Roger frowned.

He was now almost certain that Mar was killed by the beast while he was following him.

But why did Bob's father send someone to follow me?

This made Roger really confused. What did he want to investigate? Or did he find out?

When Roger was followed, the first thing he thought of was Ivy. He had not been in this world for a long time and had little interaction with other people. The one who was most motivated was Ivy.

But now...

The clues are disordered and follow any of them and you will get different results.

"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. After the funeral is over, a memorial service will be held at their home. Are you going?"

Amanda asked suddenly.

Roger nodded quickly, "Go and see if there are any clues."

The two of them communicated a few more words, but Amanda obviously didn't know much. Roger was not convenient to tell Amanda about a lot of information, and she left after a while.

"I'm very pleased to see you get along so well."

Just as Roger was thinking about things, Anderin's voice suddenly came from the door. Turning back, Anderin walked towards Roger in a home clothes, holding two cups in her hand.

"A cup of hot cocoa."

"Ms. Anderin..."

"Between Amanda and me..."

Roger felt like he was caught by the other party’s parents when he was having a tryst with the little girl.

"Hey, you don't have to be nervous."

Seeing Roger's appearance, Anderlin felt a little funny.

"That's your young people's business, I won't interfere too much, if you can really talk..."

"I'm very optimistic about you..."

"Amanda has not been close to me since she was a child, and she was even more independent when she grew up. He has few friends in school. I am really happy for her when she sees you guys can talk to her."

"Although she is often stubborn, she doesn't speak so well, but she is not bad in her heart."

Roger nodded, "She is indeed a good girl."

"It's a pity that I'm not a sorcerer..." He added silently in his heart.

Huh?

Why do I think so?

"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. I'll prepare a formal outfit for you. Although you just met, I think you should be able to send him the last trip."

"No problem." Roger nodded.

After chatting for a few more words, Andrelin left. Roger stood up and was about to close the door when a little head with red hair suddenly came in.

Amanda looked at Roger with a vigilant look on his face, "What did Mom say to you just now?"

"Tell me the embarrassing thing about you wetting your pants when you were a child."

Roger looked dark.

"real?"

Amanda almost burst into pieces.

"Fake."

Roger replied helplessly.

"Roger!!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Amanda, I'm very sleepy and I'm going to sleep, good night!"

Roger waved his hand and slammed the door without waiting for Amanda to respond.

After a while, a note suddenly came from the crack in the door, "It's very dangerous outside now, so you are not allowed to go out at night."

"I'll stare at you!"

Finally, he drew a fierce face.

After a warm heart, Roger tore the note apart.

Before he was sure of something, he really didn't plan to go into the woods at night. On the one hand, the chance of being attacked by wild beasts would be higher, and on the other hand, he was also a little worried.

Is the other party simply following or making other plans?

Locked the door and Roger sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

He took off his upper body's clothes, let his skin and air come into direct contact, took a deep breath, then exhaled, closed his eyes, and his breath gradually became longer, and then began to meditate according to the method recorded in the manual.

After a while, he opened his eyes helplessly.

I have experienced too many things recently, and many doubts linger in my heart, and my thoughts are so messy that he can't calm down.

He found the hidden concentration potion, thought about it and put it back.

This thing is indeed amazing, but if you don’t fall asleep in the hunter’s hut, just by sleeping naturally, you will not be able to fully recover your energy even for two or three days.

There is still something to do tomorrow.

Release your mind and adjust your breathing...

After a while, Roger opened his eyes again.

"It's still not possible."

In fact, physical cultivation and spiritual cultivation are completely contrary to each other.

One is extremely moving and the other is extremely quiet.

This is also the reason why very few geniuses who practice both practice appear.

Just like in real life, it is extremely difficult to count on a sports maniac to become a music prince.

The concentration potion on the table reflected a special light in the moonlight. Seeing this scene, a thought suddenly appeared in Roger.

He took a glass of water and carefully dripped the concentration potion into several drops.

After stirring a little, tilt your head and drink the water in your glass.

The agent works quickly, but it is much weaker than before.

But this is exactly what Roger hopes to see.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, my brain quickly became calm, my chest was undulating at a special rhythm, and a warm current was injected into my mind.

I don't know how long it took, but when Roger opened his eyes again and casually glanced at the wall clock on the wall, two hours had passed.

It seemed that meditation offset the fatigue, and there was no side effects of taking concentration drugs in the brain before. After discovering this, Roger was delighted.

This means that he can replace sleep through meditation every night in the future.

Moreover, as his strength improves, he may gradually get rid of the potion and actively enter a state of meditation.

By then, he could even try the concentration potion after leaving the Hunter's Lodge.

Just restore lost energy through meditation afterwards, but meditation is not omnipotent. It cannot replace real sleep, after all, it cannot restore physical fatigue.

It was almost midnight, and Roger carefully came to the window and observed the street outside through the gaps in the curtains.

Not long after, he really found some abnormalities.

"There's someone in that blue Ford."

Under the dim street lights, Roger's eyes naturally could not penetrate the car window, but his long observation made him notice the accidental shaking of the car body.

Even couples who want to fight in the field will not choose such residential areas. As midnight is approaching, who will be bored so much that they sit alone in the car?

After writing down the license plate number, Roger ignored it, sat cross-legged and started a new round of meditation.

Time and again, until it was bright.

He opened his eyes, his mind was clear and energetic, but his body became extremely stiff due to sitting cross-legged all night.

"If I could practice this thing lie down, I would have done it."

Roger thought a little greedy.

The breakfast was simple but nutritious. After dinner, little Jack was picked up by his aunt, while Andrelin took Roger and the other one to Simpson's home.

It was a 2-story building near the edge of the town, with paint falling off on the outside of the house, and it seemed that the financial situation of the Simpson's home was not very good.

Although the Simpsons' house looks dilapidated, there is a large courtyard behind it, and he is about to be buried in the family cemetery behind it.
Chapter completed!