black sword was a bit heavier than the previous silver long sword, equivalent to about one and a half times the silver sword.

Lin Sheng held it in his hand and waved it gently, unexpectedly closing his hands.

A trace of inexplicable familiarity made him stabilize gently, and the muscles on his body continued to pass on the strength one after another, from the legs to the waist and abdomen, and then to the shoulders and arms, stabbing forward fiercely.

Phew!

The black sword stabbed out a black line in an instant, piercing into the air in front of it accurately and steadily, bringing out a subtle sound of breaking the air.

"??!" Lin Sheng stiffened. "What's going on?"

The way he used to draw his sword just now was completely instinctive, and he didn't hesitate at all.

It's like practicing countless times beforehand.

After a pause, Lin Sheng swung his sword again, trying other movements.

But no matter how he swung around, except for the straight stab just now, the rest of the movements didn't feel anything.

Simply he also began to try to practice straight stabs.

After continuous practice, there was a subtle sound of breaking the air in the kitchen.

He felt that this move was definitely not small.

"Wait! It feels like the one that the rotten swordsman used!"

Lin Sheng had died on that straight stab before, and after practicing at this time, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

Phew!

He thrust forward again.

It's obviously just a very simple basic move, but when combined with the whole body, the power is so great that it doesn't look like a basic move.

"The attack site is the same on the left side of the chest..... That is, at the heart. ”

Thinking of the memories of those fragments he had seen before, Lin Sheng vaguely felt that this might be the last physical memory of the rotten swordsman.

"If I had obtained the mutilated memories of the Rotten Swordsman before, then it would not be difficult to accept the physical memory, anyway, in a dream, anything could happen. ”

Lin Sheng settled down, and soon began to enjoy the feeling of becoming much stronger all at once.

With the black sword in hand, he slowly left the kitchen and went to the hall to inspect the corpse of the rotting swordsman. After making sure there is nothing out of the ordinary.

He grabbed the corpse's clothes, dragged it out the door, and closed the door and lowered the latch.

Because there was no water in the manor, Lin Sheng simply used the curtains as rags to wipe off the black blood on his hands.

Then he returned to his study and sat down, intending to continue memorizing the previous swordplay codex.

However, not long after he sat down, he was surprised to find that there were a small number of phrases in the codex, and he actually knew what they meant.

Combined with the context and illustrations, he actually guessed some pages, and he could probably read the general idea.

"It must be caused by Ravel's broken memories that he just absorbed!" Lin Sheng was overjoyed, killing a human-turned monster in a dream could still have this kind of benefit.

He resolutely began to scan the book quickly.

Soon, the entire swordplay codex was scanned and read. The part about swordsmanship in it was indeed pitifully small as he had judged before.

There are only a few pages with pictures mentioning Ravel's famous sword skill - the angry blow.

Lin Sheng combined the content of those pages before and after, and roughly read it.

"The angry blow is not so much Ravel's famous sword skill as it is an ordinary long sword skill, but Ravel uses it very well, so he is famous. ”

He flipped the pages, his gaze wandering over some of them.

"This book is said to be a swordsmanship codex, but in fact, except for mentioning a little bit of swordsmanship practice, most of the rest are about Ravel's travels, battle stories, experiences, etc. Most of them are touting and exaggerating themselves. ”

Lin Sheng shook his head, put down the book, and had a little memory of Ravel, he could barely recognize a lot of words when he looked at these books that he had studied for a long time before.

Standing up, he glanced at the bookshelf again.

Soon I found another book that I could read.

Unlike other tomes, the cover is nothing, and when opened, only the first half of the book has content, and most of it is scribbled.

Lin Sheng carefully turned the first page and began to read carefully.

"Seems to be a notepad?"

At the top of the first page, a line of words is vaguely written.

‘..... It's dark again.... Donn is here again. ’

He was going to get out of here and find a way to get help. But all this is irreparable. Leaving will bring even more terrifying results. ’

Underneath is a blurry line of handwriting, making it difficult to read what's on.

Lin Sheng simply turned to the second page.

The night is getting longer and the wind is getting colder. Don is gone, my last best friend, I hope you are safe.....

are all simple words and phrases, and Lin Sheng is unexpectedly easy to read.

He began to flip through the pages, scrolling backwards.

'I'm getting old, and my strength has dropped terribly. Paulie has also grown up, and I am very relieved that I actually shot down my sword for the first time today. ’

'The chickens and ducks in the manor have been missing more and more recently, I don't know if they are dead or what?'

‘..... The wind, it's about to freeze....'

I wish everything was back to the beginning. ’

Flipping through the pages, Lin Sheng found that most of the contents recorded in this notebook were recorded daily life, except for the parts that he couldn't understand.

It's all about the daily life between Ravel and his granddaughter Paulie.

But the outside environment seems to have some kind of great danger, approaching step by step.

Ravel's words reveal a faint despair and depression.

Flipped all the way, and soon Lin Sheng turned to the last few pages that could be seen clearly.

'Is something wrong with the patrol of Black Feather City? even the last strong shield.... Everything, there is no hope .... Looks like I'll have to go to Rasabel and get my new sword. The previous long sword was obviously about to be overwhelmed. ’

'Paulie will be fine, with my sergeant's armor for protection, she will be able to get out safely....'

When I got here, I blurred and couldn't see anything clearly.

Lin Sheng frowned.

From this notebook, he learned several important information.

First, this is most likely a place called Black Feather City.

Second, the last place where Ravel went to fetch his sword was a location called Lasabel, which was supposed to be a place dedicated to buying and selling weapons. You might even find protective gear.

Lin Sheng, who has been clocking in at the club for a week, is no longer ignorant of this kind of weapons and equipment.

When he checked the information on the Internet, he also knew very well how much a complete set of good armor would be of great help to the improvement of survivability in the cold weapon stage.

"Black Feather Castle..... Lhasabel...."Lin Sheng felt that this dream was becoming more and more real. It's getting more and more interesting.

He couldn't wait to find out what was going on in Black Feather City and why Ravel had changed from a second-level swordsman to a rotten monster now.