Alan looked at Ghislaine, who was right in front of him, and smiled broadly. The murderous aura from the chase and slaughter just now was swept away in an instant. It wasn't really the Boreas bloodline acting up. It was that the person in front of him was a genuine Sword God Style Sword King. He finally didn't have to learn swordsmanship from his brother Paul, whose sword speed was slower than his own. This was a great victory.
Of course, besides this, there was also the 'emotional' factor from the original plot. Alan blinked and looked at Ghislaine in the swamp from a level perspective. She had chocolate-colored skin, a head of unkempt gray-black hair draped over her shoulders, an eyepatch on her face, and a pair of ears that stood straight up, looking very energetic. Even though she looked very disheveled, completely soaked, she still had a sharp and fierce air about her. As for her body, she was wearing very revealing leather clothes... so revealing that it was exactly the same as in the original anime, but it didn't arouse any amorous thoughts in Alan. Because this lady's upper arm was almost as thick as Alan's calf, and she was also very tall and sturdy, completely unrelated to the female features under the revealing leather clothes. At this moment, half of her body was sunk in the swamp, yet she could still meet the eyes of the half-squatting Alan.
All this information pointed to one thing. That is, Ghislaine was a very powerful Sword God Style swordsman.
Hmm... So Paul is really awesome... even though he can't even block Alan's Sword of Silence now, it doesn't diminish the fact that he's awesome.
Ghislaine silently studied Alan, whose expression was constantly changing and quite interesting. Her gaze moved from his face to his body, and then to his hand that had been holding a sword for many years. A trace of admiration flashed in her eyes, and she spoke in a low, steady voice. "Alan, you're almost exactly as I expected."
Alan blinked. "As you expected?"
Ghislaine looked at him in silence for a moment, opened her mouth as if to say something, but finally closed it and changed the subject. "Sorry, I couldn't help. Shouting like that to attract Jade's attention was the best I could think of."
Alan looked at Ghislaine's stern, unsmiling face and smiled. "It was very effective. You helped a lot."
A cloud of smoke swayed in front of Alan.
[Instant Task - Philip's Intentions and the People Behind the Scenes, Completed.]
[Participation Score, Increased!]
[You had already figured out Philip's intentions. And the variable of tonight, the assassination hidden behind the fake kidnapping, and the people behind the scenes, you also had your own judgment.]
[As for the extra variables you brought yourself, why would Ghislaine need to help 'cover' for you?]
[Who is in the swamp at this moment? And who killed Nakul and Jade?]
[North God Style Promotion - Saint Level.]
[I don't think there's any better proof of 'promotion' than killing two North God Style Saint-level swordsmen in an hour, right?]
[I believe that your wild master, who wanted to pull you out of the Water God Style dojo and has the name of the North God the Second, would not be stingy with his praise for you.]
[Even if his way of granting ranks is a bit casual.]
[Evaluation: In terms of adaptability in battle, you are a genius. The gates of the Qiba School will always be open for you.]
[The North God the Second said it, not me.]
Alan's mouth twitched. The uneven quality of the North God Style swordsmen was almost entirely the fault of the North God the Second, who had popularized the Qiba School. As long as the basics were solid and one had excellent practical 'ideas', even a weirdo covered in mirrors could be granted the rank of North King. And the system's evaluation was based on the average level of the entire rank. It was not surprising that he became a North God Style Sword Saint after killing two Sword Saints. Because there were too many Sword Saints. There were even nearly forty North Kings in this world? You know, there was only one Sword King. It was also quite ridiculous. Ghislaine would have cried if she had seen it.
Ghislaine did not cry. She just looked at Alan's outstretched hand, reached out and placed her palm on his, and then replied very sincerely, somewhat unsociably. "Helped a lot? No, I didn't help at all. Are Miss Eris and the others okay?"
Hearing this, Alan broke free from his complicated thoughts. He blinked and instinctively held Ghislaine's hand. "They're fine. I've already dealt with the kidnappers. They're all..."
As they spoke, Alan's palm and Ghislaine's palm were completely clasped together. The other person's hand was bigger than he had expected, and her skin was very rough, reminding him of a stubborn rock that had been exposed to the wind and sun for many years. It also contained great power. As expected of a Sword King who had been training for many years. Hmm... great power... hmm... crap!! This is way too strong!!
The thought was still flashing. Alan instinctively wanted to exert force, but he had just cut a few wooden planks to extend from the edge of the swamp to show off. Now, under the wooden planks was the flowing water of the swamp. How could he have a firm footing? As expected, with a crisp crack, the wooden plank under Alan suddenly broke, and he was pulled into the water by Ghislaine, who was three times his weight.
Alan quickly flipped out of the muddy water and then felt why Ghislaine couldn't move. Because there was no footing in the muddy water, and the four-legged form technique could not be used in this situation. The lubricant filler in the Red Ink was even more slippery than imagined, making the relative force meaningless. He flapped his arms twice and found that his body hadn't moved. Only then did he judge that Ghislaine not sinking was already a testament to her battle aura control ability.
The rain beat down on Alan's body. He looked at the broken pieces of wood floating up and down with him. He fell silent. Along with him in silence was Ghislaine beside him. She looked at Alan, who was covered in mud and completely different from his divine descent posture just now. She hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking. It was still a serious apology. "Sorry."
"...No need to be sorry. By the way, this rain should dilute the lubricant after a while, right?"
"I've tried. It works. In the middle of being trapped while fighting Jade just now, I could clearly feel a sense of footing. It's just that he released more Red Ink, so it's not easy to judge now. If they were still alive, maybe we could ask them."
Alan looked at the two heads neatly arranged on the bank of the swamp and swallowed hard. He couldn't tell for a moment whether Ghislaine's serious words were a joke. He turned his head and saw Ghislaine looking at the two heads on the bank with a serious expression.
Alan swallowed hard again. "Forget about them. The dead can't be resurrected. By the way, what about the dosage? How much Red Ink did the other party throw the first time? Do you still remember?"
"He threw it several times. I didn't count specifically."
"...Ah... then from the time you were trapped until you could feel a footing, can you roughly estimate the time?"
"Hmm... let me calculate..."
A long silence.
"Sorry... I can't really calculate it."
Alan looked at the broken wooden planks in front of him, which were no different from his state of mind. His lips opened and closed for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a word.
"6."
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