It All Starts with the Wizard

Walking out of the arena, Roman took a deep breath of the fresh air outside. The smell inside the arena really made him tortured. He felt that every olfactory nerve of his own was strongly protesting.

But there is no way. I have to come often in the future. This is the only place that Roman knows to harvest the grievances safely. You don’t need to do it yourself, and it won’t attract the attention of the sheriff at all. You only need to pay a little reasonable gold coins. Own, is there anything more cost-effective than this?

Looking at the sky, the sky was already a bit dim at the moment. Ignoring Jasmine's sad and expectant eyes, Roman walked back to the Jones family villa.

As he was walking, he met Haite coming out of the villa. He looked a little haggard. There were two big dark circles around his eyes, his eyes were dull, and the whole person seemed a little restless.

"Haite, what are you doing?"

Roman waved his hand to stop him, and stood in front of him. Haite didn't seem to notice Roman's appearance at all. It wasn't until Roman reached out his hand to put his hand against his chest that he suddenly reacted. The confusion in his eyes quickly subsided, and he helped him. He held Roman's arm, and his tone was still wandering like a waking dream:

"Oh, Merlin, I must be distracted again. I don’t know why lately. I have always been unable to concentrate, and I often can’t even remember what I’m doing? Merlin, my friend, am I sick, are you? Pharmacist, can you help me see."

Roman's eyes swept behind him, the gloomy light in his eyes flashed away, and Haite's source force could no longer stop the terrible curse from Galente.

It is like a disgusting parasite entrenched in the soul, tearing apart the source layer around his body and extending in.

The black disgusting tentacles have turned into thin black silk threads, and they have begun to spread from his neck to the rest of his soul.

Roman hugged Haite, who was very haggard, and patted his back lightly with his hand, and said:

"Relax, my dear friend, you are too nervous. You must have not rested last night. Listen to me. Don't think about anything now. Go back and drink a glass of gin, and get a good night's sleep. Everything will be tomorrow. It's alright."

Hearing Roman's deep words, Haite's expression eased, he slapped his cheek vigorously, trying to wake himself up, then watched Roman pretending to be relaxed and said:

"I think you’re right, Merlin. Maybe it’s because I’ve been too tired from practicing recently. I really need to take a good rest. Compared to gin, I think I should have something hotter. I know a good pub. Not only is there the strongest wine in the entire Illot, but there is also a lady boss who still has the charm. How about, do you want to have a drink together, please!"

Roman smiled and rejected him:

"It sounds like a good idea, but I still have something to deal with. Unfortunately, I may not be able to accompany you. Go and enjoy yourself. After all, such an opportunity is rare, isn't it?"

Heit laughed loudly, and seemed to have returned to his former look:

"Haha, it's a pity that you don't go, Merlin, I promise you will like it there. I will end my experience in a while and return to the Cavaliers Academy to prepare for the subsequent assessments. Then there will be no time to go to the bar to drink. Yes, but I will miss you, Merlin!"

After speaking, Haite patted Roman on the shoulder again, and then passed him.

Roman looked back at Haite's back, his eyes were deep, without a trace of sadness or pity, Haite and the others were still ignorant of the horror they were about to face.

But the same terrible Roman has faced him twice, and each time he evoked the deepest panic and longing for the unknown in his heart.

This feeling is extremely contradictory, making him both fearful and eager to lift the heavy fog that is shrouded in darkness, to see exactly what is playing him between his palms.

Perhaps out of the knight's instinct, Haite felt something vaguely in his heart, that's why he suddenly said so much to Roman, a stranger who was not too familiar.

Sometimes, strangers do make people open up more easily than close ones, but Roman doesn’t feel much about it. He doesn’t hate this young knight, but he doesn’t take risks for the sake of encountering each other. Besides, he doesn't have the ability to change anything.

Withdrawing his gaze, Roman still walked towards the direction of the villa and entered the villa. Roman went straight back to his room. There was some uneasy restlessness from the doll in his heart. It was in fear, fear that hiding in Diana's soul. Things at the place.

It already faintly felt that the thing seemed to be overwhelming, and Roman sighed secretly. It seemed that the curse would explode before all this happened, and he had to complete the next plan before all this happened.

Leaning on the sofa, Roman took out a cigar and lighted it. The smell of tobacco always calmed him down. He took out one red and one blue shadow stone from his pocket and placed it on the table, and then took out the bottles of potion. Put it up together.

After thinking about it for a while, Roman still picked up the red one first. He wanted to confirm how effective this secret method that could improve mind control was.

Spiritual power slowly penetrated into the shadow stone in front of him, and a message flowed into his mind. This feeling Roman could not be more familiar with, and it was exactly the same as the feeling of instilling information in him before the apocalypse, but the shadow stone was comparable The Apocalypse is much gentler.

If the Photographic Stone is a gentle trickle, then the Apocalypse is to hold the Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon into your head hard, that taste almost makes Roman want to ascend to the sky in place.

Such gentle memory transmission made Roman a little eager~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He savored the secret method contained in the photo-shading stone, and soon, he raised his head, the expression on his face was a little uncertain.

This secret method can indeed effectively improve mind control, but it cannot be accomplished overnight. It takes a lot of time to exercise, which obviously does not meet Roman's current needs.

Roman picked up another blue spar and read the content inside, but this time he had an unexpected surprise.

What is recorded here is a source of breath called Razor's Edge, and it seems that the level is not low, it seems that it can transform the nature of source force from no attribute to wind attribute.

Moreover, after a careful study, Roman also probably understood the principle of the source-breathing method using mental power. The source-breathing method does not accumulate spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness, but uses a special breathing method to disperse the spiritual power. Go everywhere in the body and store them in various cells.

Then when necessary, by stimulating the mental power in the cell, stimulating the cell activity, so as to burst out the power far beyond ordinary people.

A knight who has cultivated to a certain level not only has extremely powerful physical functions, but can even release a large amount of mental power in his cells to form a variety of attack methods.