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Blobai and the little witch both entered the source power training room again, and Roger went to Princeton's library alone.

The library of Princeton College is behind the teaching building. This is the tallest building in Princeton. It has a total of fifty floors. The three floors below are self-study teachers, and the four or more floors are book borrowing rooms. It is not only the tallest building in Princeton, but also the largest library in Gregor City. Almost all works can be found here.

What Roger needed to find was books about dark creatures, mysterious spells, witchcraft, corpse refining and religion. The mummy in the Knocked Valley was always waving away in his mind.

He knew that the bloody witch Shapege would know more or less, but she only discussed with Adams and Shaman. There was no doubt that this matter was of great importance that the bloody witch had to act carefully, but in this way he had to search for it himself.

He hugged five thick books and walked towards the table by the window. Each floor of the book borrowing room had tables and chairs for self-study. Roger couldn't help but feel strange when he approached the row of tables.

It was connected into a row of tables with thirty pieces, all of which were filled with eight tables beside the window, and seven were empty, a white-haired student occupied one, and the remaining seven were for some reason, but no one had passed.

Several students came over with books in their arms. When they saw the white-haired student, they touched their heads and turned around and left. They found a place to sit on the floor and read books.

The others were the same. There were seven seats left, but when they saw the white-haired student, they gave up their thoughts and Roger looked them in the eyes.

Fear and fear are like avoiding snakes and scorpions. This is their eyes.

Is there anything scary about this student? But no matter how scary it is, you can't do anything crazy in the Princeton library.

Roger walked over with the book in his arms and pulled out a chair and sat down at a distance from him.

Everyone looked up at him in surprise, and then lowered their heads in unison. In their eyes, Roger seemed like a monster.

The white-haired student also looked up at him, his indifferent eyes were as sharp as a knife. Roger felt like a sword in an instant. The source power in his body could not help but flowed to resist the pressure, but the pressure soon disappeared. The white-haired student stood up and pushed the chair in, turned around and walked out of the reading room. In an instant, Roger was a little dazed. His cold face seemed to be in melting ice engravings in his mind.

The book he read was actually "Dante's Poems Collection", and he was a little surprised by the title of the book Roger he saw just now in a flash.

"Huh, he finally left." Several students sat on the ground walked up and pulled out their chairs.

"Yes, he is always under great pressure."

.....

The girl next to Roger turned her head and looked at him, and Roger also saw her appearance clearly.

"Huh...you're not..."

It was the girl who fought with the tyrant Nero in the source training room. Roger still remembered that her body was as soft as a snake, just the opposite of the tyrant Nero, which gave Nero a headache during the battle.

It was only when Roger remembered that he didn't know her name. He looked at the Princeton student ID on her chest, which said "A Lian"

A hint of blush appeared on A Lian's face. The bastard stared at her chest, feeling her anger, Roger suddenly realized his loss of composure, coughed and turned his head.

A Lian looked at the school emblem of Ziweihua on his chest and snorted: "It turns out to be a student of Ziweihua, no wonder she is so bold."

"Uh, is that white-haired guy scary?"

Even this girl who is comparable to the tyrant Nero said so, what is the origin of that white-haired student?

"He can beat a hundred people like you,"

"Forehead......",

Roger read all five books but found no clues, including fire healing, no pain, and the form of corpses, and no magic in spells or witchcraft that can meet these three conditions at the same time. The records of religion are even more complicated, and no religious society calls all people "pagans".

After leaving the library, Roger went to the source power training room again. During this training, he did not do any exercise, but sat upright in the simulation forest according to the method taught by Nan Yurou to sense carefully, absorb and compress the source power in his body.

It was the second day when Roger left the source training room. He meditated for a total of twelve hours. During this period, he walked out of the training room once, but after only a brief rest for ten minutes, he entered the training room to meditate again. Finally, when he walked out of the source training room, his body was not tired at all, but his head was so painful that it was about to crack. The continuous concentration put a huge burden on his brain and heart.

Such a heavy burden made his eyes blur when he walked out of the training room.

A palm was placed on his shoulder as soon as possible, and the warm source of power flowed into his body, and his eyes gradually became clear.

"headmaster....",

Only then did Roger see that the principal Adams was transmitting the source power to him, but blood dripped down his palm, and there were two blood marks on the back of his hand.

"Principal, are you injured?" Roger looked at him in surprise.

Adams is a rare physical scholar on the mainland, the founder of the Cranberries Academy, the former champion of the Three Quebec League, and even the Knightstone Summoner, who had a headache in the Knights Templar, could not do anything to him. This was the first time Roger saw the principal injured.

The one on the back of his hand was neither a sword nor a blunt weapon, and Roger could not tell the wound caused by the weapon for a while.

Adams smiled and said, "A little injury, Roger, you've overtrained."

"Haha, it was beyond the body's load without realizing it," Roger said, but he was very happy. Although the training exceeded the load, the effect was also unexpected.

"Go back and rest first, we will be back to Sloch soon."

Outside the city of Gregor, the sudden tent disappeared quickly as it appeared. The grass on the ground was floating gently. No one knew that a fierce battle had just happened here not long ago.

"Hey, Sith, are we leaving like this? The Evil Spirit Circus failed three times in a row for the first time."

Bex walked behind the Sith with a tent.

"Damn it, you failed three times in a row," he muttered hatefully, for some reason why he was not thinking about Adams at this time, but the little devil. When he thought of that little devil, his evil heart began to swell.

The leopard girl smiled and said, "Bex, the principal of Ziweihua is in Gregor. If you are unwilling to accept it, you can go back to find him. But you have been hiding behind you and dare not take action."

Bex shouted: "Nonsense, it's clear that you are standing in front of me that I can't take action. Humph, if I take action, the Sith will not be injured."

He glanced at Sith's exposed left arm, and the half of the sleeve was completely broken. Sith, as a magician, exposed his arm for the first time.

The Sith gently brushed his right hand over his left arm, and his sleeves seemed to have "grown" out like life.

"I hope he can withstand the coming storm",
Chapter completed!