First of all, everyone is happy on May Day, and they should all be on holiday.

Secondly, take a leave of absence today and post two chapters casually.

Well, and secondly, after making up tomorrow, if you have enough time, you will say something. It's not bad news, but tell me some of your thoughts right now.

Finally, I'm sorry everyone, and good night.

At sunset, in the hotel room, Roland took out the bottle of Blue Dream Melancholy magic potion. In the transparent glass test tube, there was a quiet liquid of sky blue in the potion, clean and without a trace of variegation, like a flawless jade.

After leaving the lab, Caen went to the bar to find out what was going on in the town. Roland had no other thoughts, he was bent on improving his strength, and hurried back to his hotel room.

Roland didn't rush to use the magic potion, he first slowly breathed his state, waited for his mental strength to reach the peak little by little, and then slowly opened the blue dream melancholy and drank it all.

Liquid in the mouth, no strange taste. Roland closed his eyes and breathed, feeling a hazy meaning slowly rise in his consciousness, and everything seemed to be in a dream. In a trance, he seemed to see the past life, saw the original, and the memories were circling in his mind like a marquee, making him feel a burst of deep sadness from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Blue Dream Melancholy, Blue Dream Melancholy, is this because of this? Roland's mind swayed, thoughtful.

The potion gradually took effect, and the surrounding elements seemed to be stimulated by something, and frantically converged around Roland. Roland didn't have time to think, so he hurriedly ran the Black Iron Meditation Technique, and one heavy element after another poured into his body like a wave, swimming in the meridians.

In a trance, Roland, like a drunken drinker trying to maintain his balance, controlled the sad mood and did not let it affect his spirit. He was dual-minded, and the Black Iron Meditation Technique turned his fate around, guiding the elemental power to rush towards the pass.

The elements roared like a tidal wave, overlapping and rushing towards the barrier of the Black Iron Three Grades, and the thickness of the barrier rapidly weakened to the naked eye under the powerful impact.

After a while, there was a crisp snap, and the elemental tide broke through the barrier, and a space in the body was opened again. The surging elemental tide did not get tired in the slightest, and leaped over the barrier and ran to the next dimension.

At this moment, an elemental vortex seemed to have formed around Roland. In the center of the whirlpool, in a hazy and hazy way, the elements were like wild horses that had escaped from the ropes, frantically drilling into Roland's body, he was already a little difficult to control his body, and could only barely maintain a trace of sanity, appeasing those violent elements.

His meridians were stretched out by the elements that entered his body, and the turbulent elements searched for their previous traces, rushing towards the space of the black iron three grades one by one. The space was quickly filled with elemental tides with the blessing of magic potions.

The black iron three products are at the pinnacle!

The deep sadness had filled Roland's heart, so that he did not have time to sigh. In the dream, the elemental tide in Roland's body had nowhere to vent, and he soon found the barrier of the four grades.

They're about to hit the Black Iron Four!

The tide of elements is surging and majestic, rushing towards the barrier as solid as a mountain, and a steady stream of elements gathers here in the outside world, providing infinite vitality for the elemental tide.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The heavy and deep knock on the door rang out again and again in the depths of Roland's body, and the elemental tide was tireless and uninterrupted, stubbornly striking at the mountain-like barrier.

I don't know how long it has been, but in the hazy dream, Roland seems to have experienced a century, and it seems to be just a blink of an eye. He slowly woke up after a hangover dream, vaguely remembering what had happened before. The sorrow seemed to have dissipated, and it seemed to be hidden deep in his heart, which made him a little confused.

He hurriedly looked inside his body, and the elemental tide was impacting the barrier of the four grades, but the speed of the elemental entering the body slowed down a lot, and the intensity of the tide gradually weakened.

The barrier has long since lost its original majestic stability, like a crumbling mountain rock, but the lonely city with the remnants of the defeated army is in danger, barely maintaining the final bottom line.

Roland quickly adjusted his mentality, and he controlled the elemental tide to continue to attack the barrier. The Black Iron Meditation Technique was running wildly, trying its best to absorb the elements little by little from the outside world.

The elemental tide is getting weaker and weaker, gradually like a stream, no rushing, no surging, slow flowing, and the strength of the barrier is visibly thinner.

The elemental vortex disappeared, and the surrounding elements suddenly became thinner, and the Black Iron Meditation Technique became ineffective.

He was not discouraged, gritted his teeth and continued to persevere. Sweat dripped down his face and smashed to the ground.

He desperately summoned the elemental power from the rest of his body, and gathered them all here. The elemental tide that was nearly depleted frantically attacked the barrier.

Time passed, the thickness of the barrier was almost negligible, and Roland controlled the last wave of the tide, struggling to cross the barrier, the barrier let out a feeble moan, and was defeated at the last moment.

The elemental stream flows slowly, injecting into the next space.

The fourth grade of the black iron rank!

A new space was opened, and the cells in Roland's body cheered. Holding back the tiredness in his heart, he took out a bottle of recovery potion from the storage ring, drank it all, and quickly meditated and breathed, slowly recovering his spiritual strength.

After a while, Roland opened his eyes in high spirits, and a cold and hot light flashed in his eyes, and the temperature around him was also a little unbalanced, hot and cold to a slight extent, difficult to control.

Roland knew that this was the result of his strength improving too quickly and being unable to control his mental strength as expected. This matter is not in a hurry, so I can only temper my spirit and increase my mastery in the future.

Burst!

A fireball slowly retracted from Roland's hand, illuminating the dark space and scorching the temperature. The fireball danced with blue-red flames, and the tongue of fire slowly licked the air, emitting a dangerous smell.

Roland felt the power of the fireball, which was more than twice as powerful as before. He nodded in satisfaction and dispersed the fireball.

The fourth grade of black iron means that when you enter the middle level of black iron, whether it is mana value or spiritual strength, there will be a significant increase.

"It's time to think about learning a few more spells." Roland pondered, touched his chin, almost an adult age, and a light layer of fluff had grown out of his chin, which was a symbol of the boy's imminent maturity.

Roland opened the window, it was late at night, and on a cold winter night, the cold and cold air rushed through the window, which made Roland, who was slightly tired, feel refreshed.

He stood upstairs and looked down on the town.

Suddenly, he found that the streets and alleys that should have been empty and empty were strangely filled with human figures at this time.

Under the huge moon, in the silver light like light mist, above the glittering snow, black figures shuttled through the alleys at a very fast speed.

The silence of the town, and the extreme silence gave Roland the illusion that he was watching a silent movie. The figure wistfully swept across the snow, leaving a clear trail without making the slightest sound. Only a few faint barks of black-spotted canines were heard in the distance, which brought Roland back to his senses slightly.