The iron door opened, Lin Sheng quickly walked in, and closed the iron door with his backhand.

Carrying the black sword, he scanned the courtyard of the mansion.

The yard was littered with black flocculents, and I don't know what it was. The flocculents were constantly being blown by the cold wind and rolling and sliding on the ground.

On the fence to the right of the iron gate hangs a copper nameplate, which is covered in patina and mildew.

Lin Sheng reached out and wiped the nameplate, revealing the vague patterns and handwriting underneath.

'Sir Kayaman's House – Six Temple Street'

Underneath the handwriting is a large bird flapping its wings that resembles an owl.

"A Jazz's House?"

Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes and didn't look at it anymore.

Retracting his gaze, he slowly walked forward with his sword in his hand, and walked vigilantly into the empty courtyard.

Heading towards the fountain, he soon walked to the stone monument in front of the fountain.

By the moonlight, he watched the words burned on it as he watched his surroundings.

'No credit will be accepted. ’

'No currency is accepted. ’

'No members of the Feyton family will be accepted. ’

'If you have something or news that interests me, maybe I'll give you a waiver. —Kayaman West

"This place doesn't seem to be an ordinary knight's mansion...."Lin Sheng had some guesses in his heart.

Bypassing the stele, he walked straight to the gate of the mansion.

The white gate is carved with an owl with its wings outstretched and a relief of a large bird.

As Lin Sheng approached, the big bird squeaked, slowly retracted its wings, and opened its eyes. The door slowly opened automatically, revealing an entrance just enough for one person to enter.

Lin Sheng was taken aback by the sudden movement, and immediately put on a vigilant posture.

However, after putting on a posture, there was no movement in the middle of the sound.

Only the crack in the door that opened one opening, and a faint cold wind kept gushing out.

He squinted, pointed the tip of his sword at the door, and pushed it gently.

The door slowly and completely opened.

Inside is a spacious and ornate golden hall.

On the wall facing the gate hangs a huge oil painting of a middle-aged white-skinned man with curly brown hair, with a mustache, and an elaborate aristocratic leotard full of medals.

Lin Sheng looked carefully through the moonlight.

The middle-aged man in the painting appears to be holding a sword in his hand, and a large black dog is squatting on the ground beside him.

The black dog squatted almost as high as a man's chest, and his form was fierce, and the sides of his neck were covered with black manes, like black lions.

His heart tightened, but he had no intention of retreating quickly.

After absorbing so many memory fragments and meditating on the Gray Seal Rune for so long, he also had a certain amount of confidence in his strength at this time.

The white line displayed on the test tower just now also showed that he was now a second-level warrior even in the former Black Feather City.

What's more, it's a second-level warrior who has inherited the Gray Seal.

Level 2, in the Black Feather City system, can be regarded as an elite soldier, even if he may be rated as Level 2 because of the gray seal rune.

But it's enough.

Lin Sheng had memory fragments, so he knew very well that his physical fitness was far inferior to that of a second-level warrior.

In other words, he was able to be rated as Level 2, most likely because of the Gray Seal Rune of Meditation.

The Grey Seal Rune gave him decent resistance to blows. That's his confidence!

Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Sheng slowly walked into the hall.

He began to search the cabinets and hidden compartments around the wall from left to right, next to the wall.

The dense cabinets and hidden compartments were quickly opened by him for inspection. But it was all empty, nothing.

After checking until the huge oil painting on the wall, Lin Sheng suddenly stopped moving.

He seemed to hear movement.

A faint footstep is approaching.

In the hall, the floor is not carpeted, but hard stone slabs.

The footsteps were not clearly disguised, and there was a subtle clicking sound on the hardstone slab.

Lin Sheng turned around, clenched the black sword, and stared at it.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shadow flash on the right.

"It's coming!" Lin Sheng's hands waved in an instant, and slashed at the black shadow.

Clang!!

Twin sword strikes.

The dark shadow revealed itself in the moonlight slanting in from the window.

He was a masked swordsman with a height of about one meter seven.

What surprised Lin Sheng was that the masked swordsman was actually a woman.

She was dressed in tight-fitting black leather armor, with a towering chest, long black hair tied into a ponytail, and a mask covering all her face below the eyes.

But through the tightly fitting mask, you can still see that she looks good.

Soon the second sword came again.

Lin Sheng held the sword in both hands and swung it to the side, just in time to smash the opponent's sword blade away.

Unexpectedly, the female swordsman held the sword in one hand, and pulled out a short knife with the other hand and stabbed him directly.

The short knife was aimed at Lin Sheng's lower abdomen.

His abdomen shrunk, narrowly avoiding the short knife, and at the same time he turned sideways, avoiding the sweeping blades of the opponent's incoming blades.

The two exchanged words in the hall.

In less than ten breaths, Lin Sheng was slashed twice in succession. It was all a short knife that made a sudden move, forcing him to be in a hurry.

The masked female swordsman shot extremely fast, more than a notch faster than Lin Sheng.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a gray mark on his body, I am afraid that those two knives just now would have made him disembowel.

Fortunately, the opponent's swordsmanship is not strong, and in front of Lin Xin, who has fused mercenary instinct and orthodox black feather swordsmanship, he is still slightly inferior.

The two exchanged hands quickly, and the blades collided almost twice a second.

The large amount of physical exertion made Lin Sheng panting, and his chest twitched rapidly like a blower.

But the female swordsman was like a perpetual motion machine, untired, and still maintained the original frenzied attack frequency.

The only thing Lin Sheng was glad about in his heart was that the other party's eyes were dark, he had no sense, and he seemed to be swinging his sword only by instinct.

Boom!

Suddenly, he kicked the low stool on the ground beside him.

The low stool was swept away by the female swordsman's sword. Before she could continue to pounce, she was pulled by Lin Sheng across a wooden bookshelf and pressed down.

There was a crunch.

The female swordsman was stunned, stabbed in the middle of her chest by a black sword that stabbed out of the bookshelves.

She took two frantic steps forward, allowing the black sword to penetrate her chest and peek out of her back.

A large amount of black blood poured out from the edge of its wound, and the female swordsman seemed to be unaware, she kept struggling, brandishing her long sword, and slashing at Lin Sheng behind the bookshelf.

Unfortunately, as the blood flowed more and more, she quickly slowed down, slower and slower, and finally threw herself forward with a pop and fell to the ground, her head hitting the bookshelf and rolling to the ground.

Lin Sheng moved the black sword hard, pulled it out and stabbed it at the female swordsman again. I was relieved to make sure she didn't move.

"This monster, if it weren't for his stupid head and slashing me with his bookshelf, I would definitely be the one who will die this time. ”

Lin Sheng was afraid for a while.

Just because he was a second-level swordsman, his mentality was a little inflated, and he quickly cooled down at this time.

The female swordsman in front of her, if she hadn't turned into a monster and completely lost her mind, I was afraid that this duel would easily kill him in seconds.

The speed is faster than him, the endurance is stronger than him, and except for the slightly weaker sword moves, everything else is an advantage.

"It doesn't seem to be dead, but it definitely can't move. Lin Sheng pushed open the bookshelf and gently set it aside.

He walked up to the female swordsman, crouched down, and quickly examined the loot.

The long sword in the female swordsman's hand was of ordinary quality, and under the collision with the black sword just now, it was already missing a few openings.

On her body, on the side of the leather armor on her towering chest, there were three black steel needles pinned to it, and she didn't know what it was used for.

On the side of the slender waist, a black leather bag hangs.

Lin Sheng took off the leather bag, opened it and poured it out, and a yellow paper roll rolled out of it.

He picked up the scroll of paper and quickly unfolded it, the handwriting on it was a little blurry, as if it was a list of items.

'Three adults have a total body blood volume, a standard bottle of deer blood, and a standard unit of sequoia wood. Nine standard units of silver powder - ritual sacrifice. ’