After the exchange with Gawain, Roger's mood still couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Snow White, Pale Blood, how is this possible?"

"The formation of Pale Blood is extremely harsh, a highly condensed spirit and bloodline of a third-order transcendent being."

According to Gawain, the gap between the third and fourth orders is not in power, but in class.

The pale blood is condensed, and what is changed is not a simple body structure, but something more peculiar and incomprehensible in words.

Or it can be called the life level.

So in a sense, the fourth order has almost a dominant influence on the third order, which is an irresistible force engraved in the depths of the soul.

Hearing the news, Roger's mood sank slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the feeling he had when he faced Tamara alone a few days ago, the strange feeling that his blood seemed to be frozen and his mind became slow.

That's the real crushing.

Maybe when he got closer, Roger could cut off Tamara's head with a single sword, but if there was no way to suppress this oppression from the body's instincts, a third-order would never have a chance to defeat the fourth-order.

It's hard to even hurt the other person.

If you want to fight at a higher level, there must be a solution, but Gawain didn't talk about this topic, and in order to hide his level, Roger couldn't ask directly.

He could only ask from other angles, but Gawain didn't give Roger any response.

"Black manuscripts, Snow White, and Pale Blood."

Roger's brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

It's also a great opportunity for him.

This black manuscript opens up almost a separate space, and the exact method of entering and exiting it should be very demanding, and entering it is equivalent to being confined to a Jedi.

However, because of the Hunter's Hut, it is a Jedi place for others, and once Roger enters it, he can even use it through two Hunter's Huts in turn, and perfectly spend the cooldown time of both sides.

And in disguise, a kind of permanent connection is achieved.

The so-called Jedi may be a kind of treasure land for him.

Entering the Black Manuscript, Roger can first use the Graveyard Cabin's temporary relocation function to open up the passage between there and the Shadow Lodge.

When the Graveyard Hut's temporary migration function ends, he can turn on the Misty Cabin's temporary migration function again.

There is a good reason to advance and retreat.

If all goes well, the danger will be greatly reduced, and even if you can't get the ultimate treasure, you can avoid other people's random looting, and you should have unexpected gains.

Perhaps these resources will be enough for Roger to raise the Shadow Hut to level nine and complete the Dream Trial!

In the transcendent world, strength is fundamental, and although Roger is reluctant to join Gawain's so-called organization, this does not mean that he does not have a sense of crisis.

It's just that compared to Gawain's radical confrontation method, Roger can achieve a leap in strength through accumulation, and then make himself more calm.

"This is just the right opportunity, maybe you can go in and have a look, and then take the opportunity to fake your death to get out!"

Roger calculated in his mind.

The mask that Claudia gave him gave Roger a lot of variability in his identity, which gave birth to infinite possibilities.

According to the previous agreement, Roger can appear at the Alien Meeting as a so-called behind-the-scenes boss, and the corresponding Gawain needs to give the Shadow Gate fragment in the hands of the Black Soul to Roger.

Roger vaguely mentioned this matter in the conversation just now, and Gawain readily agreed, and proposed the final closing time.

As for how Gawain obtained the treasure in the hands of the black soul, that was not something that Roger needed to care about.

Although he didn't fight monsters for several days, Roger didn't have a particularly easy time, and instead of resting in the real-world manor, he entered the Shadow Cabin.

After a period of renovation and decoration, the place has changed dramatically from what it used to be.

Beautifully handcrafted carpets, large lounges, and special spaces on each floor are enough for Roger to accomplish anything he wants here.

The space is well distributed, and there are even a lot of areas that are free, so even if the Hunter Hut continues to expand as the level increases, there is still plenty of room to adjust.

It's a veritable manor.

Due to the interplay between shadow and reality, when Roger is in the shadow hut, the real world is equivalent to another dimension for him.

He is like a shadow who can feel everything that is happening in reality.

That way, even if he is in the Shadow Hut, he won't miss any real-world news.

What was once a wooden bed was finally upgraded by Roger to a luxurious soft bed, a turquoise velvet quilt, fluffy and soft, even if several people rolled on it, it would not look crowded.

But alas, there has never been a chance to try.

After changing into clean clothes, Roger lay down on the wooden bed to rejuvenate.

It was so quiet that the shadow world seemed to cut it off from everything.

In a daze, he fell asleep.

Midnight.

The sleeping Roger suddenly woke up, he bounced up from the bed, his body adjusted his center of gravity in the air like a civet cat, and fell to the ground silently.

It was all a knee-jerk reaction, and the short hairs of the carpet stuck in the soles of his feet cleared Roger's brain a lot.

"This is a world of shadows that only I can enter......"

His tense muscles relaxed, but it soon dawned on him that his body's alertness was by no means overstrained.

It's because he really found something.

The night is as cool as water.

At the beginning of October, the temperature in Dublin has cooled, and although it does not feel cold, it is more or less necessary to wear a jacket to protect you from the cold when you go out at night.

Roger walked to the window, and the sky in the shadow world was still as gray as ever, and everything here was not so real.

His pupils shrank, and he saw two figures standing in front of the manor.

Naturally, the rules of the area shrouded in the shadow hut were not broken, and it was not two living people who appeared in front of the door, but their shadows.

It wasn't too far away, but the shadows they cast in the shadows looked dazed, and Roger looked up, his gaze seeming to pierce the ceiling of the manor's roof and the gloomy sky.

Falling into the real world.

And he finally saw the appearance of the two people in front of the manor.

A woman dressed in a gray-white robe, standing beside her was an old man with a slightly hunched back and thin cheeks, the old man had gray hair, deep-set eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shrouded in fog, making it impossible to guess what he really thought.

"Galahad, go see if Bedwell is there?"

"Although this place once belonged to the Lieta family, it is now Bedwell's mansion after all."

Green, still wearing his somewhat shabby black robe, coughed under his breath and commanded.

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