The metal door opened, and Lin Sheng quickly walked in, closing the door behind him.
Holding his black sword, he scanned the courtyard of the mansion.
The courtyard was littered with black flocs, but he had no idea what they were. These flocs were constantly being blown by the cold wind, rolling and sliding on the ground.
There was a bronze nameplate hanging on the wall to the right of the metal door, it was covered in green and moldy spots.
Lin Sheng reached out to wipe the nameplate, revealing the blurry picture and words underneath.
'Sir Kaarman's Mansion — Temple Street Number 6.'
Below the words was a picture of a large bird that looked like an owl flapping its wings.
'A knight's mansion?'
Lin Sheng squinted his eyes, and did not look any further.
Retracting his gaze, he slowly walked forward with his sword in hand, cautiously walking into the empty courtyard.
He walked towards the fountain, and soon, he reached the stone tablet in front of the fountain.
Under the moonlight, he looked around warily as he scanned the words carved on the tablet.
'Does not accept credit.'
'Does not accept currency.'
'Does not accept members of the Fitton Family.'
'If you have something or information that interests me, perhaps I can waive the fee for you.' — Kaarman Wester
'This place, doesn't look like an ordinary knight's mansion …' Lin Sheng had some guesses in his mind.
He walked past the stone tablet, and went straight to the mansion's main door.
The white door was carved with a large owl with its wings spread out.
As Lin Sheng approached, the large bird chirped, and slowly folded its wings, opening its eyes. The door slowly opened, revealing an entrance that was just wide enough for one person to enter.
Lin Sheng was startled by the sudden movement, and immediately assumed a cautious posture.
But after assuming his posture, there was no movement for a long time.
There was only a small gap in the door, and cold wind kept gushing out.
He then squinted his eyes, tapped the tip of his sword on the door, and gave it a light push.
The door slowly opened completely.
Inside was a spacious and gorgeous golden hall.
On the wall facing the door, there was a huge oil painting. The painting was of a middle-aged man with brown curly hair and white skin. He had a small mustache, and wore a noble's tights that were full of medals.
Lin Sheng took a closer look under the moonlight.
The middle-aged man in the oil painting seemed to be holding a sword in his hand, and there was a large black dog crouching on the ground beside him.
The black dog was almost as tall as the man's chest when it squatted down. It had a ferocious appearance, and both sides of its neck were covered with black manes, like a black lion.
His heart tightened, but he had no intention of retreating.
After absorbing so many memory fragments and meditating on the Ashen Seal for so long, he had a certain level of confidence in his current strength.
The white line on the test tower showed that he was now a Level 2 warrior even in the old Blackfeather City.
Not to mention a Level 2 warrior who had inherited the Ashen Seal.
In Blackfeather City's system, a Level 2 soldier was considered an elite soldier, even if it was because of the Ashen Seal that he was classified as a Level 2.
But it was enough.
Lin Sheng had the fragmented memories, so he knew very well that his physical fitness was far inferior to that of a Rank 2 Warrior.
In other words, the reason he was rated as Level 2 was most likely because of the Ashen Seal runes he had meditated on.
The runes of the Ashen Seal gave him good resistance to attacks. That was where his confidence came from!
Holding his sword with both hands, Lin Sheng slowly walked into the hall.
He started from left to right, and slowly searched the cabinets and hidden compartments along the walls.
The many cabinets and hidden compartments were quickly pulled open by him. But they were all empty, and there was nothing inside.
All the way to the huge oil painting hanging on the wall, Lin Sheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He seemed to have heard something.
A faint sound of footsteps approaching.
In the hall, the floor was not carpeted, but hard stone slabs.
The footsteps were not disguised, and when they stepped on the hard stone slabs, there was a faint sound of footsteps.
Lin Sheng turned around, clenched his black sword, and focused.
Suddenly, he saw a black shadow flash to his right from the corner of his eye.
"It's coming!" Lin Sheng swung his hands, and slashed at the black shadow.
* Clang! *
The two swords clashed.
The black shadow revealed itself under the moonlight that shone through the window.
It was a masked swordsman about 1.7 meters tall.
What surprised Lin Sheng was that the masked swordsman was a female.
She wore a tight black leather armor, and her breasts were perky. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and a mask covered her entire face below her eyes.
But through the tightly-fitting mask, one could still see that she was pretty.
Soon, the second strike came.
Lin Sheng held his sword with both hands, and swung to the side, just in time to parry the opponent's blade.
Unexpectedly, the swordsman held her sword with one hand, and pulled out a dagger with the other, and thrust it at him.
The dagger was aimed at Lin Sheng's lower abdomen.
He shrunk his abdomen, and narrowly avoided the dagger. At the same time, he leaned to the side, and dodged the opponent's sweeping blade.
The two of them exchanged blows in the hall.
In less than ten breaths, Lin Sheng was slashed twice. It was the dagger that came out of nowhere, and it forced him into a panic.
The masked swordsman's attacks were extremely fast, much faster than Lin Sheng's.
If not for the Ashen Seal Shelter on him, the two slashes would have split his abdomen open.
Fortunately, the opponent's swordsmanship was not that strong. Before Lin Sheng, who had fused his mercenary instincts and orthodox Blackfeather swordsmanship, she was still a notch weaker.
The two of them exchanged blows quickly, and their blades clashed twice in a second.
A large amount of stamina was expended, and Lin Sheng was panting, his chest pumping like a blower.
But the swordsman was like a perpetual motion machine. She was not tired, and still maintained her initial frenzied attack rate.
The only thing that Lin Sheng was glad about was that the opponent's eyes were pitch black, and she seemed to have no consciousness. It was as if she was swinging her sword based on instinct.
* Bam! *
Suddenly, he kicked a stool on the ground, and kicked it over.
The stool was knocked away by the swordsman's sword. Before she could continue to pounce, Lin Sheng pulled a wooden bookshelf over and pressed it down.
There was a crisp clatter.
The swordsman's body froze, and her chest was pierced by a black sword that came out from the gap between the bookshelves.
She rushed forward two steps in a frenzy, and let the black sword pierce through her chest and come out from her back.
A large amount of black blood gushed out from the edge of the wound, but the swordsman did not seem to feel it. She continued to struggle, waving her sword and slashing at Lin Sheng who was behind the bookshelf.
Unfortunately, as more and more blood flowed out, her movements became slower and slower. Finally, she fell forward, her head hitting the bookshelf and rolling on the ground.
Lin Sheng moved the black sword forcefully, pulled it out, and stabbed the swordsman again. After making sure she was no longer moving, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"This monster, if it wasn't for the fact that she was too stupid to try and slash me while carrying the bookshelf, I would have been the one to die this time."
Lin Sheng felt a lingering fear.
His arrogance from being a level two swordsman quickly cooled down.
If the swordsman in front of him had not become a monster and completely lost her mind, he would have been easily killed in this duel.
She was faster and had better endurance than him. Other than the slightly weaker sword techniques, she had the advantage.
"Seems like she's not completely dead, but she definitely can't move." Lin Sheng pushed the bookshelf away and gently placed it to the side.
He walked up to the swordsman, squatted down, and quickly checked the spoils of war.
The sword in the swordsman's hand was of ordinary quality. After the collision with the black sword, there were a few nicks on it.
On her body, there were three black steel needles on the side of the leather armor over her breasts. He did not know what they were for.
A black leather pouch hung on the side of her slender waist.
Lin Sheng took off the leather pouch, opened it, and poured it out. A yellow scroll rolled out.
He picked up the scroll and quickly opened it. The words on it were a little blurred, and it seemed to be a list of items.
"The blood of three adults, one standard bottle of deer blood, one standard unit of redwood. Nine standard units of silver powder — Sacrifice Ritual. "
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