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"Disrespectful?"

Roger lowered his head, and then saw a dark red the size of a palm on his lower abdomen, which was extremely conspicuous on his clean and tidy clothes.

Whatever the reason, since someone is coming to visit, you should still pay attention to the appropriate clothing as a host.

"I'll go get you a new dress."

Emily suggested, "There's Miss Harleen downstairs in charge, so I think there's still a little bit of delay." ”

Emily's Harleen is the housekeeper of the manor, mainly responsible for taking care of matters up and down.

Although Emily and Anne are also under her jurisdiction, they have a much higher status than the other maids because they have served Roger for a long time.

The Anglo family was a powerful nobility many years ago, but with the development of the times, the social structure and wealth have been redivided.

The aristocracy declined, new powers were born, and the entire family rapidly declined.

So in the manor, although on the one hand trying to maintain the original aristocratic etiquette, on the other hand, the new impact also made many rules ridiculous.

This makes the manor in an alternation of the old and the new systems, which is slightly weird.

The identity of the maid is also very different from the past.

Through the crack in the door, Emily saw Joseph slumped next to the table, and from her vantage point she could only see half of Joseph's back, as well as an empty wine glass on the table.

Apparently, she mistook the stains on Roger's clothes for spilled wine.

The vineyards of the Kingdom of Sewell are famous, and because of their location, the wines produced here are highly prized in many places.

Because of its bright color and mellow taste, it will be nicknamed red agate.

"Prepare for me."

Roger smiled just right, then closed the door.

With a click, the door locked, and Roger lifted his clothes, revealing a hideous wound on his pale skin.

He turned around, and in the corner of the wall, a bone mask for decoration fell to the ground, the sharp corners of the mask stained red with blood.

"It's a nuisance."

Sighing helplessly, the corpse has no feeling, this level of trauma is not possible at all unless the whole body is covered with soul power at all times, otherwise with only a faint perception, Roger can't detect it at all.

It is impossible for him to experience pain, or even pleasure, from his dead body, which causes a lot of unnecessary trouble for his disguise.

The heart stopped beating, the blood didn't flow freely, and the wound looked scary, but the amount of bleeding was not exaggerated.

At this time, Roger didn't have a good way, so he could only do a simple treatment, mainly to cover up the blood and avoid continuing to seep out.

If he had waited for a while to change his clothes and be sent to the banquet hall on the first floor, he was found to have blood leaking in his crotch.

Then the next day, all sorts of weird rumors will flood the entire high society.

As soon as the wound was treated, there was a knock at the door.

Roger changed his clothes and was led down the stairs by Emily to the banquet hall on the first floor.

The entire estate consists of a single building and several low buildings on either side, which are interconnected with each other and partly on the first floor.

Some of the low buildings were used as separate banquet halls, and upon reaching the first floor, Roger "heard" faint conversations through the corridors.

"I've heard that Dr. Cameron came here to see Henrik, and although he didn't say it explicitly, his attitude was clear......"

"I'm afraid the legacy of the Anglo family will be severed in this generation."

There was a lot of discussion around, but when Roger pushed the door in, the lively atmosphere stagnated slightly, and then Qi Shushu's eyes fell on him.

Surprised and skeptical......

"Scam!"

"This must be a hoax!"

Someone shouted.

The reaction of the crowd fell into the eyes, and Roger tried to respond in the manner of the original owner of the body.

But as he spoke, he silently observed the young man who appeared in the hall.

The Anglo family has declined, but there are declining nobles in the same situation as Anglo, as well as the children of the new forces.

These people may not represent the core of each family, but they are closer to the mainstream of this world than ordinary people.

Or rather, high class.

But soon Roger was disappointed.

His eyesight is still there, and he only needs simple movements to judge a person's approximate strength.

However, it is a pity that some people here do have traces of long-term exercise, but at most they can only be regarded as athletic.

It is estimated that even a senior hunter is not as good as it, and it is even more distant from the extraordinary.

"The level of ordinary strength is not much different from that of ordinary people in the original world."

As an inference, the upper limit of power in this world is probably limited.

At this time, Roger didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed, but for him, he needed to at least solve his immediate problems before considering the possible benefits and windfalls.

His soul was wounded, and he manipulated a corpse, and his strength was greatly reduced, so he could only disguise himself as much as possible, and then collect information before making plans.

The so-called communication in high society was too boring in Roger's eyes, and everyone did not come here out of the intention of visiting, and it was not long before he left on the grounds that he was unwell.

The rest of the people dispersed in a hurry, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard outside, and they quickly walked away.

Back in the room, Joseph was still unconscious, and Roger carefully examined it, confirming a guess in his mind.

"This protection does not come from his own ......"

"And it really seems to come out of this world."

This is simply too bad, if you continue to toss like this, not to mention whether the body will decompose, and those traumas caused by accidents will also make Roger slowly turn into a suture monster.

"I've killed water ghosts and demon spirits, but I didn't expect to become a monster now."

Roger couldn't help but laugh at himself.

If he doesn't want to kill, once the body is too damaged to be controlled or accidentally exposed, then he can only try his luck at the cemetery looking for those fresh corpses.

Of course, there is another premise for this......

That is, the other corpses do not exclude his manipulation.

Roger really didn't have much confidence in this.

"Let's solve the problem at hand."

Determined the direction, he immediately changed his original train of thought.

Since it was a corpse, it could not be treated as a living person, Roger found a quiet room, sent everyone away, and then took out a set of long swords for practice.

He controlled his body to move quickly, and the endless moves were vented.

Even if the damage was severe, Roger's soul ability at this time was far beyond imagination, and the previous world was dominated by bloodline cultivation.

Soul strength is just a rising tide.

Even so, because his own level was too high, he passively raised his soul power to a very high level.

It didn't take long for his emaciated body to stop in place.

"Sure enough, it doesn't work."

The practice created for the living does not work for the dead.

It's easy to understand that every transcendent is here to live longer, not to be a walking corpse.

Without perception, it was almost indistinguishable from a machine with a steel shell.

The food is no longer delicious, and the spring water is no longer sweet.

You can't feel the warmth when you hug and you can't breathe the breath of the other person in a deep kiss, and in the long run, the desire will decrease and all the passion will fade.

There is no point in living.

All the cultivation methods he had before needed the body as a medium, and at a deeper level, it was vigorous vitality.

None of these conditions are available to Roger now.

"But it's not like there's nothing to be done."

In addition to the most basic magic seals, there is also a set of special sword seals that Roger has not started cultivating in the hunter's hut.

Based on the Yaksi Dharma Seal and incorporating the rules of the World Serpent's Eyeball Fragment, this new form of practice mainly involves the soul and spiritual power.

In addition to normal swordsmanship practice, there is also the aid of alchemy.

In Roger's opinion, the new Akxi Sigil fits perfectly into some of the descriptions of an important school of witchers in his memory.

Snake.

Mysterious and vicious.

"It seems to be exactly the same as my current situation."

Roger looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror and smiled ugly.

Even if he cultivated from scratch, it would only take a few years at most, and Roger believed that he could obtain the power of the fourth-order peak with the Yakxi Law Seal.

Although his soul is powerful, he does not have the ability to attack directly, so he now has a powerful soul, but he cannot convert it into corresponding combat power.

But that doesn't mean Roger doesn't have any self-preservation power right now.

In his soul, the hunter's hut looms, and the life force in the door of shadows, lanterns, and springs can be regarded as the evolution of rules in a sense.

If you want to fully exert the power of this part of the rules, you can't do without the support of a powerful body, but even a single soul can control some of it.

It's incredibly powerful.

If Roger can completely recover from the wounds in his soul, then the power he can use should be much stronger.

Weakness is only temporary, and it is useless to be anxious, during this time, he only needs to recuperate with peace of mind, and then slowly understand the world.

The current identity can also be regarded as a perfect shield.

The cultivation method of the Yakxi Sword Seal flowed through his heart, and Roger already had a plan for the next stage of his cultivation.

Although there was no sign of supernatural strength at the moment, the strange defense on Joseph's body was known to Roger.

There is definitely still a truth hidden in this world that he does not know.

Knock knock.

With a knock on the door, Emily's voice came from outside the door, "Mr. Joseph is awake and has been clamoring to see you." ”

"No, let him go."

Roger had no intention of opening the door.

Bang bang bang.

The voice gradually intensified, "Henrik, open the door!" ”

"Open the door!"

Joseph shouted.

"What did you do to me?"

"Open the door! You have to explain to me, when did I get so bad on my alcohol consumption that I got drunk with just one drink? ”

Joseph cried out unrelentingly.

"Hurry back when you wake up, I won't send you if I'm not feeling well."

Roger replied calmly.

"You're not feeling well, and I'm not feeling well!"

Joseph yelled, "My head is dizzy, and my butt still hurts." ”

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

Click.

Roger reluctantly opened the door and looked at Joseph with a blank look.

"Shut up!"

Roger himself received a soul impact, even if it was passive, and Joseph looked miserable.

As for the ass......

Well, Roger admits that when he placed Joseph, he did move too casually and didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all.

Anyone who holds a position with a hard object under their buttocks will probably feel a lot of pain for a whole morning.

Is this guy confused, shouting heartlessly.

A flash of surprise flashed in Emily's eyes on the side, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending not to hear anything, but the dark red stain on Roger's lower abdomen that she had seen when she opened the door earlier flashed in her mind.

"It wasn't wine, it was blood......

"Where's the blood?"

At this moment, Emily suddenly felt that being a woman was also an extremely happy thing.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

Roger could only drag Joseph into the room, and the dazed Joseph slowed down for a while before he returned to normal.

"Damn, I admit that it was wrong for me to take advantage of your safety to bet, but you were too ruthless, say, what did you put in my wine?"

He muttered a few words before rubbing his hands with a bright face, "The effect is so good and there is no taste, where did you get it?" ”

"If you still have it in your hand, I might be able to help you ......"

Joseph gave Roger a look.

Roger waved his hand, originally wanting to find a random reason to prevaricate, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly changed his mind, "This is a little research of my own." ”

"You?" Joseph looked incredulous.

"Is there anything impossible? You won't forget the property that our Anglo family ancestors relied on the most, right? ”

Joseph's eyes widened suddenly.

"I see, this must be your family's heirloom!"

He swept away the decadence just now, his eyes were bright and scary, and even Roger was secretly surprised, unlike physical trauma, the side effects of soul damage were more serious and could not be detected.

But looking at Joseph, he almost looked like he was fine.

"Yes, it must be so!"

Joseph paced back and forth, "What else?" ”

"What else is your family's recipe?"

"Is there one?"

Joseph gave Roger an ambiguous look.

"Hey, don't you just like money and the thrill of gambling? When did you become interested in women? ”

Roger chuckled.

"Adjustment, life needs to be adjusted, besides, this kind of thing can be sold to other people even if I don't need it......"

"Yes."

"Really?" Joseph was a little surprised.

Roger smiled and nodded, then removed an arm-thick stick from the shelf behind him.

"It's got everything you want."

Joseph's face froze.

"Yes, really, right?" He looked unwilling.

Roger just smiled, but didn't speak.

Roger didn't deliberately show some frivolity, but the way the original owner of this body and Joseph got along was like that.

From those chaotic memories, he also saw a lot of contradictions, he didn't want to delve into them before, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that there are other things hidden.

"Things are messy and need to be reorganized and experimented."

"So Joseph, if someone can provide sufficient resources, such as cherished herbs......"

"I think I should be able to move a lot faster."

Joseph looked at Roger, and after a moment he gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll trust you once." ”

"But you have to make sure that once you have the results, whatever the results, you have to leave them to me to take care of for you."

"Deal."

Roger nodded, looking at Joseph's outstretched right hand and avoiding it without leaving a trace.

At least solve the problem of decay in his body first, and if all goes well, he may be able to try out his new ideas.