In the hazy night, the man stood among the tombstones and mounds and looked around, and then he found that in the center of the cemetery, there was an obvious standing stone, with obvious pure magic fluctuations, and he immediately felt joy in his heart.

Connor himself didn't know what had happened to him, and it was clear that in his memory, he was just an ordinary human being.

However, now he could indeed sense that there was a powerful and brutal power hidden in his bloodline, and that the magical talent was just a gift of this power, and it was simply not worth mentioning.

After looking around to make sure there was no visible danger for the time being, the man tentatively approached the standing stone in the middle of the cemetery, which was nearly a man tall.

The closer he got, the more he could feel that the stone seemed to gather all the free energy in the air around him, gathering a large amount of pure magic. It's quite pure, without too many impurities, and it's still being saved.

It is not known who, for what purpose, and when this special building was built.

But it was enough to understand that it was the most desperate thing for Mr. Connor at the moment, and it was simply a solution to his urgent need.

Mr. Connor's most urgent need right now is magic, and although he has a talent for magic, magic doesn't come out of nowhere.

In the knowledge inheritance he had initially digested, he knew that once his bloodline was awakened, it would ignite a powerful magic furnace, but if it could not be obtained from other places, it would completely burn his own soul, spirit, and will to ashes.

One can imagine how much it means to him to discover such a gathering place of magic, a place where he can directly obtain pure magic power.

Although, he had discovered it before, and the atmosphere of this world seemed to contain magic, and he didn't need to do anything to draw it directly. But the magic that diffuses in the air is too cumbersome to collect, and compared to a place like the place of magic power, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

It's like panning for gold in a river, working hard to sift out a few grains of gold sand from the river water and sediment, and working tirelessly and tirelessly, without much harvest at the end of the day.

But others directly found a gold vein, closed their eyes and didn't need to look, a pickaxe smashed down is a piece of gold ore, casually pull a few times, it is several times more efficient than the person who pans for gold.

Walking forward, his hands outstretched, and pressed against the surface of the standing stone, Connor closed his eyes and began to try to draw the power from within.

Amazingly, he clearly felt that the surface of the standing stone that his palm was attached to seemed to be starting to heat up. I don't know if it's an illusion, but a trace of heat seems to seep into every pore of his palm, burrowing into his flesh and blood, converging into a stream of heat.

Slowly, his whole body seemed to be soaked in hot water, and he felt a warm feeling, and even felt that his physical fitness was growing.

It's as if the body is blowing up like a balloon, slowly bulging, and every muscle is gradually filled with explosive power...... Of course, Mr. Connor's rational judgment based on the information he has should be an illusion.

After all, the power of his bloodline was still asleep, and the magic he had absorbed now was simply not enough to activate the non-human half of the bloodline.

He is now based on the ability to manifest in human blood, and once the other half of the bloodline is activated, it will become, and then the word "half" can be removed......

- It's a bloodline template that has been carefully designed into every cell, and the potential is extremely powerful.

But it also means that if you don't get the chaos heart core of the real demon, every step forward on the path of the demon will be one point closer to death...... This will force them to become demon hunters.

Of course, the current Mr. Connor didn't know about it, and he was a modern officer with a standard of concept, and he still felt that distance was king.

If he could have an AK47, he wouldn't have rushed forward like a witcher with a steel sword or a silver sword, just facing something like a griffon.

In the same way, if the knowledge he learned later could make him a mage, he would never choose a knight.

After about half a minute or so, Connor opened his eyes and let out a long breath as he felt the heat flow from the standing stone fade and fade away.

He felt a little stunned, because these magic powers were not enough, far from enough to activate the potential of the bloodline.

However, if it is used to cast a few low-level spells, it may be enough...... The problem now is that he hasn't mastered a single spell.

"It seems that this place of mana should not be a one-time thing, even if I drain all the mana it has saved, it will automatically replenish after a while...... I just don't know how long this cooldown is. ”

The man turned his head to look at the only building at the end of the cemetery, which looked like a hut, and he thought for a moment, and then walked towards it.

Then he found that there was only one staircase leading to the underground in the house, and at the end was a catacomb, which was supposed to be the family tomb of the local lord. The wooden door that had been locked had been smashed, and there were some fresh traces underneath, as if someone had come there before and fought inside.

It must be the white-haired witcher, so this is where the demon once lived.

Although it was the family burial ground of the local lord, Mr. Connor felt that it could be considered as his first base.

Anyway, Bram said that Sir Ignatius Verrires was the former ruler of the White Orchard, but after the Nilfgaard took possession of the White Orchard, he was hanged.

Therefore, no one will accuse him of breaking into this place, and the villagers are afraid of the ghosts in the cemetery, so they dare not approach it easily.

There are also the Nilfgaards, who are afraid that it will be difficult to deal with the matter of the cemetery, they have started a war, but it is not up to them to decide when it will end. The years of war have devalued the florins of the Nilfgaard Empire, and it is conceivable that it is absolutely impossible for them to unify the northern realm in a short period of time.

By playing the Gwent card with the professor's assistant, Mr. Connor had gathered enough information to build up a preliminary understanding of the current situation.

He made a bold judgment that if no accident happened, the stalemate between the Southern Empire and the Northern Kingdom would continue for another three or five years, which was completely the most basic operation.

What he needs to do is to seize this precious time, take advantage of the stage when the local forces will not take the initiative to pay attention to him, and strive to master his own capital, so that he can have the ability to protect himself in the future, and even the foundation and starting point for seeking more ambitious and lofty goals.

"This is a cemetery, and in addition to the magic of the place of magic, the most resources are corpses or bones, and there are remnants of spirits......"

Mr. Connor said he would do it, and he cleaned up the catacombs as he thought about his next plans.

"I remember turning over the necromancy in the Fragments of Knowledge before, and I could make it a compulsory course next...... Well, it's such a happy decision. ”

He plans to become a grave keeper in the future, helping the villagers of Baiguoyuan Village to guard the cemetery for free and for no money.

As long as the villagers allow him to make use of the corpses or the dead spirits, he will not be able to object, and the cemetery should have been used as a mass grave recently.

The more central the mound, the more complete and ancient it is, and often there are tombstones with inscriptions, which appear quite decent. The new graves on the periphery were obviously dug recently, and they looked quite perfunctory, all of which looked like shallow digging a pit and throwing the corpse down and burying it.

Many of the pits had been dug up, and the corpses inside were missing, and there were traces of dragging on the mud and weeds on the side, and the corpses were not known to have been dragged away by any creature.

Maybe it's a homeless stray wild dog, or maybe it's a corpse-eating creature eager to taste carrion.

Mr. Connor is not a witcher, so it is impossible to tell which case it is. However, he did feel that necromancy and corpses and remnants of spirits were the only way to get out of the embarrassing situation of being alone and helpless.

He was neither a Nilphgaard nor a Temerian, had no identity, no friends, no background, and no one would help him. Once targeted by the authorities, it is even difficult for him to explain his origins.

If it weren't for a peaceful place like the White Orchard, he would definitely not have survived a day elsewhere.

Because he had been a soldier himself, Mr. Connor knew what kind of virtue a soldier was in war. Even American GIs in the 21st century can't expect them to have any human morality when they are fighting, let alone this backward and ignorant medieval magical world.

The naïve assistant professor left for the front after playing the Gwent card, and Mr. Connor dissuaded him from going.

Because the robbers, the deserters, and even the army could kill him, maybe for the money on him, for the good clothes and shoes on him...... For any reason, he will be killed.

It's a pity that the guy doesn't want to believe it, he naively thinks that as a neutral scholar, there will be no danger in approaching the front line of the war. He wanted to finish his book and record history in a tangible way.

Mr. Connor had a vague premonition that he would probably never see the professor's assistant again.

He shook his head, and without thinking about it further, he took some time to find some wood in the nearby woods, and simply remade a wooden door and installed it in the house that had been broken by the witchers leading to the catacombs.

After all, he had to make sure that when he was sleeping, wild dogs or corpse-eating creatures wouldn't sneak in and bite his throat.

That's all—

A culprit who caused a terrible natural disaster that was even worse than "Wild Hunting" in the future, he started his first step in shaking the world from the cemetery of Baiguoyuan Village.