A lot of people have been dying in a row lately, and I already feel that the supernatural forces have investigated me, and I want to get Lancelot's help......"

Louis looked up, "He instructed me to do these things, I'm just an ordinary person." ”

"Smack!"

Roger patted Louis on the shoulder.

"Okay, it's hard for you to say so much, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Louis's eyes widened.

"Do you think I'm really interested in your business because I've made you waste so much time talking about old things?"

Roger looked at Louis.

"Don't think I don't know what you are."

"The soul carried in your body is only a small part of it, and your true body should be hidden in the shadows, right?"

As soon as Roger's words fell, Louis's face changed wildly.

"You know?"

"Haha!"

He laughed, "It's too late!" ”

Louis's voice rose sharply, and his face swelled with inexplicable emotion, but then his tail note lasted for a full three seconds, and nothing happened around him.

"What is this guy doing?"

Amanda looked confused.

"What's going on? Why am I still here? ”

Roger sighed helplessly.

"Poor fellow." Roger shook his head, "Do you really think you can beat Superman with a pistol?" ”

Roger's eyes lit up, he turned to look in a certain direction, and with a punch, the Alder Fayin pushed the air into a series of popping sounds.

A large hole was blown straight into the wall of the room.

"This is the real world?"

Amanda felt like she was about to be confused.

Behind the collapsed walls was a dark room, and on a beautifully decorated picture frame, a young man was crying out in terror.

The frame was like a cage to him, and he flapped it desperately, but he couldn't get out of it.

"If you hadn't taken the initiative to contact you, I think it would have been a lot of trouble to find you."

Roger opened his palm, and the light of the Ardennes Seal flickered.

"It's so much easier now."

Under the purple light, Louis was like a fish out of water, he desperately opened his mouth to breathe, but as time passed, his whole person was like a crumpled painting.

The body is squeezed and shrunk, and the pattern on the final frame freezes, while the body in reality becomes a tissue paper.

A wisp of flame flicked across Amanda's fingertips, and the flame ignited the frame, and in the orange firelight, she seemed to hear the roar of Louis's soul.

When everything burned out, an ordinary paintbrush fell to the ground.

"Kind of an extra bonus."

Roger put away the paintbrush in his hand.

"This thing is really weird." Amanda couldn't help but sigh that Louis was just an ordinary person, but with this paintbrush and careful design, he could make Amanda feel tricky.

"Is this guy's story true?"

"It's true or not."

Roger used Dirio's mask to replicate Lancelot's face, Lancelot's soul had become incomplete, and his memories were even more fragmented, and even if he wore his mask, Roger could only gain a part of his memories.

There were very few things about Louis in those memories, and Roger could only judge some general directions, but he didn't know the specific details.

"Maybe 100 years ago, this Louis had his own story, and there was a price to pay for any cursed item drive, this guy buried himself, but at the same time mutilated a lot of people."

What happened in the secret room did not alarm anyone, and the real manor was full of people, and Roger, after thinking about it, also said his own suggestion.

"You want me to leave the Warlock's Guild for a while?"

Amanda hesitated.

"If I do this, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble, they must have a way to find me, and ...... then"

"You don't have to worry about that, I can take you to a place, as long as you stay there, no one will be able to find you."

Roger took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid something big is about to happen recently, Bedwell's identity can no longer be used, and when we help you solve some hidden dangers in your body, we will leave here completely."

There was an inexplicable glint in his eyes.

"The Black Tide is coming, many people are ready to move, and the ordinary third-order here is just a powerful cannon fodder, this is a battlefield belonging to the fourth-order, we must be careful."

There are a lot of things that Roger can't explain to Amanda.

However, since Bedwell's identity has disappeared, as the last sorceress who has been in contact with Bedwell, if Amanda continues to appear, she will definitely be interrogated by many forces.

At this juncture, I'm afraid no one would pay attention to the thoughts of a second-order sorceress.

What awaits Amanda will be the most brutal interrogation.

In that case, let Amanda disappear along with Bedwell's identity.

As for Lancelot.

To be honest, Roger was also a little hesitant.

He has Lancelot's legacy core in his hands, plus Dirio's mask, although it is difficult to continue to play Lancelot's identity.

However, on some occasions, it is still feasible to suddenly become a spoiler under the identity of Lancelot.

And Gawain.

Until now, Roger can't figure out why he instigated Lancelot to attack Bedwell, just to create chaos and provoke conflicts, does he mean what he found?

Then let Lancelot come to the temptation in disguise.

"This guy ......"

Roger had other thoughts surging in his heart, and he suppressed the idea of taking revenge on Gawain immediately, "You can't cheap him, before you really do it, you should at least make up for my mental loss......"

Lancelot's operation was extremely secretive, and even Geraint, who had always been inseparable from him, did not follow him.

This also made it easier for Roger to deal with the beginnings and ends, and the manor was brightly lit, but the two quietly left there, and it should be some time before the incident broke out, and this time was enough time for them to stay away from Poland.

Back...... Bay Town.

Amanda didn't expect Roger to bring her here either.

"It's thousands of miles away from Poland, but in the otherworld, distance isn't the main problem, and as long as I'm alive, Margaret will be able to find me."

Returning here after a few months away from home, Amanda felt inexplicable emotions in her heart.

Walking through the dark woods, she couldn't help but think of everything that had happened here.

"It's only been a few months, and I can't even remember Betty's face."

"And Bob, and Simpson......"

"I'll help you with Margaret's problem, but not now."

Roger made a promise.

Amanda was originally only a small character, but she was involved with Bedwell and was involved in the death of a Legacy Knight, so her small role would attract a lot of attention.

If Roger had done something to Margaret at this time, it would have caused a chain reaction.

"It's definitely not okay to just hide here."

The two of them walked through the trees and up a hill, and a thin mist drifted through the darkness, which was still a little bit of a role for Anna to set up nearby.

In the mist, a forest hut loomed.

"Welcome to my secret base."

Roger had wanted to hide Amanda in the Shadow Hut, which was Dublin, close to him, so that he could always take care of him if something happened.

However, he thought about it later, the Shadow Gate had not yet merged, and the world behind the door was still uncertain, so it might not be a good decision to let Amanda stay there at this time.

Despite the cramped size of the Cemetery Cottage, Roger now has several fairy tale manuscripts in his hands, and opening them in the Hunter's Cottage is equivalent to opening up a separate space.

In the fairytale world of the Hunter's Hut, Margaret and the others must not be able to find Amanda.

The fairytale world is open to space, and Amanda can also find plenty of fun things to do if she wants, and her free time can also be used to continue to improve the purity of the bloodline.

At this point, Roger couldn't help much for the time being, but he already had a little idea in his mind.

The two pushed the door open.

Even though it had been unoccupied, the room was still incredibly clean, and Amanda looked around, "Are you going to let me live here?" ”

She gestured to the wooden bed in the middle of the house.

"Are you serious?"

Roger sat on the bed with a smile, "You don't understand what this bed means to me. ”

Amanda looked eccentric.

Roger sat down next to him, making room for space.

"To be honest, I've wanted to give it a try a long time ago."

"Try what?"

Amanda still couldn't understand the look in Roger's eyes.

She soon understood, though.

The night was long.

Leaving a silver manuscript early in the morning of the second day, Roger left Amanda.

Time has been delayed long enough, and if you don't take some things again, I'm afraid you won't have a chance.

Although he can now use Dior's mask to disguise himself as Lancelot, Lancelot's Legacy Core is not under his control.

Without the aura of strength, just having a face will not help at all, but it is easier to show flaws, Roger simply found a random face in the mask, and then set off to a famous tourist attraction in Ingman.

Stonehenge.

Also known as the Salisbury Stone Ring, located on a plain 120 kilometres from the Fog Capital, these stones weigh about 50 tonnes and attract visitors from all over the world every year.

Mixed in with the crowd, Roger didn't expect that Lancelot would hide what he had collected here.

As for the treasure of the First Knight, Roger said that he still had a little interest.

He followed the crowd of tourists, slowly walked around Stonehenge, and then based on the memories obtained from the mask, he finally found the location where Lancelot stored the treasure.

Taking out a cross-shaped key from his pocket, it was a cursed item on Lancelot's body, and after determining the exact location, Roger circled around the stone pillar, the key in his hand was activated, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had fallen into the rock.

It was pitch black all around, with only a glimmer of unknown minerals mixed in the stone walls, and a pitch-black passage leading underground.

Flames rose from his hands, and Roger made his way down the steps.

Although it seems to exist inside the stone henge, if you guess correctly, he should have been transferred to another dimension at this point.

After walking down for a distance, a heavy stone slab blocked the way, Roger took out Lancelot's inheritance core, he stimulated the inheritance core, and the blue ice crystals instantly spread to the stone slab.

Click!

The stone wall turned into ice, and then the entire wall shattered, revealing a gate about two meters wide.

Behind the door is a small room, and the first thing that catches your eye is a heavy set of knight's armor!

"Sure enough, you've come to the right place!"

It was a special area that only Lancelot could open, and the Legacy Core in his hand trembled, as if it was struggling unyieldingly, but Roger flipped his hand and the Legacy Core vanished.

"Don't worry, Lancelot, I'll cherish these things and use them where they ought."

Roger walked into the room with his hands on his hands and quickly checked it out.

He didn't look at all the precious spell-casting materials, and put them all into the pockets he had prepared in advance, herbs, cast metals, alchemical items, and the tissues and organs of transcendent creatures.

He is worthy of being the first knight, and he is not much stronger than the poor ghost of Bedwell.

"I'm afraid this guy is the richest of all the Knights of the Round Table, right?"

Roger thought as he quickly collected.

He had only one purpose now, and that was to empty the storage room completely.

"Sure enough, only robbery is the fastest way to make a fortune."

"On weekdays, no matter how many boxes you turn over and kill more monsters, you can't loot as fast as you do!"

While collecting, Roger was already thinking about another question.

"Lancelot treasured so many things, and that was the same name as Gawain......"

He felt that he had to plan well, and before he made a move on Gawain, it was best to squeeze all the benefits out of him!

"Wait, what is this?!"

By the end of the collection, Roger had become mechanically numb, but when he reached the innermost corner of the room, he still felt a wave of heat surging from one of the iron boxes.

The black iron box emitted a scorching aura, and even though he was cut off for the most part, Roger could still feel the terrible desire to burn everything in the world!!

Next to the iron box was another open box, the bottom of which was dented downward, the size and shape of which reminded Roger of an item that Lancelot had used.

"Dragon...... Dragon scales?! ”

"Could it be that this guy has another dragon scale in his hand?"

"Scorching breath."

"These are the scales of the red dragon!!"

Without hastily opening the box to inspect it, Roger took a few steps closer and let out a spirit to feel the aura enveloping the outside of the iron box.

"That's right, it must be dragon scales!"

If you use this thing as a base material and add all kinds of precious metals, you will definitely be able to create a very powerful fire-attribute weapon.

Roger was somewhat uncomfortable with the loss of the Sword of the Sun, and if he created a dragon scale sword, it could just make up for his loss.

However, there are many other uses for dragon scales besides crafting weapons.

For example......

Using the breath of dragon scales to stimulate the activity of the bloodline is more effective than any alchemical potion for a flame warlock!

Thinking of this, Roger didn't hesitate to determine the usefulness of this dragon scale.

Well, for the happiness of the second half of your life, some investments are still necessary.