Chapter 344 (1/2)

”Yes, it just arrived today.” Negri looked up at the young man who called himself rogue Reeves, looked at it carefully, and then said.

”What do you think of Mobius college?” Rogge can't wait to ask. He can vaguely perceive the particularity revealed by Negri. Recently, he has found too many problems in the college, but there are too few people willing to help him. He hopes to find some like-minded partners.

”Well, it's a good place to learn. As for other things, people's curiosity should not be so strong. It's easy to have problems like that.” Negri frowned as if to warn Rogge, and then he did not pay attention to Logue.

”Sorry to disturb you.” Rogge said, slightly embarrassed, as if absorbed in eating lunch.

In silence, Negri quickly finished his lunch and put away the little oil bottle beside him. This action attracted Rogge's attention. His high spirituality also made him realize that the golden oil had something special.

This kind of super ordinary perception makes Rogge have a sense of superiority beyond all living beings. It was only a few months ago that he woke up with this ability. Yes, he was very sure that he did not use the wrong words. This is his innate ability. When it wakes up, he realizes that he is different.

He was able to detect things that others could not detect. He could see the spirit that occasionally appeared in the city, some Presbyterian premonition, some secret whispers in his ear, all of which made Rogge feel different.

So when MOBIS college had a strange situation, his first thought was not to escape, but to feel that this was his stage, just like the devil was born. Adventurers experienced all kinds of hardships to knock them down and get wealth and fame.

That is to say, because of his ability to wake up, Rogge felt that he was the protagonist.

Looking away from Negri, Rogge squints into Negri's pocket, where the bottle of oil gives him a strange feeling.

”What's going on, rogue, is that the man?” At this time, a voice interrupted Rogge's thinking. It was randier, his close friend, who was also a member of their abnormal elimination group. He was one of the few companions willing to believe him and consult with him about the college's anomalies.

”There is something special about that observer. We should explore it again sometime.” Rogge replied with a smile that the kind of people randier spoke of were the mystics, the beings who mastered magic.

As Negri walked on the road, he hardly noticed that there was a man following him. The level of tracking was full of mistakes, and only they thought they were not found.

As expected, the ability of these students is not worth looking forward to.

Negri went back to the dormitory and held the bottle of oil he had brought with him in his hand. The contents of the oil were the body oil extracted from several sewer corpses. Those corpses had practiced the same track magic before they were alive. Their bodies have changed. The body oil extracted by Negri from their bodies can bring certain magic to Negri.

Even with certain magic rituals, Negri can inherit his magic cultivation progress from the corpse. However, Negri did not do that. Now it is just right to hold a certain amount of magic.

”But that little guy might use it.” Negri looked at the bottle of unused body oil, put it on the desk of the dormitory, and then opened the kit. To give the little guy something to add.

He put the prepared body oil in the bag, and other materials were well hidden, and Negri went out. He was very clear about the psychological state of the man who got the ability from Rogge.