After a moment.

Lin Sheng sat in the kitchen and carefully looked at the black sword of the rotten swordsman dissected in front of him.

The black sword has an arm long and a palm wide, with a smooth coating like glass on the surface. The hilt is a black handguard, and the same as the silver sword before, it is a cross-shaped blade.

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

This is exactly the same as the previous silver sword.

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

"The most unimaginable thing is that I can actually absorb the other person's memory!" He reached out to hold the hilt of the black sword and gently lifted it up.

The black sword is heavier than the previous silver long sword, which is about 15 times that of 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 steadily. His muscles were leveraging the strength, and he stabbed forward hard from his legs to his waist and abdomen, and then to his shoulders and arms.

Chih!

The black sword instantly stabbed a black line, stabbing into the air ahead accurately and steadily, bringing out a slight sound of breaking through the air.

"??!" Lin Sheng froze all over. "What's going on?"

His way of drawing his sword was completely instinctive and without any hesitation.

It's like practicing countless times in advance.

After pausing, Lin Sheng waved his sword again and tried other moves.

But no matter how he swung his movements, he didn't feel any other movements except for the straight stab just now.

He simply began to try to practice straight stabbing as if he was trying to practice.

Through continuous practice, the sound of slight breaking through the air constantly came from the kitchen.

He felt that this move was definitely powerful.

"Wait! This move... feels like the move that the rotten swordsman uses!"

Lin Sheng died before that straight stab. After practicing continuously, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

Chih!

He stabbed forward again.

It is obviously just a very simple basic move, but after cooperating with the whole body to exert force, it is so powerful that it is not as powerful as a basic move.

"The attacking part is the same as the left side of the chest...that is, the heart."

Recalling the memories of the scenes I saw before, Lin Sheng vaguely felt that this might be the last physical memory of the rotten swordsman.

"If I had obtained the incomplete memory of the rotten swordsman before, then it would not be unacceptable to obtain the physical memory. Anyway, anything can happen in a dream."

Lin Sheng calmed down and soon began to enjoy the feeling of becoming much stronger.

Carrying the black sword, he slowly left the kitchen and went to the hall to check the corpse of the rotten swordsman. After confirming that nothing was abnormal.

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

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

Then he returned to the study room, sat down, and planned to continue memorizing the previous swordsmanship notes.

But not long after he sat down, he unexpectedly discovered that there were a small number of phrases on his note, and he actually knew what it meant.

Combining the context and illustrations, he actually guessed and confused some pages, which could probably read out the simple and general idea.

"It must be caused by Ravel's incomplete memory that I just absorbed!" Lin Sheng was overjoyed. Killing a monster that turned into a human in his dream can still have such benefits.

He decisively began to quickly scan the book.

Soon, the entire swordsmanship note was scanned by him. The part about swordsmanship was indeed as he had judged before, and it was pitifully rare.

There are only a few pages with pictures, which mention Ravel's famous sword skill - the Angry Strike.

Lin Sheng read it roughly based on the contents before and after those pages.

"The Angry Strike is not so much a common long sword technique as Ravel's famous sword technique, but Ravel is very well used, so he is famous for it."

He flipped the pages of the book, his eyes flowing through some of the contents.

"This book is called a swordsmanship note. In fact, except for mentioning a little bit of sword skills practice, most of the rest talk about Ravel's travels, battle stories, experiences, etc. Most of them praise themselves."

Lin Sheng shook his head and put down the book. With a little Ravel's memory, he could barely recognize many words after reading these books that he had studied for a long time.

He stood up and glanced at the bookshelf again.

Soon I found a subtitle that I could read.

This book is different from other large-scale works. The cover has nothing on it. After opening it, only half of the contents are included in the front, and most of them are scribbled.

Lin Sheng carefully opened the first page and began to read it carefully.

"It seems to be a notepad?"

At the top of the first page, lines of words are written vaguely.

‘…It’s dark again…Tang En is here again.’

‘He planned to leave here and find a way to seek help. But all this is irreversible. Leaving will bring more terrifying results.’

Below is a line of vague writing, and I can't see clearly what's in it.

Lin Sheng simply turned to the second page.

‘The night is getting longer and longer, and the wind is getting colder. Tang En left, my last best friend, I hope you can be safe...’

They are all simple vocabulary phrases, and Lin Sheng was unexpectedly relaxed when reading.

He began to turn page by page and browse backwards.

‘I am old and my physical strength has dropped significantly. Paulie has grown up, and I am very pleased that I shot down my sword for the first time today.’

‘The chickens and ducks in the manor have disappeared more and more recently. I don’t know if they died or what?’

‘......The wind is about to freeze...'

‘I really hope everything goes back to the beginning.’

As Lin Sheng flipped through pages, he found that except for the parts that he couldn't understand, most of the content recorded in this note were recorded in daily life.

It was all about the daily trivial matters between Ravel and his granddaughter Paulie.

But the external environment seems to have some huge danger, approaching step by step.

There was a faint sense of despair and depression between the lines of Ravel.

After turning all the way, Lin Sheng quickly turned to the last few pages that he could see clearly.

‘Is there something wrong with the patrol army in Black Feather City? Even the last strong shield... there is no hope... It seems that I have to go to Lhasabel and get my new sword. The previous long sword is obviously no longer able to support it.’

'Polly will be fine. With my sergeant armor protection, she will definitely be able to rush out safely...'

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

Lin Sheng frowned.

From this note, he learned a few important information.

First, this place is probably a place called Black Feather City.

Second, the place where Ravel finally went to get the sword was a location called Lhasabel, which should be a place that specializes in buying and selling weapons. Maybe you can find protective equipment.

Lin Sheng, who had been checking in for a week in the club, no longer knew nothing about such weapons and equipment.

When he was searching for information online, he was also very clear that in the cold weapon stage, a complete set of good armor would be of great help to improve his viability.

"Black Feather City... Lhasabelle..." Lin Sheng felt that this dream was becoming more and more real and more interesting.
Chapter completed!