Manor.

Sherman sat in his study, quietly reading the newspaper on the table.

Just then, a red-faced man knocked on the door and walked in.

"Sir, identity confirmed, it's Mal, he was bitten to death by a wild beast."

"That woman from the Marl family is making a lot of noise in front of the police station, and he said it must be the woods you sent him to......"

Sherman frowned, "Give her a sum of money and send her away." ”

After the death of her man, although this woman put on a greedy face for money, she really told the truth of the matter by mistake.

"You asked him to follow that young man, he didn't work well, what did he do in the mountains when he had nothing to do?"

The red-faced man muttered.

Sherman shook his head, "Although Marr is greedy for money, he is still very serious about his work, and since he has gone to the woods, it can only mean one thing." ”

Sherman looked up, "He went with the boy." ”

"Keep an eye on him!"

"Don't do it in town, there's enough going on lately, there's no need to get into trouble anymore."

"But if he goes into the woods again."

Sherman gave the red-faced man a look.

"You should know how to do it."

"I understand, sir."

The red-faced man replied.

"Keep your hands and feet clean, don't leave traces, and feed him to the wolf after you ask clearly."

"Understood?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a brown glass bottle from his pocket, "Apply it to your body, and they won't attack you." ”

The red-faced man took the glass bottle and turned to leave.

Sherman walked to the window and looked at the young man in the courtyard, "Two have died, plus this young man, then only one is left." ”

…………

Looking at the neatly arranged glass bottles in front of him, Roger had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Focus on the potion, these made by psychic water should be enough for a long time."

He opened a secret compartment under the floor and put some of the potion inside, taking most of the rest with him to put back in his home in town.

With all this done, he drank a special potion, picked up the stick, posed, and practiced again.

More than an hour later, a sore Roger collapsed on the bed, physically and mentally exhausted, and when the time was set, he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up, his stomach was empty, he took out the fast food from his backpack and stuffed some of it haphazardly, and Roger suddenly felt that there was a need for a kitchen in the house.

I just returned to modern life, and I still feel that the hamburger fried chicken is extremely delicious, but I have eaten too much in the past few days, and I really miss the food of the Great Celestial Empire!

Looking at the time, it should be around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the herbs in his hand have been exhausted, but Roger still plans to go out to collect some.

After this configuration, he found a problem, one intermediate link in several formulas needs to use the same three herbs mixed with the original solution.

It's a kind of substrate, he can collect it in advance and then make some of it, which will save a lot of time in the process of configuration.

As soon as he thought of it, he emptied his backpack, pushed the door and left the wooden house, and before leaving, he thought about it and hung the iron axe he bought on his waist.

The axe was much sharper than the one he had on the island, and although it looked a little frustrating, it was at least a weapon.

The afternoon sun is a little hot, but there is a cool breeze next to the cemetery, and it is really a good place to escape the heat.

He walked through the cemetery, where most of the tombstones were crumbling and mutilated, and from the vague handwriting that remained, it was at least a hundred years old.

This time, he didn't choose to approach the road, and he swept the entire area over there, and even if there were fish that slipped through the net, the number was estimated not to be too many.

Changing directions, he went deeper.

The farther south he went, the more lush the trees became, and there was almost no sign of human activity, but this time he had prepared a compass so that he wouldn't lose his way as long as he didn't run around.

Roger spent the whole afternoon in the woods and did not come out until he filled his backpack again, and when he looked up, the sun in the sky was setting in the west, and it was not long before it was getting dark.

"There's not enough time."

He can't wait to be here 24 hours a day, and if he does it right, he should be able to exercise three times a day, and his progress will be extremely impressive.

Turning over a small mound, Roger subconsciously identified the direction, but at this moment, his heart tightened, his body pounced forward, rolled on the ground, and then leaned against a small tree.

"Ho ......"

He looked up, and in the dim bushes, a wild wolf with fangs struck where he had just stood.

If he had been a little slower to react just now, he would have been knocked down by now.

Taking a deep breath, Roger didn't have any panic in his heart, he slowly unfastened his backpack, and his right hand reached for the iron axe hanging from his waist.

Compared to when he first encountered a wild wolf a few days ago, his own strength has not improved much, but the corresponding combat skills have changed qualitatively.

At least from a layman, to a skilled person.

Many of the moves in the general sword technique are not suitable for attacking, but the principle is the same, Roger raised his elbow slightly, this position is not only convenient for him to defend, but also to quickly chop the iron axe out.

With his previous experience in combat, he believed that this time, as long as he was allowed to seize the opportunity, he could inflict a heavy blow on the beast on the opposite side with one blow!

"Come on!"

Roger let out a low roar, his eyes full of fierce murderous intent, "I'm short of the beast's heart potion potion." ”

After saying that, he did not passively defend, but stepped forward and feigned an attack.

The beast on the opposite side seemed to understand Roger's provocation, leaned slightly, kicked the ground on its hind legs, and pounced violently.

Roger had just climbed over a mound before, so at this time the beast was standing at the height of the mound, he was relatively low, and with the height difference, if he pounced this time, Roger had almost no room to resist.

At the critical moment, he did not retreat but advanced, his left hand flicked violently, and the untied backpack was hung on his arm, he shouted, his physical strength exploded, and he bumped into the wild wolf that pounced!

Burst!

The backpack was soft and could not bring any damage to the beast on the opposite side, but Roger still knocked the wolf out of the opposite side with the advantage of his weight and speed with all his strength.

His body only stagnated slightly, and in the next second, Roger decisively threw off the backpack, his body accelerated again, and he slashed forward with the axe in both hands!

The wolf flipped up from the ground and slapped Roger's backpack with its front paws, but the next moment, the sharp iron axe had already come to him.

The wolf's skull was hard, and Roger didn't choose a more deadly neck, but aimed at the part where the beast's trunk and hind legs were connected, which was the largest in the beast's body.

Poof!

Roger's current strength is amazing, and with the bonus of skill, this axe can accurately slash the target.

The skin was slashed, the muscles were torn, and the sharp axe blade cut a large hole in the wolf's body, and blood splattered, revealing the white leg bones below!

Oh!

The wolf let out a terrible scream and was cut down by an axe, and it got up from the ground, and instead of attacking Roger, it turned and fled into the distance.

"Want to run?"

Roger let out a low cry and chased after him with an axe!