What he saw was a mess of pitch-black furniture, and in one of them a gray rat figure could be faintly seen in a gap.

"Mouse?" Ron frowned. "Delusion?"

On the other side, Ian still kept his head down and continued to care for his weapon, not noticing anything.

Seeing this, Ron looked around again and turned around, took out a wooden stick and filled it into the fire, so that the flame burned more vigorously.

Feeling the damp coolness of the rain behind him, and facing the warm fire, Ron turned his gaze to his attribute bar.

'Attributes: Strength 3.2, Agility 2.4, Constitution 3.4, Intelligence 1.4. Status: Healthy. ’

The piece of demonized creature meat he had obtained after the second test, plus the piece that Rust had given him before leaving, had finally brought his strength and physique to the level he was now.

Ron felt that his current level of physical fitness, coupled with his dual sword swordsmanship, was definitely among the top existences among the apprentice knights.

He has tested that the strength of 3.2 can also cut through thigh-thick tree trunks effortlessly.

Of all the probationary knights in the former territory, few people could do it, and even James was choked enough.

'If I'm not mistaken, the meat of this demonized creature, in addition to containing a large amount of mysterious nutrients, also has the effect of stimulating the human body's potential and stimulating its own growth, otherwise, there would be no sudden surge in power at all. ’

Ron thought faintly as he recalled the condition of the first time he had eaten the meat.

He believed that the law of conservation of energy also applied in this world, and that nothing could appear in a vacuum.

A mysterious item like this that quickly improves physical fitness and can also maintain a healthy state is impossible for even the most violent stimulants in previous lives.

What Ron didn't know, though, was what this piece of meat with this effect would look like to other people.

According to Bakar, the flesh of demonic creatures is given out every three months as a benefit for the regular army.

With this magical effect and the frequency of this distribution, it is absolutely terrifying if you look at the value of the attributes that increase by a piece of meat.

However, Ron had so far not seen a soldier's body in the Pfister Line, except for some special heterogeneous hybrids, beyond what he knew.

In other words, there is a limit to the degree of strengthening of this kind of meat piece, which is not infinitely superimposed, and the physical fitness increased after strengthening will also vary from person to person. ’

Ron knows that everyone's body is slightly different, and in addition to the effects of acquired exercise, there is mainly a congenital genetic problem, which is called talent.

The better the talent, the more room for physical growth, otherwise, even if you exercise several times more than others the day after tomorrow, it will not have much effect.

And the role of this piece of meat is to accelerate the filling of this growth space and transform it into substance.

Judging from the superposition of these three times, that is to say, my current body still has a lot of room for growth, and only three pieces of flesh can reach this level. Ron thought quietly.

However, he knew that this kind of physical advantage was only for ordinary people, and for outliers with various natural abilities or mixed races close to pureblood, he was still limited to the scope of ordinary people.

The more Ron learned, the more powerful he felt about the aliens with all kinds of mysterious abilities.

Some of the ordinary half-breeds are fine, but as long as it involves purebreds, then the strength is all very terrifying.

And Soros, who went this time, is a city where aliens and humans live together, and Ron vaguely feels that the danger of that kind of place is no less than that on the battlefield.

Without the strength to save his life, it is estimated that he doesn't know how to die.

The fire burned silently, with the occasional 'crackling' sound.

Ian, who had finished maintaining his weapon, yawned profusely and went to sleep.

Outside the manor, the rapid rain seemed to have begun to slow down, and a faint white mist spread out in the dark rainy night, enveloping the path leading to the manor.

Ron, who had been thinking for a while, also lay on the soft blanket and closed his eyes.

Although it is still a forest, with the help of the fire and the horses outside, if there is a wild beast, it will be the first to be found, so there is nothing to worry about.

For a moment, in the dark hall of the manor, apart from the light of the fire, there was only the sound of even breathing.

Outside the quiet manor, the white mist that spread out became thicker and thicker as time passed, faintly enveloping the few horses tied to the trunks of the trees.

As if sensing something, the horses, which had been standing and sleeping soundly, suddenly opened their eyes, looked restlessly at a certain part of the manor, and let out a slight neighing sound.

It's just that the neighing of the horses doesn't know why there is no sound at all, it's like a silent movie.

I don't know how long it took.

'Bang Bang Bang'

Ron was asleep, as if he heard someone's footsteps ringing in his ears.

In the haze, through the orange-yellow flames, he seemed to see a dark petite figure crouching quietly beside him, looking at him.

“！？”

This strange scene made Ron suddenly open his eyes, and at the same time, his body rolled and quickly dodged.

However, when his vision gradually became clearer, he realized that there was nothing there.

"Hallucinations of nervousness?" Ron frowned.

But the feeling of being watched just now is very real.

After thinking about it, he swept around the hall vigilantly, and in the silent hall, it seemed that except for the fire in front of him, everything else was pitch black, as if something was absorbing the light.

Faintly, a creepy feeling hung over his heart.

Ron glanced at the few people lying on the ground, all of them looked sleepy, and there was nothing unusual.

"Isn't there a little bit of thinking about it these last few days?"

Rubbing his eyebrows, he returned to the blanket and closed his eyes.

It's just that just as I was about to fall asleep, the illusion of being watched slowly appeared again.

This time, Ron could even feel that gaze was slowly sweeping from his feet to his body, and finally fixed on his face, staring at him deadly.

It's like a cold and disgusting toad lying on his face, which makes his scalp slightly numb and his body full of goosebumps.

"Damn it!"

Ron opened his eyes again and swept around, the feeling of being watched quickly faded again.

After a pause, he grabbed the two-handed sword next to him with a somewhat gloomy expression, lit a torch and walked in the direction of his sight.

"I'd like to see if it's my delusion or what!"

By the light of the torches, Ron walked to the wooden ladder in the hall, and he looked up at the ladder.

A long charred black railing, followed by an equally charred wooden door, seems to be a room for habitation.

In the feeling just now, that sight came from there.

After thinking about it, Ron stepped directly on the ladder and walked up.

With his current strength, ordinary things can't hurt him at all, and even if he encounters any danger, the two guys sleeping in front of the fire can't be ignorant.

It seems that because of the heavy armor on his body, the ladder makes a slight 'creaking' sound with every step on Ron's step, and it seems to break at any time.

In this silent night, it is unusually conspicuous.

Soon, however, he was in front of the charred railing.

Looking left and right, Ron crouched down and kept the torches close to the ground.

I don't know how long I haven't cleaned the ground, it is covered with a thick layer of white ash, and at this time, under the light of the fire, there is actually a row of small footprints.

Seeing this, Ron's eyes froze slightly.

"Is there really someone? not a delusion?"

The estate, according to Patrick, had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time, and there was no one to live in it.

But at this time, these extra footprints prove that there is indeed a person standing here just now.

Frowning, he stood up and raised the torch, making the range of the fire even wider.

In the white-and-ash hallway, Ron could tell that the row of small footprints was very messy, as if they were wandering, and they were constantly moving in and out of the rooms.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the door of a room on the far left.

In front of the closed door, there were the least number of footprints, only one row, but only those who went in, not those who went out.

In other words, the owner of this footprint may be inside.