Magic Industrial Age

The number of secret sacred techniques that Roy had come into contact with was not small. In fact, almost every one of them had some strange requirements and characteristics.

Take the use of this [Golden Bone] potion, for example. It's neither oral, nor topical, nor a steam bath…

You have to cut open the skin and flesh outside the tailbone, expose the bone, and then pour the potion on it!

To be honest, in this world, there are divine arts and magic potions that can cure most diseases, and even pharmaceutics has been squeezed out of much room for development.

Not to mention professional talents who are proficient in surgery!

As a result, Roy searched for a long time and found that only swift swordsmen could do this.

And the strongest swordsman in Freshflower Territory, besides Oliveira, there is no second person.

In terms of precision, even the Flame Sword Saint is not as good as him, only Roy can compete with him!

But the problem is, Roy has no ability to operate on himself!

Fortunately, Oliveira was as reliable as ever.

However, when the potion was poured on the tailbone, Roy felt as hot as if magma had been poured on him.

It clearly had no temperature in his hand, but when it fell on the bone, it was so hot that he couldn't bear it.

Moreover, this heat is not fixed!

It originated from the tailbone and climbed up continuously, flowing up step by step along the spine.

Roy could clearly feel the hot current like magma clinging, merging, and entwining, as if the bones had become sieves, seeping in little by little.

This feeling was naturally uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, because there were already rich nerve endings in the bones.

Now, it's like pouring hot oil on the nerve endings, magnifying the sensation more than tenfold.

Although he was biting on a towel, Roy was still panting rapidly, sweat oozing from the skin on his face, and his muscles were tense, making him as hard as a piece of iron.

And on his skin, because of the violent beating of his heart and the rapid flow of blood, his blood surged, and blue veins bulged one by one.

Oliveira looked a little anxious, but he still didn't dare to speed up, and could only pour it slowly, ensuring that all the potion was poured on the tailbone.

In this potion, there was also the golden porous bone. Oliveira thought it would be left over,

But he didn't expect that, with the flow of the pink potion, it seemed to melt as well, turning into a golden liquid and attaching to the tailbone.

At this moment, the tailbone seemed to turn golden, still without the vulgarity of gold, but rather sacred and majestic.

It was also at this moment that the surrounding muscles and fascia felt pain, and blood kept pouring out.

Oliveira immediately dropped the potion bottle, picked up the healing water potion, opened it, and poured it on the wound.

This potion had an excellent effect. Almost as soon as it was applied to the wound, dense flesh sprouts grew out, intertwined with each other, and automatically healed.

In just a moment, only a shallow trace was left on the wound.

As long as it wasn't broken with great force, the scar would disappear in a few days.

However, although these were torturous, they were not the most torturous.

The most torturous was when his entire skeleton was submerged in this heat, they began to converge and impact the skull.

That was the hardest part of the human body, but also the most fragile. The intense feeling brought on by the sudden impact was ten times more intense than before.

However, this was also the last wave. When the scorching aura enveloped all the bones, it was as if his whole person was about to burn up.

However, it was also in this burning that his bones became more and more hard, firm, and also flexible!

If it was pig iron before, then it is now refined steel, and its quality is constantly improving in the burning.

Actually, this time was not too long, only about ten minutes, but in Roy's perception, it was as long as a century.

It was also because he was not simply tempering his physique, and his spiritual will had also grown considerably with the practice of [Divine Sigh · Dragon Might Bloom], that he could grit his teeth and support himself at this moment.

Until he finally felt that the first wave of changes had slowed down, the heat receded, the cold returned, and the nerve endings no longer suffered torment.

At this moment, he finally spat out the towel in his mouth and cursed, "This damn sacred technique is really hard to endure!"

Slightly turning his head, he looked at Oliveira, who was full of worry, and said, "Teacher, I'll sleep for a while, and everything will wait until I wake up!"

Oliveira nodded lightly: "Okay!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he found that Roy had fallen into a deep sleep.

And with his sleep, [Lion King's Authority] had already been activated, and a massive amount of faith power seemed to have a vent, pouring into his body.

Of course, not only [Lion King's Authority], but also [Layman's Ear] and [Golden Bone] began to absorb this rich faith power, and under the impetus of faith power, began to improve further.

As for Oliveira, he was not idle either. After thinking about it, he went out and found Lilia.

After a while, in the room, Lilia used 'Levitation' to gently lift Roy up, and saw that a large area of the eiderdown bed had been soaked with sweat.

Oliveira lifted all the bedding and laid a new one, then put Roy down and cast 'Clean' on him until the new bedding was covered, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It was clearly a very simple matter, but they actually managed to do it with a feeling of caution.

And with Roy's vigilance, everything was completed without even turning over.

After doing all this, Lilia stood by the bed, staring infatuatedly at Roy, who was still frowning in his sleep, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

After a long while, she turned her head to look at Oliveira and asked softly, "Why? Why does Roy have to work so hard?"

"Sometimes I feel that he is actually very easy to satisfy. He is afraid of trouble and doesn't like to be in charge. Although he can earn a lot of money, he is quite generous."

"He himself said that as long as he has enough money!"

"But sometimes, I feel that he has great ambitions, very great!"

"It seems that he is never satisfied, never tired, even if he is covered with scars, he has to move forward, and then forward!"

"This secret sacred technique is not so easy to cultivate. He got one, but he has to get a second, a third, a fourth…"

"For this, he is even willing to gamble his own life!"

"Why? And why?"

Facing each other, Oliveira shook his head firmly in Lilia's questioning gaze: "That's not ambition, that's just a lack of security!"

"Security?"

Oliveira's gaze shifted slightly, and he also looked at Roy in his sleep. There was a bit of incomprehension and a bit of helplessness on his cold face.

He said softly: "I have known Roy for a longer time than you, and I have watched him grow up step by step.

I can see that he really doesn't have any great ambitions. Even this earldom, if that Pitying Witch hadn't provoked him, he might not have bothered to inherit it."

"But, there is a sense of insecurity that always lingers around him, as if he is in a jungle, and he will be eaten by other beasts if he is not careful.

So, he can only continue to grow, continue to improve, forcing himself to always be strong."

After a pause, Oliveira added: "He never said it clearly, but I can see it.

He seems to firmly believe that something terrible will happen in the near future.

Before that, he must make himself strong enough, strong enough to protect all the people he wants to protect.

For this reason, he never wants to stop his steps, let alone relax."

"So, that's how it is?!"

Lilia reached out, and her slender fingers stroked Roy's face. After a moment, she said: "So, I have to be stronger too!"

Saying this, she got up, glanced at Roy again, and left in a hurry!

If she wants to be strong, she has to study hard and grow up every minute.

After she left, only Oliveira was left again. He couldn't help but touch the white hair on his temples, and a bitter smile appeared on his cold face.

He had never imagined that one day, he would actually dislike the fourth-order disaster being too weak.

He also wanted to go further and play a greater role.

It's a pity that he, who hurt his origin, is destined to have no chance with the real legend.

After a moment, Oliveira found a chair and sat down, closing his eyes slightly, with thunder flashing around him, as if rising and falling with his breath.

…

Roy slept for three days and three nights, without even going to the toilet.

It wasn't until late at night three days later that he was awakened by hunger, and then, after eating at least five people's worth of food, he felt much better.

However, he still couldn't get out of bed!

The changes in the bones brought about by [Golden Bone] will be subtle tempering in the future, only this first time is the most intense!

That is like a modification from the genetic level, and it takes a long enough time to adapt.

This is the most vulnerable period of the bones, so, for ten days, a full ten days, he couldn't even get out of bed!

It is worth mentioning that the effect of his holding the harvest festival was still achieved. Although most people prayed to the Earth and Harvest Lady, Roy, the Earl, also benefited.

This part of the power of faith integrated into his bones promoted a major step in the growth of the golden bones.

However, if you want to make further progress, you have to ingest the corresponding substances.

Roy also tried this. According to the three paths, he first swallowed some of them, let Deep Blue record the effect, and then turned on the analysis module.

I must mention that it is really hard to eat!

However, during these ten days, the bored Roy also did one thing.

He completed the learning of [Mechanical Meditation], and after thousands of attempts and exercises in Deep Blue's learning module, he finally unhesitatingly completed the opening of the spiritual space and the condensation of the source of magic power.

In other words, from now on, he is also a veritable second-order magician when he goes out to brag.

Well, a second-order magician who doesn't know any magic!