Roger felt his consciousness go into chaos, his soul blinded as if he wanted to get away with something, and his body wrapped in warmth.

The feeling of soaking in the envelopment was familiar, and other than that, he gradually regained a part of his body's perception.

In addition to the physical touch, there is also a vague aroma.

"Where am I?"

"How long has it been?"

"Did Ophelia leave me with her, or did she send me back to Kyrmohan?" In a daze, he opened his eyes, and felt a heavy weight on his body, as if he was pressing on a person.

His reaction seemed to have brought a great touch to the other party, and the next moment his breathing gradually became heavy, and Roger lost his sense of his body again.

He knew that his body had become a container, and in order to strengthen this seal, Ophelia would definitely lay layers of defenses on him.

So even at this moment, he has eliminated the Lord of the Mist in his soul, but if he wants to wake up, I'm afraid it will take a lot of energy.

Yes.

After that day's conversation, the Lord of the Mist took the initiative to give his soul core, and then completely dissipated.

Thinking back to what he had said, Roger couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Let's hope it doesn't happen, I hope I win." Roger thought silently.

But every time at this time, his mind would subconsciously appear the expression of the Lord of the Mist before he disappeared.

"I know her better than you do, it's a gamble you can't lose, but it's also a gamble you're bound to lose."

"Remember my words......"

In this moment, he rediscovered his strength and pride, and although he was stepping towards death, he looked more like the ultimate victor.

Like a drowning man breaking out of the water, Roger exhaled sharply, then opened his eyes.

He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but found that his whole body was imprisoned by a strange force, and it seemed that only his head could move slightly.

Bang la blah.

The sound of rippling water was heard in my ears, and the warm moisture rushed into my nose.

"Someone's taking a shower?" This was Roger's subconscious thought.

Then the strange sensation he had just experienced appeared in his mind, that warmth, heaviness and gasp.

What's the situation?

Could that woman be ......

But it doesn't make sense, does it?

For the seal? Or is it just plain loneliness?

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, Roger tilted his head slightly, the angle at which he could move was limited, and at this time, the corner of his eye swept away, and he could only see a Miaoman's back through the wet mist.

Bang la blah.

The woman in the mist turned around suddenly, and then Roger felt the space shift, and in an instant the mist disappeared, and all he was facing was a stone wall.

"That's how you thank me?"

Roger spoke.

"Or do you think I'll never wake up again?"

As soon as Roger's words fell, he felt the power of the confinement around him increase sharply, Ophelia didn't say a word, and when she appeared in front of Roger again, she already had a set of white robes on her body.

She clenched a spike as thick as an arm in one hand, and held up a golden warhammer in the other, as if trying to punch the spike into Roger's brain.

"Wait!"

In a panic, Roger slammed into a slam!

Bite!

The wind swept across his face, and there was a loud bang in his ears, and Roger dodged Ophelia's attack in a moment's time. He rolled forward and fell into the warm mist.

His body shook slightly, and Roger realized that he couldn't figure out an inch in his body.

By this time, Ophelia had already rubbed herself and pounced on Roger again.

"Stop!"

Roger let out a low roar and pushed his hands forward flatly.

Bang!

The invisible barrier crashed into Ophelia, and her dress flew flying, and Ophelia spun and crashed against the wall behind her.

A trace of blood oozed from her mouth, and Ophelia seemed to want to attack again, but at this time, Roger had already come to her in front of her, and his whole body slammed down, completely controlling her under him.

"Calm down and listen to me!"

Roger was condescending, staring at Ophelia's eyes.

"Nasero is dead, his soul is gone, he no longer exists."

Ophelia struggled for a moment, but was unexpectedly unable to escape Roger's control, and was silent for a long time. She replied coldly, "I don't believe it. ”

"There's no way you're going to kill him."

"Believe it or not, it's true."

Roger slowly let go of his palm, carefully taking a few steps back, away from Ophelia.

"How did you do that?"

"That's my soul world, and he's only going to get weaker and weaker there." Roger mumbled.

"In addition, there is a big flaw in his soul, you may not feel it, but for me, such a flaw is enough to become his most fatal flaw in the spirit world."

"So in the end I won and he died."

Ophelia was skeptical.

"If you don't believe me, now take a look into the depths of the Sea of Souls, where the outward manifestation of the main force of the Mist represents."

"Now that he's dead, I think the sea of souls will soon dissipate completely."

Listening to Roger's words, Ophelia's eyes flashed, as if observing something, and after a moment she came back to her senses, and there was a hint of doubt on her face.

"It's dissipated, it's really dissipated, maybe it won't be too long, and the sea of souls will completely disappear from this plane."

She stared at Roger, her eyes hesitant and full of suspicion, "Really dead, he's really dead?!" ”

"Absolutely." Roger nodded, and when his spirit relaxed, he felt cold all over his body.

He beckoned, and a robe hung not far away covered his body.

"What are you doing here?"

"Or what did you do to my body?"

There was a strange guess in his heart, but in this case, Roger naturally couldn't ask in person, so he could only knock on the side.

"I haven't broken our promise, your friends are doing well, much better than the vast majority of people out there."

"After all, although Nacello is gone, the mess he left behind still needs to be sorted out urgently, the rules are disordered, and too many worlds are in turmoil."

"In addition, I need to strengthen and strengthen your body, your consciousness cannot be the dominant, then only I will guide it to seal the soul."

"You're going to guide?" Roger frowned, and he began to understand that what he had felt before might not really be an illusion.

Of course, in Ophelia's mind, this kind of thing is just a means and a ritual, and it is not mixed with any other meaning.

"It was a blockade against Nasero, and now that I'm awake, there's no need for a so-called seal."

"Now that it's all over, let's say goodbye." With that, Roger planned to break through the void and leave here.

"You can't leave yet." Ophelia reached out to stop Roger.

"I have to make sure Nacello is really dead, so you'll need to stay here for a while to help me with some check-ups."

"Check?" Roger looked odd.

Ophelia said the word in all seriousness, but Roger always had some special understanding of inspection.

Although his heart was like an arrow, Roger could only nod helplessly when he noticed Ophelia's eyes.

"Well, I promise you."

Then he added, "But only if it doesn't go against my will." ”

"I try." Ophelia replied with a blank face.

So Roger began a career as a guinea pig.

But this period of time was much faster than expected, and nothing strange happened during the period, as if Ophelia was really just a routine check-up.

At first, Roger was still a little worried, and from time to time he would remember what your Lord of the Mists had said, but during the whole inspection, he didn't find anything abnormal, and slowly relaxed.

Until one day, Ophelia solemnly said goodbye to Roger.

"Alright, the sea of souls has dissipated, and your body is fine, now you can leave."

"Control your power and don't affect the rest of the world, and next, I'm going to deal with the damage caused by Nacello."

"I may need your help in the future."

"Let me rest for a while." Roger let out a sigh of relief.

He didn't give Ophelia a clear answer, but he still nodded, "For the sake of the stability of this plane, I am willing to help." ”

Ophelia's face softened slightly, and she watched as Roger burst through the void.

She stood alone in place, the expression on her face complicated.

Sad, rejoice, rejoice.

In the end, all emotions disappear and are returned to the initial calm.

"Without Ophelia, I am a dragon, the source of some bloodlines in the entire plane."

"Steady, steady......"

After saying that, she also broke through the void and disappeared in place.

Roger's return has been uneventful.

For the people living in Kylemohan, Roger's departure seemed to be no different from usual.

It's even shorter.

But what everyone didn't know was that during the time that Roger was gone, the entire plane had changed drastically.

The combat effectiveness above the third ring is almost swept away, and the second ring is rare.

This is not a drop in the energy level of one or two worlds, but a ripple to the entire plane.

Although it may seem like a catastrophe in the immediate future, in the long run, it is necessary for the stability of the entire opposite side.

Roger even thought it was a good start to maintain the extraordinary power of the entire plane at a lower level.

He is no longer as preoccupied as he used to be, but has taken the initiative to integrate into his life.

Horseback riding, hunting and drinking.

He even took the people of Kyle Mohan to several worlds.

He began to look forward to a girl in the distance, waiting to play with him, and a group of friends in the castle to drink and chat with him.

He thoroughly accepts the world and accepts himself.

Only occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, he would suddenly remember the bet he had made with the Lord of the Mist.

"He's already crazy, so why should you care?"

Roger smiled, leaving all his worries behind in the night breeze.

That's life.

One day, he received a message from afar.

"She's going to wake up, if you promised before...... Forget it, love doesn't come! "Naturally, it was Jorah who spoke.

Roger just smiled, not paying attention, and although Jorah's tone was full of gunpowder, Roger could hear her vague anticipation.

"Don't worry, I'll show up on time, plus the gifts I have ready."

"Huh."

Jorah snorted coldly, and said no more.

There was no need to say goodbye, Elode was fleeting to Roger now, and he stepped forward while tearing through the space in front of him.

But the next moment, the scene in front of him changed, but Roger's heart sank violently.

He didn't enter Elrod's world, and the scenery in front of him was pleasant, and Roger's eyes fell on the back.

"Ophelia, long time no see."

"Is there anything I need help with?"

"Give me a little time, I have an important appointment......"

"Roger."

Ophelia turned slowly, then walked to the stone table not far away and sat down.

There were delicate cards on the table, but at this time Roger just wanted to respond, go for his *% GWENT cards!

"Sit down."

Roger slowly clenched his fists but didn't move.

"No need, I'm in a hurry, I'll come back to you!"

With that, he parted his hands and prepared to break through the space.

Airplanes!

A huge backlash hit, and Roger staggered for a moment.

"Ophelia, do you know what you're doing?"

"Are you ready to trigger the next catastrophe in this plane?"

"I'm not Nasero, I've made choices and compromises, this is my home, and I'm willing to protect it so that it remains intact forever."

"Isn't that enough?"

"Not enough." Ophelia shook her head slowly.

"You're right about one thing, Havoc, you're the biggest Havoc in this plane!"

"You're crazy!" Roger raised his voice and glared.

"Don't tell me it's what you saw with those damn eyes!" He couldn't help but growl.

"It's just simple reasoning, and there is no element of prophecy." Ophelia was as calm as ever.

She rubbed the cards in her hand, then looked up at Roger, "You know me, everything I do is for the stability of this plane. ”

"I'm also willing to believe in your promises, so don't get excited, I'm not going to kill you, I'm just going to take something from you."

"What are you going to take?"

Roger sneered as he stepped forward.

"Lock me up, or imprison me, and do what you did to me?" He couldn't help but scoff.

Then the conversation changed, and his voice suddenly became extremely low.

"Or are you going to take my life?!"

"No, I don't want your life, I just want your strength."

"I have a new plan for the entire plane, the fifth order, which will become the ceiling of the entire plane, so that the structure of the plane will be stable enough."

"What if someone pierces this ceiling?" Roger asked in a cold voice.

"No, it won't." Ophelia shook her head.

"People like that can't exist."

See her expression at this time. Roger's original irritable and angry mood strangely calmed down.

"Tell me, I've made my choice, why are you doing it?"

He looked like a volcano before it erupted, calm but dangerous.

"I'd like to believe you, Roger, you don't have much nostalgia for that world. It's for love, it's for your friends. ”

"But it's been too long."

"The people you care about, they are destined to be as strong as you, they will die of old age, not to mention that no matter how strong the emotions are, they will fade in the face of time, and no matter how intimate the relationship is, it will become estranged."

Ophelia's eyes lit up.

"A hundred years, a thousand years or more."

"When you don't love these people anymore, when you don't love the world anymore."

"At that time, whether out of curiosity or nostalgia, there is a good chance that you will choose to leave ......"

She slowly sat up straight.

"In a sense, this is not a possibility in my eyes, but an inevitability."

"If you're in my place, tell me Roger, how do you choose?"

The tense muscles on Roger's face relaxed suddenly, and he exhaled in a dejected breath, opening his mouth but unable to say a word of rebuttal.

Because he knew that the possibility that Ophelia had envisioned would definitely happen.