"Whoa!"

The bathroom was misty, and an emaciated figure slowly emerged from the pool soaked in green liquid.

Roger wiped the water stains off his face and exposed only his head to the air.

The deal with Joseph was finalized, and the next morning several wagons drove into the manor, which were some ordinary herbs that Joseph had sent as agreed.

Roger's alchemy knowledge was already incomparably rich, and the only thing he lacked now was the transformation of the name of the drug and the specific ratio.

It's an incredibly long process for a normal person, but with the Hunter's Hut, Roger quickly finds the balance between the different worlds.

The most important thing is that what he needs most at the moment is not the potion used to increase his strength, but how to keep this body alive as much as possible.

The bathroom is filled with moisture, but in fact, it is not a liquid that evaporates due to excessive temperature, and the water temperature in the bathroom is even below freezing.

The air was filled with a special potion that Roger had added.

In this potion formula, Roger also added something extremely special.

The water of the Lake of Life from the edge of the world of Elrod.

It existed in the depths of Roger's soul, beside the hunter's hut, embodied in a puddle of water.

But in reality, it is no longer any real liquid, and should be a kind of embodiment like the door of shadows and lanterns.

It can't be drunk directly, but under Roger's control, a part of the power of the rules can be integrated into ordinary water.

Even a small trace can be regarded as a deadly poison for ordinary people.

The color of the pool faded, and the mist that filled the air slowly disappeared, and Roger stood up, revealing his emaciated and pale body.

A large faint hole appeared in his abdomen, and the edges of the wound lost its blood color, and even the internal organs could be seen.

Casually taking the needle and thread next to him, Roger expertly sewed up the wound.

Fluids can enter the body through wounds, increasing the absorption capacity of the agent in disguise.

With that insignificant little bit of life lake water, Roger completed the basic formula, and now the body he manipulated even had some body temperature.

If you come into contact with a normal person, it will only make people feel strange and not too surprised.

The formula still needs to be perfected, this similar breath of life can only last for a while, but the ratio of potions does not require any overly complicated herbs, and the most important thing is that little bit of life lake water.

Drying off the water stains, Roger slowly got dressed and left the bathroom.

"Sir, the kitchen is ready for dinner......"

Emily waited at the door.

"Deliver it to my room in a moment."

Roger didn't go into the depths of the hallway, and followed the stairs to the study.

The body can no longer see the abnormality, but the corpse is unable to absorb the food, and Roger does not want a pile of food to rot in his stomach, so he can only try to avoid any normal eating.

"Yes."

Emily whispered, glancing at Roger's back, then stepped back cautiously.

At the beginning of her recovery from a serious illness, this once extremely familiar figure made her feel a little strange, obviously still as thin as ever, but Emily always had an extremely suffocating feeling.

Electricity, a symbol of civilization, has not yet appeared in this world, at least there is no sign of widespread use in the memory of this body.

But even in a world where productivity is backward, the aristocracy has a way to enjoy luxury and comfort that ordinary people can't imagine.

The light in the originally dim study was bright, and the time came to autumn, and it was getting dark a little faster than usual, Roger did not sit at the desk, but leaned on the soft couch beside him, picked up the book in his hand and looked at it.

His gaze swept over, but in fact all his attention was focused on the depths of his consciousness.

"It's strange, it seems that there is an unknown force that has cut off my connection with my body."

Roger pondered, this was a problem he had discovered not long ago, and he could feel his body far away from the manor.

On the phantom of the hunter's hut, in addition to the original three sword marks, a new sword mark is gradually taking shape.

"It's really troublesome to not have a body."

Muttering in a low voice, Roger put down the book in his hand and flicked his fingers lightly.

A seemingly simple action contains at least eight unknown changes, and in the process of changing movements, Roger also adjusts his soul power.

"The most basic zero-sum one."

"It's so simple and beautiful."

His eyes became confused, even if he only had a slight experience, the power of the Yakexi Sword Seal was far greater than the Law Seal that Roger had cultivated before.

In the process, his badly wounded soul also showed signs of recovery.

"That's good news."

Although he wanted to get his body back immediately, Roger was not rash, the world seemed to be very strange, and there was a fundamental difference from what he had experienced before.

It's a difference that comes from the soul.

Just then, Roger heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the manor, and then the figures shuttled, and after a commotion, it fell silent.

He didn't think much of it, it seemed that the carriage that had gone out to buy goods happened to be back to the manor, and the manor he was now in was in a prime location, backed by mountains, and there was a river running through the territory near the manor.

Inside, there is also a clear and open lake, which can be regarded as a beautiful scenery.

Roger secretly converted the unit, starting from the manor, about a dozen kilometers later, he could reach the nearby town.

Before the decline of House Anglo, the town was once a family domain, but it was stripped of its title and the territory was returned to the royal family.

Although the nobility of this world is hereditary, it will not be passed on forever, and if there is no new contribution, the title will be reduced over time, and everything will be lost in the end.

Knock knock.

Just then, a gentle female voice came from outside the door.

"Master, Fabre has just returned from town, and he has brought back some of your favorite gadgets, as well as the latest newspapers."

It was the housekeeper of the manor who spoke, and Roger noticed that she addressed herself completely differently from Emily and the others.

"Newspapers?"

Roger was immediately interested.

Not long after, the folded newspaper was brought to the study.

Along with the newspaper, there were a few novelty-looking gadgets.

Something like a monocular, and a delicate copper box.

For these things, Roger just fiddled with them casually, after all, this is a small thing that the original owner of the body once liked, and it would be a bit abnormal if he didn't care at all.

He didn't notice that the butler standing by seemed relieved to see his lack of interest, and asked Roger if he needed tea to refresh himself, and then bowed and left.

"Lookout"

The newspaper is not thick, and the layout is a little old-fashioned, and when I opened it casually, Roger did not find anything similar to a good image and a good temperament on it.

On the genuine headline, a line of bold font is marked with a large line of eye-catching characters.

"Border conflicts, friction may escalate!"

Roger glanced at it a few times, and the newspaper mentioned that just a month earlier, a fortress on the border between the Kingdom of Thurwell and the Federal Republic of Tarun had been suddenly attacked.

It is said that a spy secretly detonated the gunpowder inside the base, which caused a large-scale explosion and riot, directly causing hundreds of casualties.

Roger's kingdom of Thurwell is relatively traditional, with royal families and nobles ruling the country.

The nearby Talon Federation, although it also has nobles, does not have as much power as the Kingdom of Thurwell.

With knowledge of the history of another world, Roger could see the cause of this situational friction.

One is the traditional aristocracy, the other is more like the emerging bourgeoisie.

In this case, contradictions are inevitable.

This attack on the fortress was like a fuse, which instantly escalated the already tense situation.

Within the kingdom there were even those who believed that war was inevitable.

This report is a re-analysis of the events that have unfolded over the past month, from which Roger can learn about the situation within the kingdom.

But he didn't pay attention to this kind of thing, the most powerful transcendent will always be above the ordinary forces.

That's always the only thing he needs to pay attention to.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength was damaged now, he might not have even looked at this kind of thing.

In addition to this recent event, there are other information recorded in the newspapers, including lace news and some speculation.

It seems that in any world, gossip is an indelible nature.

Shaking the newspaper in his hand, a slightly smaller single page fell out of the fold.

When you pick it up, the handwriting on the paper is smaller, and the typography is more confusing.

Compared to the lookout in his hand, this one is obviously much more excessive.

The speculation about some gossip is exaggerated, and it can be written in detail about the cheating story just to report on attending a concert, and even Roger can't help but glance at it a few more times.

"It's a novelty."

He shook the newspaper in his hand, and was about to throw it away, when he suddenly noticed speculation in an inconspicuous plate in the corner.

"There is another secret in the attack on the side of the fortress, the so-called explosion is not a spy organization of the Federal Republic of Tarun at all, according to the grapevine, the so-called explosion is just to hide a more terrible secret!"

"At the junction of the Kingdom and the Federation is a discovery that shocks the world!"

Although the title was eye-catching, the content was so empty that Roger didn't care about it at first, but combined with the map in his mind, he determined the location of the fortress that had been attacked.

Only then did he realize that the direction there was faintly overlapping with his previous sense.

"Strange."

Frowning, Roger put down the newspaper in his hand.

The control over this body has deepened day by day, and some of his small emotions can already be directly reflected in the body.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Leaving the study, Roger returned to his room, ignoring the food on the table, he stood in the middle of the room and took out the longsword he had used for practice.

"Without the nourishment of the body, no matter how powerful the soul is, it is a rootless source."

This body contaminated with the lake of life can only barely be used to maintain the characteristics of a living person, and the body and soul cannot establish a connection, making Roger's recovery even more difficult.

The effect of the Lake of Life is powerful, but it cannot be used to directly nourish the soul, and a slight increase in the dose will have terrible consequences for this corpse.

That thing can cause mutations in living people, and the results will be even more horrific when used on corpses.

"If you can preliminarily master the Yakxi Sword Seal, you may be able to nourish your soul with this power, and it will be much more convenient if you can use the Shadow Gate further."

The movements of his hands did not stop, and Roger controlled his body to move quickly.

…………

Intramuros.

In the glorious council chamber, sat the great nobles at the top of the power of the Kingdom of Sewell.

But at this moment, in the closed hall, these great nobles who always maintain the so-called etiquette are not much different from the citizens who have quarrels in the tavern.

"War is impossible and never will be."

A middle-aged man with two beautiful mustaches said loudly.

"If a war is waged, who will pay for the huge war costs?"

"Is it you Degun, or are you Verlock?"

"Whoever wants to fight will go, I will never agree!"

"Everyone knows how barren the land bordering the fortress is, and if we start a war, even if we can win, we will pay more than we gain!"

"Don't fight?"

A cold snort came.

"The current situation is not up to us, because it is they who want to start a war, not us, and while we all quarrel here, the secret spies of the Federation may have infiltrated every corner of the kingdom."

"How is that possible?"

"The Federation's economy can't sustain a war!" Someone retorted.

"That's because there's not enough deadly temptation."

"Bang!"

With a muffled snort, the conference hall immediately became quiet, and everyone subconsciously tightened their muscles and looked at the position at the top of the long table.

There is a Golden Throne, which is more than twice the width of a normal person.

On the throne was tucked into an old man with a puffy beard and white hair.

His skin was thin, almost transparent, and he could clearly see the subtle blood vessels underneath, and his eyes were cloudy and unfocused.

It seemed that even breathing was a very laborious task, and the old man knocked on the table with a dull crashing sound, "This is a war that has to be waged. ”

"After this war, we and the Federation on the other side are destined to have only one left."

"But before the war starts, there are more important things waiting for us to do around the borders and fortresses."

"This is the reason for war."

After a long speech in one breath, the aged Philip III paused for a moment, but this time no one dared to interrupt him.

"A month ago, the border fortress was attacked, and of course this is only an external statement."

"And in fact we did get attacked, with more than five times as many deaths as announced, and it wasn't the Federation spies and the transcendents who attacked us, but ......"

"A corpse!"

"No, you can't say that!"

Philip III's face glowed with excitement, "It's an empty shell without a soul, maybe it once belonged to a god!" ”

"Can you imagine, just by falling freely, that body nearly destroyed our fortress!"

His voice suddenly raised, "Tell me all! ”

"Tell me a reason not to go to war!"

"We must bring that body back to the royal city from the border!"

"Now, is there anyone else against it?"

After a long silence, a voice rang out abruptly.

"Your Majesty, where is it?"

"In our hands?"

Everyone's breath was slightly suffocated.

"Yes and no."

Philip III shook his head, "It's in the fortress, but it's deep underground!" ”