Compared to a small city like Dorell, the Nawinx is undoubtedly a behemoth, this city on the banks of the Bono River is the center of distribution and transportation of goods throughout the Bono Plain, and the convenient water transportation has brought countless wealth and prosperity to the city, and countless people with dreams come here every day to try to get what they want in the city. Because of this, when a hut in a quaetside slum by the dock suddenly changed owners, not many people paid attention to it.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Rhaegar completely entered a meditative state, and the ubiquitous but difficult to perceive magical energy around him was as obvious as fireflies at night at this moment, he could clearly capture their movements, and even guess the direction of movement of these energy particles next.

Wisps of consciousness were extracted from Rhaegar's soul and released into the air, catching mischievous magical energy like an octopus's tentacles.

This is the first step that any magic must take, and it is the main part of the meditation of mages, who use this method to exercise their perception and mastery of magical energy, or magic.

With the increase in the amount of magical energy captured, Rhaegar began the next step. Under his control, those originally somewhat unruly energy particles began to be arranged into a certain formation according to his wishes, and a sphere with a flashing red light appeared in the air, this is a burst bomb, belonging to the category of third-order magic, if the energy in this small sphere is out of control, there will be no grass left within a radius of a hundred meters.

Rhaegar patiently and meticulously adjusted the arrangement of the energy particles inside the blaster like a craftsman doing delicate work, and no flaw escaped his observation, and gradually the magic became more and more perfect, and finally, when the light of the blaster almost pierced the room and shot out, he stopped further adjustment, and the dangerous magic product slowly reduced to the most basic particles, gradually disappearing into the air.

Anyone who knew anything about magic was stunned by what Rhaegar was doing at this point: this meticulous mastery of magical energy was difficult for even those archmages with advanced knowledge of magic to do, and it was almost impossible for this young man in his twenties at most to do it effortlessly.

This impossible, to others, is one of the things that Rhaegar has gained in the past few months. In order to avoid the Hand of Death, he bought a cottage a few months ago and found a job as a fellow in a shop on the docks, in a big city like Nawinx, there are at least tens of thousands of small people like him, who will not notice them, and those killers have no better chance of finding him here than if they found gold mines on the plains.

With his safety and livelihood assured, Rhaegar spent all his time outside of work getting acquainted with his new body and studying magic, and in just a few months, he had fully adapted to the modified body— If the body was just a leopard in the past, then the current body can only be described as a rare magical beast, whether it is strength, speed, reflexes or physical strength, this body has gone beyond the scope of human beings, even without any martial arts and only with the existing talent, Rhaegar can easily defeat more than five opponents like Old York.

However, the bigger gain is in magic.

Prior to this, due to the lack of systematic knowledge, Rhaegar, who had mage memories, could only rely on groping to master a limited number of spells, but after receiving the transformation of that golden light, his ability to perceive and control magical energy has at least tripled, and those spells that were difficult to cast in the past are no longer a problem, and he even created some tips for using magic on his own, including how to omit spells and how to increase the speed of spell casting. Now he can cast all the second-order magic without using any spells and gestures, and the speed at which he casts all the magic has been reduced to less than one-third of the normal!

A throbbing of his mind awakened Rhaegar from his meditation, an alarm to him from the magical traps he had set up around the hut, and the geist opened his eyes and rose from his bed—he already knew who was bothering him as the trap was triggered.

Rhaegar opened the door a little roughly, and a white hand raised in mid-air and a delicate face with a slight embarrassment appeared in front of him.

"I'm sorry," said Kylor, a little flustered, her cheeks burning as if they had been burned by fire. Every time she faced this tall and handsome young man, she felt inexplicably nervous, as if there was something in the other party that was frightening and attracting her at the same time, "I was about to knock on the door... My mom made some snacks and she asked me to bring them to you. ”

The girl frantically stuffed the basket in her hand to Rhaeggar, and then hurriedly turned and left the hut, as if some beast was chasing her.

Rhaegar frowned slightly at the girl running away like a fawn, and while maintaining proper interpersonal interactions would help him hide his identity, the undead's withdrawn nature made him uncomfortable in the face of people's enthusiasm.

Kylor's father worked in the same shop as Rhaegar and was a always cheerful old man who seemed to have nothing to worry about, and her mother was a zealous housewife who, from the first day of Rhaeggar's stay, had always given him all sorts of food she had made herself, as if she feared that he would not survive without them. In short, this is a kind couple, and even an indifferent creature like the geist can't ignore the passion in their hearts.

Although this enthusiasm sometimes makes him very unaccustomed.

Turning back to the room, Rhaegar put the basket of snacks on the table, ready to continue his meditation - he had mastered most of the third-order magic in the mage's memory, and now he was only the last one, and he had to hurry up to improve his strength before the Hand of Death found him.

An exclamation came from outside the house at this moment, and if it weren't for the fact that his hearing had improved several times after being transformed, Rhaegar would never have been able to hear the sound coming from such a distance.

"It's the girl," Rhaegar thought, "maybe a snake, or a wild cat scared her." The next moment, however, the screams of the girls made him realize that this was not something that a snake or a wild cat could do.

Rhaegar doesn't want to get into trouble, and he doesn't want to be nosy, but if Kylor has an accident near his quarters, and after seeing him, he's in even more trouble, and the sheriffs will pestering you like hounds and tracking you down.

While the open door was still swaying in the breeze, with superhuman speed, Rhaegar had come to the place where Kylor screamed.

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