A moment later.
Lin Sheng sat in the kitchen and carefully examined the rotten swordsman's black sword.
The black sword was as long as an arm and as wide as a palm. Its surface was coated with a glass-like gloss, and its hilt was covered with a black handguard. Like the silver sword before, it had a cross-shaped blade.
In the middle of the sword, near the hilt, there was a vertical pupil mark.
It was exactly the same as the silver sword before.
"It seems that the rotten swordsman is Ravel." Lin Sheng, who had seen some of the memories, could basically determine the identity of the rotten swordsman.
"The most unbelievable thing is that I can absorb his memory!" He reached for the black sword's hilt and gently lifted it.
The black sword was a little heavier than the silver sword before, about 1.5 times heavier.
Lin Sheng held it in his hand and waved it gently. Surprisingly, it fit well.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity allowed him to stabilize his body. His muscles exerted force from his legs to his waist and abdomen, and then to his shoulders and arms. Finally, he thrust the sword forward.
Swoosh!
The black sword instantly thrust forward in a black line, accurately and steadily piercing the air in front of him with a slight sound.
"???" Lin Sheng's body stiffened. "What's going on?"
The smooth way he thrust the sword just now was completely instinctive, without the slightest hesitation.
It was as if he had practiced it countless times in advance.
After a pause, Lin Sheng swung the sword again and tried other moves.
But no matter how he swung the sword, he could not feel anything except for the thrust just now.
So, he began to practice the thrust as well.
As he continued to practice, the faint sound of something piercing through the air came from the kitchen.
He felt that this move was definitely powerful.
"Wait! This move … feels like the move used by the rotten swordsman! "
Lin Sheng had died from the thrust before. Now, as he continued to practice, he suddenly felt that it was a little familiar.
Swoosh!
He thrust the sword forward again.
It was a very simple basic move, but when combined with the strength of the whole body, the power was so great that it did not seem like a basic move.
"The attack point is the same. The left side of the chest … where the heart is."
Recalling the fragments of memories 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 rotten swordsman's incomplete memories, it wouldn't be too hard to accept that I've obtained the rotten swordsman's body's memories. After all, it's a dream. Anything can happen."
Lin Sheng composed himself and quickly began to enjoy the feeling of becoming much stronger.
Holding his black sword, he slowly left the kitchen and went to the hall to check on the rotten swordsman's corpse. After confirming that there was nothing unusual.
He grabbed the corpse by its clothes and dragged it out the door, then closed the door and lowered the bolt.
Because there was no water in the manor, Lin Sheng simply used the curtain as a rag to wipe the black blood off his hands.
He then returned to his study and sat down, intending to continue memorizing the handbook of swordsmanship.
However, not long after he sat down, he was surprised to find that there were a few phrases in the handbook, and he actually knew what they meant.
Combined with the context and illustrations, he could roughly read the general idea of some of the pages without even guessing.
"It must be because of Ravel's incomplete memories that I've just absorbed!" Lin Sheng was overjoyed. He did not expect to kill a monster in his dream.
He quickly began to scan the handbook.
Soon, he had finished reading the entire handbook. As he had expected, there was very little information about swordsmanship in the handbook.
Only a few pages with illustrations mentioned Ravel's famous swordsmanship — Furious Strike.
Lin Sheng read through the contents of the first and last pages of the book.
"Furious Strike is not so much Ravel's famous swordsmanship. It's just that Ravel used it very well, so it became famous."
He flipped through the pages, his eyes wandering over some of the contents.
"This handbook is called a handbook of swordsmanship. In fact, apart from mentioning some swordsmanship practice methods, most of the rest is about Ravel's travels, battle stories, and experiences. Most of them are just boasting and exaggerating. "
Lin Sheng shook his head and put down the book. With some of Ravel's memories, he was able to read the handbook that he had studied for a long time. He could somewhat recognize many words.
He stood up and scanned the bookshelf again.
Soon, he found another book that he could read.
This book was different from the other handbooks. There was nothing on the cover. After opening it, only the first half of the book had content, and most of it was scribbled.
Lin Sheng carefully opened the first page and began to read carefully.
"It seems to be a notebook?"
At the top of the first page, there was a line of blurred words.
"… The sky is dark again … Twain is here again."
"He intends to leave this place and find a way to ask for help. But it's too late to turn back. Leaving will bring more terrible consequences. "
There was a line of blurred words below, and he could not read the content clearly.
Lin Sheng simply turned to the second page.
"The night is getting longer, and the wind is getting colder. Twain has left. My last best friend, I hope you will be safe … "
They were all simple words and phrases, and Lin Sheng was unexpectedly easy to read.
He began to flip through the pages and skim.
"I'm old, and my strength has declined greatly. Polly has also grown up. Today, she actually knocked down my sword for the first time. I'm very pleased. "
"More and more chickens and ducks in the manor have gone missing recently. I don't know if they are dead or what?"
"… The wind, is about to freeze …"
"I wish everything could go back to the beginning."
As he flipped through the pages, Lin Sheng found that the content of the notebook, except for the parts that he could not understand, was mostly about daily life.
It was all about the daily life between Ravel and his granddaughter, Polly.
But there seemed to be a great danger in the outside world, and it was approaching step by step.
There was a faint sense of despair and depression in Ravel's words.
As he flipped through the pages, Lin Sheng soon reached the last few pages that he could read.
"Did something happen to the patrols of Blackfeather City? Even the last shield is gone … Everything is hopeless … Looks like I have to go to La Chapelle and get my new sword. The sword from before is obviously not going to last much longer. "
"Polly will be fine. With the protection of my armor, she will definitely be able to get out safely …"
At this point, everything became blurry, and he could not see anything clearly.
Lin Sheng frowned.
From this notebook, he learned a few important pieces of information.
First, this was probably a place called Blackfeather City.
Second, the last place Ravel went to to get the sword was a place called La Chapelle, which should be a place that specialized in buying and selling weapons. Maybe he could find some protective equipment there.
Lin Sheng, who had been in the club for a week, was no longer ignorant of such weapons and equipment.
When he looked up information on the Internet, he knew very well that a good set of armor would be a great help in improving one's survivability.
"Blackfeather City … La Chapelle …" Lin Sheng felt that the dream was getting more and more real. It was getting more and more interesting.
He could not wait to find out what had happened in Blackfeather City, and why Ravel had turned from a Level Two swordsman into a rotten monster.
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