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Chapter 111 The Mark of Law

Trembling swamp.

The Dragon Vein Sorcerer's Wooden Hut.

As the deep black light dissipated, Roland was kneeling on the ground, his silver-white sword resting on the ground, barely managing to stay upright.

He is in extremely poor condition right now.

Even though the baptism of abundant magic during the ascension had restored eight or nine tenths of the previous injuries to the body, the backlash from the embers was more intense than expected.

All the energy in his body was drained in an instant, leaving not a trace. His muscles trembled and twitched involuntarily, completely beyond the control of his will.

The side effects of the teleportation also came rushing in at the same time.

A dizzying sensation of space tearing apart washed over his consciousness like a tidal wave. The wooden house in front of him was shaking, and the floor, walls, and windows all left eerie afterimages.

The nausea churning in his stomach made his throat tighten, and he wanted to vomit, but nothing came out because his muscles could no longer move normally.

Fine beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, landing on the floor with a soft pattering sound, quickly leaving a small, dark puddle.

I don't know how much time passed.

crunch—

The door to the cabin was pushed open, and the damp, swampy smell rushed into the room, while the steady candlelight flickered slightly.

Cecilia stepped across the threshold, her pale purple robe stained with dirt and bits of grass, and the dark gold scales on her body still glowing, as if she had just been in a battle.

She closed the door behind her and turned around, only to meet Roland's half-open eyes.

A strong stench of blood and sweat lingered in the air. She raised an eyebrow, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, isn't this the great adventurer—Lord Nolan?"

Cecilia strolled over and stood in front of Roland, looking down at him, seemingly in a good mood.

So much so that she completely forgot her previous indifference towards Roland and now even felt like teasing him a bit.

"What's wrong? Was the snowstorm in the Blue Crystal Mountains too severe? Did you rush back to warm up?"

She paused, as if sensing something, her nostrils twitched slightly, and her tone became more playful: "Or is it that you've just become a professional and decided to fall into the abyss?"

Roland did not respond.

He simply opened his eyes slightly, gazing at Cecilia, a flash of azure light passing through his eyes.

As if witnessing the world briefly reveal its "truth" to him during his ascension, Roland saw Cecilia's true nature.

The dragon vein sorcerer was wrapped in dense, dark golden threads that emanated from his heart, spread along his blood vessels throughout his body, and solidified on the scales of his elbows.

Behind her, there was a faint, ethereal shadow—a slumbering dragon with dark gold scales, its breath synchronized with Cecilia's heartbeat.

This is the source of her power, inherited from the bloodline of the brass dragon.

Roland saw something else as well.

On Cecilia's left shoulder, there was a dark red ball of light that was constantly writhing, trying to devour her flesh and blood, but it was firmly suppressed by the golden threads. It was probably the product of some kind of curse or experiment.

The demon standing quietly on the branch outside the window has a silver thread wrapped around its body, which extends all the way to Cecilia's fingertips, like some kind of bridge of connection.

[Legal Perspective]

This is another new ability that he gained after being promoted to the "Ember Crown" profession.

The effect is that one can clearly perceive the killing intent left by the battle, the magical traces in the air, and even the life force flowing within living beings.

It's somewhat like an upgraded version of "magic perception," although it's not as pure as the caster's "magic affinity," but it has a wider range of applications.

It was precisely because of this ability that he was able to anticipate Vera's attack trajectory amidst her rapid offensive and block the first two fatal shots.

Although it doesn't generate direct profits, it's very useful.

On the other side, seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Cecilia quickly lost interest, ignored Roland, and leisurely strode towards her desk.

The candlelight flickered, and the cabin fell silent, save for the occasional crackling sound from the fireplace; even the wind outside the window was silenced.

Roland closed his eyes, focusing on adjusting his state.

The muscle tremors gradually subsided, the nausea slowly subsided, and countless tiny specks of light flowed into the body from the air, like drops of spring water gushing forth, nourishing the parched flesh.

Time passed in silence.

When Roland opened his eyes again, the dizziness had completely disappeared, and his hands were no longer trembling. He stood up, supporting himself with his sword, and after taking a step back, he firmly grasped the edge of the table.

One inch, two inches, three inches.

He slowly straightened up and with a backhand motion, sheathed the silver-white sword.

I turned my head and looked at the wooden door that had reopened sometime earlier.

Aleta stood there.

She was carrying a bundle of firewood, and two withered leaves clung to her dark gray coarse cloth coat. Her hood had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a face that was much rounder than it had been three days ago.

Although it is still small, it is no longer skin and bones, and its dark blue scales are more lustrous, gleaming with a cold metallic texture under the flames.

The perception within the field of vision of the Dharma Mark is clearer.

Within this half-dragon girl, the dragon bloodline, which was originally so thin as to be almost non-existent, was now surging in a completely new form.

Countless blue light threads flowed like lightning through every blood vessel, occasionally splashing out of the body and causing faint blue electric sparks. Although they were fleeting, they already emitted a faint ozone smell, which was the mark of the Blue Dragon.

Even more striking were those black and blue vertical pupils, within which a faint silver light flickered, like lightning hidden beneath a thunderbolt, waiting for the moment to tear apart the dark clouds and annihilate everything.

"You... the blood transfusion was successful?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, even Roland himself was stunned. His voice was hoarse like never before, as if there were pieces of iron scraps rolling in his throat.

He forgot that the wound in his throat had not fully healed and he was not yet fully accustomed to speaking.

Aletta was also taken aback for a moment.

Then, she lowered her head, gently placed the firewood beside the fireplace, and uttered a very soft voice: "It's done."

She didn't ask whose blood was on Roland, nor why there were several holes in his scales, nor what he had experienced on this journey, and she didn't even go to see Roland again.

She simply turned around and went into the inner room, brought out a pot of meat soup with a golden sheen of oil, and gently placed it on the wooden table next to Roland, along with the tableware.

Greet Roland with food; it was the best way she could think of to treat him.

Roland sat at the table, quietly watching the pot of meat soup.

The milky white broth exudes a rich aroma, with tender, stewed chunks of meat partially exposed, along with chopped wild vegetables and unidentified roots, and even a faint hint of herbal flavor.

"What, you're afraid to eat it?" Cecilia looked up from behind the table, looking at Roland with a mocking expression. "Don't worry, it's not poisonous. She stewed it for a whole day, and I tasted it for you."

Roland remained silent, but simply scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

The meat was piping hot upon entry, and the tender, shredded meat slid from the tip of the tongue into the stomach with a gentle touch, using pure heat to dispel the chill brought from the Blue Crystal Mountains.

When swallowing, there was a slight stinging pain in the wound in my throat, but as the hot soup flowed over it, it was quickly covered by warmth. There must have been some healing ingredients added to the soup, because with each sip I could feel the muscle texture healing rapidly.

More importantly, it's the taste of the food itself.

The savory broth, combined with the natural sweetness of the meat and the lingering aroma of the spices, makes for a dish that, while not quite as good as a pub's special set menu, is still quite delicious.

Although it was slightly greasy, Roland needed this kind of food at the moment, and he swallowed it all down little by little.

By the time the last sip of soup entered my throat, the injury had completely healed, and there was no longer any obstruction when I opened my mouth.

Roland put down his spoon and looked at Cecilia: "When will her dragon bloodline awaken?"