The medicine was absorbed, and then flowed through the blood vessels throughout the body, and then a strange feeling rose from the body.

That kind of feeling is somewhat indescribable, it seems to be painful but not painful. If there is that special substance in the body, the medicine will flood into it after it takes effect, and then cause severe pain.

But now, there is a dull pain in his body, but he can't find it when he feels it carefully, and the medicine scattered in his body seems to be looking for something.

In this way, Roger waited quietly until the feeling disappeared, and the pain that Ingmar mentioned did not appear.

"I am not the Holy Son?"

Roger stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking about it carefully, he was still a little uneasy. The feeling just now was too special, and it was not in any of the situations that Ingmar described.

He reconfigured a potion, and after a period of rest, he drank it again.

Not long after, the familiar feeling reappeared, but it was just a little strange. Only then did Roger feel completely relieved.

"Maybe it's because I have a special constitution."

Compared with other witchers, Roger had taken too many potions, and his body had been tempered three times, and his internal organs had been transformed, so some errors were understandable.

Ever since he killed three people in front of the hut last time, Roger has been a little worried, and no one wants to have a force secretly looking for him.

"Now I can finally rest assured."

"After finding all the materials, completing the trial of grasses, and becoming a real witcher, I can truly enjoy life."

A big stone in his heart finally fell, and Roger also relaxed. It was noon, he ate something, rested for a while, and then he came to the misty hut again.

There is no day and night in the misty world, the sky there is also gray during the day, and when the fog covers the entire space, it is equivalent to the arrival of night.

After entering, Roger went directly through the iron door on the second floor and came to another safe point. Instead of practicing in the practice room downstairs, Roger pushed open the door and walked outside.

There is no fog, and it is daytime here.

All the corpses of the monsters he killed before disappeared, and there was not even any blood on the ground.

After the previous events, Roger knew that in this strange world, whenever the fog receded, the remaining corpses and bloodstains and even the destroyed houses would return to their original appearance.

His range of activities is limited now, but Roger still intends to walk around and get acquainted with the environment.

The assimilation process was terminated, but many rules here were still changed. Roger climbed up the roof along the wall and looked up.

A large area of ​​compact houses had a panoramic view, and in the distance was the core area they had been to.

Roger didn't know much about architecture, but the style was at least nearly a hundred years old, and there were no obvious modern facilities.

The houses are all made of wood, and although the pavement is paved with bluestone, it is obviously the characteristic left over from the incomplete assimilation.

At this moment, he glanced out of the corner of my eye, and a familiar street appeared in front of my eyes.

"Narcissus Street?"

Roger froze for a moment, and jumped off the roof. From his angle, he could just see the street he saw when he entered the core area.

It's just that what he saw at the time was the street, but now he was at the end of the street.

Roger walked forward. Due to limited mobility, he could only enter the distance of more than 10 meters from the end of Narcissus Street.

You can only enter at most one house off the street.

"Is this place really a certain stage in the history of Sapphire Street?"

In the process of assimilation, the different space will extract reality, but it is not limited to reality. Everything in front of me almost reproduces a certain period of Sapphire Street.

However, it is not known how much of the content has been changed because of the rules.

With curiosity, Roger walked into a house on the left hand side of the street.

There is an iron plate hanging on the door of the house. On the left half of the iron row, a sharp daffodil is printed, and on the right half, No. 42 Narcissus Street is written in Menian.

"Number 42?"

"How are the numbers on the whole street arranged?"

Roger immediately ran to the opposite side of the street, and on the opposite door plate, No. 43 Narcissus Street was engraved.

He continued to walk forward until his body was blocked by an invisible barrier. Although it restricts his actions, it cannot restrict his gaze.

Roger swept to both sides of the street, limited by the angle, he could only see the numbers on the house numbers of a few nearby houses.

"It's in order."

Looking back towards the end of the street.

"Where did No. 48 Narcissus Street go?"

"Is it not assimilated because of the process?"

Roger didn't know what kind of situation it was, so he didn't think about it anymore, but walked directly into No. 42 Narcissus Street.

This is an ordinary residential house with a narrow space and the height of each floor is very low, which makes people feel very depressed.

The furnishings in the room are old, without any dust, as if they have been inhabited all the time.

Follow the stairs to the second floor. There are separate rooms on both sides of the stairs. There is nothing unusual on the surface, but for some reason, Roger always feels that something is not right when he is in it.

Not finding any information, he left from No. 42 and walked into No. 43 opposite.

The structure of room 43 is similar to that of room 42. Roger finally found the problem after going around the room a few times.

The two houses had no windows on the side facing the street!

This is extremely abnormal, and it seems that people walking on the street will not notice what is going on in the room.

Although there are a few windows opened in the other direction, the openings of the windows are so small that even ordinary adults cannot enter.

These extremely small windows are distributed on the walls, and it seems that they are not for lighting at all, but more like forming a certain pattern.

"At least it proves that this street really exists, and the rest needs to find a specific period, and then find out some things."

Roger suddenly thought of something, and walked downstairs quickly. He took off the iron plate on the door and took a closer look. There was a string of letters engraved on the stem of the daffodil.

"Stuart."

"Is it the last name of the owner of the street?"

It was such a pleasant surprise that Roger ran across the street again and found the same letters on the house plate.

The Stuart family, knowing the name of this family, will make it much easier to find, at least with a general direction.

When Roger was happy, he suddenly heard a heavy breathing from behind him.

Along with gasping, a strong sense of oppression came from behind.

The hairs on the back of his neck counted down, and Roger turned his head slowly.

Behind him, more than 30 meters away, a huge black figure was slowly approaching.

"That guy is still there?!"

What appeared in front of Roger was none other than the magical cow that they followed when they escaped from the core area.

One of its eyes was rotted out, and it was obvious that Henrik's shot at that time still caused considerable damage to it.

In addition, it is covered with large and small wounds.

At this time, Roger is farther away from the hut than the monster. If he rushes up, he will definitely face the head-on attack of the magical cow!

At the same time, a faint mist rose from around him.

Thick fog fell.