Chapter 126:

Even though the golden shield kept the strong wind and cold air out, Ron still felt a faint chill standing on the deck.

The scenery at the bottom of the ship was rapidly receding, and on the deck was the shadow of clouds that passed by from time to time

Ron's attention was always on the course of the sailboat, but his mind was on other things.

Over the course of a year, Richard gave him weekly sobriety potions, and Ron was able to figure out the hidden effects through various experiments.

In addition to stimulating the brain and invigorating it like normal sober medicines, the drugs given by Richard contain substances that reduce the body's constitution and pollute the energy slightly.

The magnitude of this pollution is so small that it would not have been noticeable if it had not been observed in the attribute bar.

Even though Ron still didn't know in which direction the energy pollution of the body by the Potions of Clarity was heading, with his knowledge of Potions, most of the substances involved in pollution were not good.

Feeling the slightly cold air in the sky, Ron lowered his head and stretched out his palm, in the palm of his hand was a faint pattern like red eyes, and thin red lines floated around the eye pattern from time to time, as if deep in the flesh of Ron's palm.

"Fortunately, the witch's blood has a strong hallucination resistance and external rejection, and all harmful substances can be excreted from my body, but although I have almost concluded that the witch's blood is a higher life creature like a wizard after various experiments, but the specific is not very clear. ”

Putting away his palms, Ron slowly analyzed the useful information he had obtained over the past year.

Over the course of a year, in addition to studying Potions, Ron also went through the library that Richard had opened for him. With his current intelligence, as long as he has read a book once, he can completely remember it.

Through these books, Ron also learned a lot of things, the most important of which was a lot of information about wizards and purebred aliens.

Combined with his current body, Ron discovered. Although the force field on his body is very similar to that of wizards and some special aliens, there are many differences.

For example, the force field on his body is more subtle and easier to control than the wizard's.

If it weren't for the blood-colored lines on his body that he deliberately released, even Richard wouldn't have noticed the abnormalities on his body.

Compared to the wizard who exudes the aura of the force field all the time and can unleash witchcraft at any time.

His force field is a bit smaller, only sticking to his skin, and only works in close combat.

And, most importantly, whether it is the increase in physical fitness or the enhancement of mental strength. It has an amplifying effect on his force field.

This difference from wizards made Ron even more curious about the origin of the witch's blood.

"Although some pure-blooded aliens can also produce defensive fields, they are too weak compared to wizards or me, and can only serve a role in releasing innate abilities, maybe I can explore from the place where I first discovered the blood of witches. ”

Ron thought faintly.

Richard's library contains a wealth of mysterious information, but it is all closed to him.

If you want to get this information, you either have to get Richard's permission. Either take the position of Agent Chad.

Of course, Richard was a wizard. Aside from the initial attempt, Ron still doesn't know how strong he is, so the only way to do it now is to stay by Richard's side and slowly exchange it for the information he needs and some of the things he wants to confirm while guarding against his hidden threats......

The speed of the sailing ships was fast, and the forbidden forest was followed by patches of thick and dark green farmland and houses, as well as the occasional rich city.

Two hours later.

Originally, there was no cloud in the sky. A gloomy gray shadow crept in imperceptibly.

In a large dark green forest, at the intersection of a quiet town, two figures in black robes slowly walked towards the town.

The black boots made a 'clatter' sound on the path covered with rotten leaves, which stood out in the silence.

There was a slight cold dampness in the air, and even if you breathed lightly, you could let out a little white air.

While passing by a thick black tree. Ron, wearing a hood, glanced at the wooden sign on the side of the road.

The wooden sign was almost rotten, the handwriting was not legible, and the cracks were still covered with moss, and occasionally a few small white worms could be seen poking their heads out of the cracks.

"The town of Moret?"

Reading the handwriting on the wooden sign, Ron frowned.

If he remembered correctly, this town was an abandoned town located in the far north of Scolt City in the Best Empire.

The reason for the abandonment of the town is no longer known due to the passage of time, but some of the anecdotal information is still recorded in books.

Legend has it that translucent objects often appear in the town at midnight, usually a white hazy mist, with large bodies that are not clearly visible.

Most of them hide in abandoned houses and survive by sucking on living creatures around them.

The inhabitants of the surrounding area call these strange white things 'white ghosts', which means bad luck and death, and even the best hunters don't stay here when they pass through the town.

Remembering the rumors in the books, Ron withdrew his gaze and glanced at the dense forest around him.

It was close to evening, and the dim sunset was shining through the treetops in circular patches on the ground, and black-brown rotten leaves covered the entire path.

The whole forest was silent, not even a single insect croak, only the 'rustling' sound of the leaves from time to time when the breeze blew.

Richard, who had been in front, had not said a word since he got off the boat, but hurried away in a muffled voice, and even the smile that had been hanging on his lips was retracted.

Seeing him like this, Ron also tugged at his cloak and quickly followed.

After following the path under their feet and passing through a corrupt wetland, several dilapidated houses that had completely turned black and gray appeared in the field of vision of the two.

The house was dilapidated, surrounded by tall weeds, and it looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Richard strolled over to one of the collapsed houses, looked left and right, and snapped his fingers.

'Smack. ’

A streak of black smoke ran down his fingertips into the house.

With a 'click', in a hidden corner of the house, a square block of wood suddenly opened.

Among them, a small furry head is exposed. (To be continued.) )