Midnight.

The cargo ship fluctuated with the waves, and the sound of muffled water flowing through the boards. In the cabin, the soldiers' snoring sounds one after another. Occasionally, a few sailors' shouts came from the deck.

Everything couldn't be more normal.

In the dark cargo hold, Roland's eyes were wide open and he stared at the darkness in front of him without any focus. He felt that he might have seen a ghost, and now on the river, he might still be a water ghost!

Thoughts flew in his mind.

"Every time I improve my meditation, I can roughly improve some meditation efficiency. At the least, I only increase by 2%, at the most, 20%, and even reach 30% at one time. These are understandable. But now it has skyrocketed by 500%, spanning an order of magnitude... This... This..."

Roland found that things were completely beyond common sense and he couldn't even think of a possible reason!

Although his magic power is good, having a magic power that can be controlled is good magic power. If you don’t find out the reason for the surge, Roland is just uneasy!

After being stunned in the cabin for a while, Roland was unwilling to accept it: ‘Maybe... maybe I missed a certain detail.’

He entered the thinking laboratory again and started the experiment again... although, he had tested it more than 100 times before.

In the thinking laboratory, everything is so familiar that the endless plains, blue sky, gentle and warm breeze, and the soft soil.

Roland felt a little relieved. After standing still, he issued an order: "Record the current mana limit. Timer preparation."

The crystal hourglass appears immediately.

He knelt on the ground in a "thump" and lowered his head slightly, supported his forehead with his right hand and his left hand to his waist, adjusted his breathing frequency, and patiently waited for his heart to behave to minimize.

Roland did every meditation detail meticulously until he confirmed that there was no error, and he silently recited in his mind: "Enter a perfect meditation state. Start timing."

The next moment, he entered a state of meditation without thoughts.

It seemed that at the next moment, Roland heard a crisp sound of "ding". 10 minutes had passed and the meditation state ended!

Roland still closed his eyes: "Record the current mana limit."

Then, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the mud in front of him.

The above two lines of numbers.

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10 minutes of meditation, increase the mana limit by 0.388.

It still has a 5-fold increase.

Unexplainable!

No root cause!

baffling!

Roland was motionless and half-kneeled on the soft sand, holding his forehead with his hands, and he felt like he was going crazy.

After a while, he felt a little unwilling to do the experiment and continued to do the experiment. The result was still five times higher. Then he thought hard and after a while, he did the experiment again, repeating this.

I don't know how long it took, Roland almost went crazy, but his abnormal magic power surged but always existed tenaciously. It was like an insurmountable mountain, looking down at Roland and mocking his incompetence.

Finally, Roland completely gave up on his pursuit.

He was exhausted and simply thought of nothing. He lay on the soft soil with his eyes closed and whispered softly: "Sleep, have a good sleep, maybe everything will be normal tomorrow morning."

The wind in the thinking laboratory stopped, and the blue sky slowly darkened, darkened, and finally fell into darkness.

Roland fell asleep.

No words all night.

The next day, Roland was awakened by the sound of speaking. He opened his eyes and found that it was already dawn. The sun shone on the river surface and reflected back. He passed through the narrow porthole and entered the cargo hold, providing a little light for the cargo hold.

Roland saw seven or eight soldiers still sleeping on the wooden board not far away, but most of them were awake, either leaning against the bulkhead and talking or gnawing dry food.

When a soldier saw Roland sitting up, he waved to say hello to him.

Roland responded one by one, but his eyes were circling around him, wanting to find the mysterious woman who put the dagger around his neck last night.

Although it was daytime, the light in the cabin was dark, and there were still many corners that were almost pitch black. Roland had to squint and search carefully.

After searching for several rounds, when Roland thought the woman had left, he suddenly found that under several stacked cotton bags, a small piece of black clothes was exposed.

"Hmm~ Still there? Or just clothes?"

There were many people in the cabin, and Roland dared not verify it easily, so he could only wait patiently.

After a while, all the soldiers woke up, and many people walked out of the cabin to get some breath. There were only three soldiers left in the cabin. The closest soldier was more than ten meters away from Roland. Two of them were chatting, and one was left, holding a whetstone in his hand, focusing on grinding the steel sword in his hand, no one paid attention to Roland.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Roland got up, gently lifted up a corner of the cotton bag, and touched it with his hands.

‘Soft and hot body, it’s a living person.’

Roland calmly put down the cotton bag, turned to look, and found that Weiss had woken up, but was not fully awake, and was sleepy.

When Weiss was completely awake, Roland said, "Wess, let's go for a walk on the deck?"

"Okay." Weiss clapped her hands to agree.

The two of them got up from the cotton bag. Roland quietly turned the cotton bag to the side, completely covered the woman's body, and then led Weiss out of the cabin.

The sun was shining on the deck, and the soldiers were lying on the deck and basking in the sun. Chatting, Mage Miller and Sergeant Hrud were also there. From the words that came, Roland knew that they were discussing the stolen fire in Blue Mountain Town last night.

When Miller saw Roland and Weiss, he attacked them.

After the two walked over, Miller took out a book and said, "We will not be able to get to Turin in two days. This period of time cannot be wasted. Weiss, stay, continue to learn to recognize words from me. Roland, go do whatever you want. Don't worry about your sister, I will take good care of her."

Roland spread his hands: "Master, you are too biased."

Even though he said that, Roland was actually very happy to see this situation. Miller was willing to teach Weiss, but it was free.

Miller shrugged: "You are almost literate. I have completed the agreement. Now, I do whatever I like, but it has nothing to do with you. For example, now, I think Weiss has an outstanding talent for a spellcaster and can't be wasted."

"Okay okay. Then I'll get some water to drink. Weiss, you have to study hard." Roland smiled.

After so many days, Weiss has become much more courageous. At least she will not feel uneasy when she is by Miller.

"I will definitely learn it seriously." Weiss nodded seriously, but thought to himself: "I will teach Roland again when I learn it, hehe."

Roland naturally didn't know what she was thinking. He turned around and left, found a wooden barrel in the corner, made a bucket of clear river water, took a sip, and there was only a little fishy smell, and the taste was not much different from the stream water I used to drink in Baishi Castle.

He took a few sips, filled the water bag with him, and then wandered on the deck for a while, then greeted Master Miller: "I'll go back to practice calligraphy."

Miller waved his hands perfunctorily: "Go, go, you are a free man, you don't have to report anything other than casting spells."

Roland shrugged, carried the water bag and wandered back to the cargo hold.

At this time, there was no one in the cargo hold.

Roland went straight to the innermost part of the cargo hold and lifted a bag of cotton wool. Sure enough, he saw a man lying under the cotton wool. The man was not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, wrapped in a dark purple cloak, with only a strand of bright silver hair exposed from one side of the cloak.

Although the cotton bag was turned on, the man still lay motionless, as if he was dead.

Roland squatted down, reached out to penetrate under the hood, and touched the man's carotid artery: "There is still a pulse, but the body temperature is very high, and the man seems to have fainted."

He was about to withdraw his hand when the man on the ground suddenly moved and grabbed Roland's arm. Then, Roland felt a force coming, almost staggering him.

If Roland hadn't been strong, he would have to fall down.

After the man pulled hard, Roland did not fall to the ground. He lost strength in his hands and started coughing constantly, and many scarlet blood spots splashed on the floor.

Roland squatted down in front of the man and handed over the water bag: "You are not hurt yet! Have a sip of water."

The man didn't say anything, took the water bag, took a few sips, then took a few breaths, lowered his head, and asked, "Why help me?"

The voice was low, but it was enough to make Roland confirm that this person was the mysterious woman he accidentally touched last night.

As for why he helped, Roland couldn't understand it very much. He just felt that the other party was not cruel and was injured, and looked very pitiful. Besides, he actually didn't have much to do now, so he just gave some food and drink.

The mysterious woman asked again: "Why don't you speak?"

Roland shrugged his shoulders: "If you want to help, please help."

"Then do you have something to eat?" the woman asked again.

Roland handed over three pieces of dried meat: "The only thing left is smoked rabbit meat."

The woman didn't say anything, took the rabbit meat, chewed it hard, chewed it a few bites, and then drank the river water. In a short while, she ate all three pieces of dried meat.

She handed the water bag back to Roland, lay back, and said, "Please help me cover the cotton bag, I need a rest."

Roland took the water bag: "Okay. I will practice writing next to the bag. If you have any needs, just pull off my trouser legs."

He originally wanted to continue to look for the reasons for the surge in mana, but it would be inconvenient to do this if there was such a person around him.

After covering the cotton bag, Roland took out a piece of charcoal and wrote "The Battle of Light" on the deck. He wrote it in strokes and strokes, and read it gently every time he wrote a line.

As he was writing, he suddenly heard a 'puff' chuckle coming from the cotton bag beside him.

"What?" Roland asked, and he continued to write without stopping, and he was still chanting softly.
Chapter completed!