The sound sounded, and the space in the corridor seemed to freeze for a moment, and indescribable embarrassment burst out. The air seemed to be undulating and dense, and a charming atmosphere spread rapidly with ripples.
When Nancy heard the voice, her whole body trembled slightly and a blush appeared on her face. But soon he suppressed the blush with great perseverance and turned into a calm and nonchalant look, as if to say: I have seen this kind of situation many times, it's nothing...
However, Nancy's movements were still a little stiff. She slowly turned her head to look at Richard and said in a slightly off-key voice: "Well... night... good night."
After speaking, Nancy quickly rushed into the room and slammed the door with a bang.
Richard shrugged and returned to the room expressionlessly.
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After returning to the room, Richard washed his face and hands in the shower room. He ignored the sound of "pah pah pah", walked to the table in the room and sat down, took out things from the space iron ring and began to prepare for research.
What is currently being studied is mainly the magic pattern on the inner wall of the drift bottle obtained on the giant ship.
After a period of research, considerable results have been achieved. The most important thing is to separate a functional basic magic pattern unit from the magic pattern on the inner wall of the drift bottle. Its effect is to accelerate recovery.
Before leaving the giant wheel, Richard had already carved this magic pattern on Ring No. 1, which also occupied the last area of the outer ring of Ring No. 1—if he wanted to continue to carve new magic patterns on Ring No. 1, We can only find a solution on the inner ring.
And this price is completely worth it. The direct effect of the new magic pattern may not be as outstanding as the "Brute Force of the Wind", "Lightness of the Wind", "Pierce's Mental Sensitivity" and other spells, but if you wait for a long time, the overall effect will be It's not weak.
Accelerating recovery can not only speed up injury recovery, but also speed up physical recovery. It can even speed up the decomposition of lactic acid in muscles to a certain extent and improve endurance recovery. This effect combined with the "Baiting Boiling Blood Technique" can allow endurance to exceed the limits of the human body.
Richard is confident that if the mysterious wizard who killed Gregory appears again, he and the other party will have another "long-distance running race" to achieve the desired goal more easily.
Taking this into consideration, Richard was a little hesitant to engrave the magic pattern of the "Baiting Boiling Blood Technique" on the No. 1 ring.
This... is open to question.
But... In any case, the magic pattern of "accelerating recovery" may seem inconspicuous, but it can indeed play a big role in subtle ways.
To give the simplest example: Macbeth, he, Nancy and Raymond rode horses almost non-stop from the port city to Cairo City. Except for Macbeth, he, Nancy and Raymond all suffered a little. After all, the feeling of having their buttocks bumped up on a horse was very unpleasant. During the bumps, the constant friction between the thighs and the saddle will cause the skin to be bruised and bruised.
However, due to the effect of "accelerated recovery", within a few hours of arriving in Kailuo City, the injury on his thigh had stopped bleeding and formed a scab, and he was expected to be healed by tomorrow morning. And Nancy and Raymond are afraid it will take a few days to achieve similar results.
Especially for Raymond, he will be exercising strenuously tonight. I am afraid that not only will the injury not be alleviated, but it may be aggravated. Maybe after following Macbeth to complete this mission, the return journey will not be easy. But... this is not what I care about.
Taking a deep breath and throwing away a series of messy thoughts, Richard sat on the chair and studied it carefully with the drift bottle. Try to separate the magic patterns of more functional units and use them.
Research, research, research…
Soon, a few hours passed. Richard stood up, adjusted the light of the oil lamp, walked to the shower room, washed his face again, and sobered up.
Sitting back in his seat and about to continue studying, Richard suddenly couldn't help but think: I wonder what Macbeth is doing now? The other party spent time arranging "little gifts". On the one hand, it was for bad taste, and on the other hand, it was possible that he was trying to entangle himself, Nancy, and Raymond, and then take the opportunity to do some big things that he didn't want to reveal to the three of them.
What could it be
I can leave my body through meditation and take a look quietly, but... there is no need. After all, I am just following a simple task. It's better not to waste time and continue studying. As for Macbeth, just go about his big business.
This thought flashed across Richard's mind, he quickly calmed down and continued to work. Rotate the bottle, draw the magic pattern inside on the papyrus scroll, and then analyze it bit by bit...
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At the same time, in a seemingly ordinary room in the hotel.
Macbeth, who is serious and does great things, is lying on the bed, looking up with his eyes open, thinking about something.
In his arms, the young hotel proprietress, who was as ripe as a peach, was cuddling up to her - and the husband of the young proprietress, who had already been kicked off the bed by the proprietress herself, was smelling of alcohol. He was fast asleep.
The young landlady nuzzled Macbeth with her nose, and said softly: "Jones, what do you want?" Macbeth used a false name and told the landlady that his name was Jones.
"Um, it's nothing. I just wondered if your husband was waking up soon. Should I leave?"
"Him?!" The young lady boss glanced disdainfully under the bed and said, "His body is about to collapse. He secretly drank half a bottle of wine without even looking at him, and he won't wake up all night. So. We still have a whole night to be merry."
"One night..." Macbeth's eyes flickered, his expression was slightly strange, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be twitching...
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In the early morning, Richard, Nancy and Raymond gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, eating at a table in the corner.
Richard chewed the bread with an expressionless expression, and was lost in thought about some unintelligible aspects of his research on magic patterns last night.
Nancy lowered her head to drink the meat porridge. When she raised her head to look at Richard, he looked at the area under her neck without blinking. Thinking of what happened last night, her ears couldn't help but feel hot, and then her expression condensed. He said: "What are you looking at?!"
"Huh?" Richard came back to his senses and realized that Nancy had misunderstood something, "Well, don't think too much, I was just thinking about something..."
"Forehead… "
"Don't make any noise, yawn-" Raymond on the side yawned, swallowed an egg with difficulty, lowered his head on the table, and muttered, "I didn't sleep well last night, let me take a rest."
"Hmph." Nancy snorted, looking like she didn't want to pay attention.
"By the way, where is Lord Macbeth?" Richard came back to his senses, glanced around and said, "Didn't you agree to take us to the swordsmanship competition today? Why... um, here we are."
After Richard finished speaking, Nancy and Raymond, who was about to sleep, looked over and saw Macbeth appearing not far away, approaching.
The other party looked normal, but his pace was a bit slow. In Richard's opinion, it seemed as if his body was being hollowed out.
The other party walked slowly to the table, sat down, coughed a few times and said: "That..."
"Um?"
"Well, don't say anything, don't ask anything. Time is limited, you guys finish your food quickly, we will go to the swordsmanship competition now.
"Uh, yes." Richard, Nancy, and Raymond responded quickly, and then asked a little strangely, "By the way, Lord Macbeth, don't you want to eat something?"
"Um, no need, I've already eaten."
"Oh." The three of them nodded and said no more.
At this time, a waiter in the hotel came over with a sly look, brought a bowl of steaming broth to Macbeth, and whispered: "Well, guest, our landlady specially ordered this to be given to you. It is spiced. The beef soup that nourishes the body is also one of the specialties of our hotel. Would you like to try it?"
"Uh, okay." Macbeth responded with a calm face, and sent the boy away. His eyes calmly glanced to the side, seeing a charming young woman smiling at him, and he looked away like lightning.
He scooped a mouthful of broth with a spoon and put it into his mouth. Macbeth tasted it for a while and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he said seriously to Richard, Nancy, and Raymond: "The beef in their inn is not fresh. When you leave, take your luggage with you and we'll change to a hotel tonight."
"Forehead… "
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