Seeing the Duke disappear from the manor, Roque smiled and shook his head.

"How do you feel like this guy is getting more and more reliable? ”

Considering that there might be a battle at night, Roque planned to let Murdan and the others be on standby at any time, so as not to let them not attend the banquet, and by the way, to test the strength of these swordsmen who came today.

In front of the main house, Millaire was busy setting up the venue with a group of servants, and it was here that the open-air banquet was held tonight.

Instead of returning to the training ground, Roque went to the study, and he had one more thing in his hand, the box that Millaire had brought in the first place.

He was curious about what was inside, and thought it had something to do with the manor's treasures, and Roque thought it might be a key or something.

The question now was how to open it, sitting quietly at the desk, Roque with his hands on the box, he seemed very focused, unusually serious.

The quiet study provided him with a very comfortable space to think, but for some reason, gradually, the light became darker, and an inexplicable chill was growing.

Whew.

Click.

The curtains are constantly swinging, and even the surrounding furnishings are shaking from time to time, which is a bad omen.

"What's going on. ”

Roque's gaze fell to the shadows of the bookshelf, and suddenly, a figure slowly walked out of it.

"Hey, hey. ”

Roque looked at the figure with a shocked expression, if he could, he would rather never see the other person, Seth was so ugly now.

Shaped like a demon, with a festering face and a pungent smell of decay, he stepped out of the bookshelf and slowly made his way to Roque.

I don't know if it's an illusion, at this moment, the surroundings seem to be plunged into boundless darkness, silence, Roque took the box back, he didn't get up, but stared at Seth.

"Hey, dear nephew, you surprised me, I thought you were going to scream, Boom. Seth complimented and grinned.

The ugly smile turned Roque's stomach on, and he even wondered if the other man's chin was separated from his head.

"Seth, you're ugly right now. Roque said coldly.

"Tsk, Roque, do you know what I'm trying to do right now?" Seth didn't care at all about such an assessment, and he stared at Roque viciously, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"You can't be trying to kill me!" Roque sneered.

"Hehe, that's right, I can't wait to taste your blood. Seth swallowed his slender tongue, staring greedily at Roque, and then slowly reached out.

Titicaca, Titicaca.

Zizi.

Seth's hand instantly turned into a terrifying claw, and the viscous liquid on it kept dripping to the ground, making a corrosive sound and emitting puffs of white smoke.

"Get out!"

Roque's eyes turned extremely black in the blink of an eye, and a slightly majestic aura suddenly emanated from him.

Rumble!

The furnishings on the desk suddenly splashed in all directions, and the fierce wind blew out in an instant.

Roar!

Seth's mouth let out a strange growl, and his claws slammed into the other party, and suddenly a tingling sensation hit him, and his head felt like it was about to burst.

"Oh!

With a roar, Seth was full of unwillingness, at this moment, he just wanted to slap the other party into minced meat, but the terrifying claw could no longer move forward, and even began to tremble.

"Get out of here!"

Roque stood up suddenly, his face angry, with his own majesty, and walked directly towards the other party.

"Oh! no!"

Seth was in great pain, and he couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Rumble!

Just then, a gust of wind blew out of thin air, enveloping Seth and rolling him into the bookshelf, and everything gradually calmed down.

Roque's eyes cleared again, and he felt physically and mentally exhausted, and he was about to return to his seat, only to find that the light had returned to his surroundings.

"This?"

The familiar laboratory in the dream was right in front of him, and Roque subconsciously looked into his hand, and the box was gone.

"I'm dreaming again. ”

With a melancholy mood, Roque adjusted his mentality, walked to the table, cleaned it up briefly, and then began to practice the heart purification technique from last time.

After practicing ten times in a row, Roque was surprised to find that this magic had become more and more proficient in his hands, and a bold idea was brewing in his mind.

But he didn't act right away, and Roque knew exactly what he was going to do next.

Reading books not only increases knowledge, but also learns a lot, and Roque has his own idea, he wants to read all the books on these shelves.

It's a long road, and Kenben can't complete it in a short period of time, and Roque knows that there is no good in being ambitious, he has the best mentality and is starting to develop good habits.

While reading a book, he took notes, and with each book he finished, he gained a lot, and even before he knew it, he had begun to master another language.

Roque, who was too focused, did not find such a gratifying gain, and he was swimming happily in the ocean of knowledge.

The wizard is a symbol of erudition, fluent in almost any language on the continent of Gerzwalk, and Roque wants to be one of them, and this is the way he must go.

The irresistible fatigue swept over him, and Roque couldn't laugh or cry a little, this dream was just like the real thing.

Dreaming is a wonderful thing, arguably the best form of embodying people's wishes, but it has great drawbacks, and when you wake up, everything will disappear.

But Roque is the opposite, he gets a lot of things from his dreams, which is a wealth that money can't buy.

Gradually, a graceful figure walked towards Roque, she was so perfect, with a dazzling light all around her.

Her smile can melt the coldest iceberg in the world, and Roque feels the warmth of the other party and the kindness that the other party transmits.

She gracefully stopped, and a scroll appeared in her hand.

"Is this for me?" Roque couldn't help but reach for it.

She didn't speak, still with an irresistible smile on her face, and that's when Roque noticed that the other party's body was translucent.

The light around him became more and more dazzling, to the point where it was impossible to see, and Roque had to close his eyes, and a faint strange song came from his ears, and he faded away.

The lab was back to normal, and Roque had a scroll in his hand, but it was hard to remember the woman just now.

This ancient scroll, I can't say what material it is made of, like cloth and animal skin, it is very pleasant to touch, but these are not the point, the point is that Roque feels that there is some kind of connection between him and the scroll.

It's a strange feeling that I don't need to be reminded and guided by others, and I naturally understand how to use it.

After placing the scroll on the table, in the blink of an eye, a twisted vortex about a foot long appeared in front of him, and with a melodious soft groan, a silver-white little guy came out.

"Uh-huh, Daddy, wow, where is this?"

Hena Baikal landed on the table, stretching out, her big jewel-like eyes looking around curiously.

"This is the laboratory, hello, Hena Baikal. Roque said with a smile, expressing his helplessness about the other party's address.