Chapter 5

Just as Knight Wright was about to speak, Dennis, who was standing to the side, moved two chairs over to Ophelia and said with a smile, "Ophelia, sit down and listen. I'm also very curious. I heard that this is a genius whose talent is not inferior to yours."

Ophelia's attitude was still cold. She didn't have a trace of good feelings towards her two brothers. Marshall was like a stupid mad dog, and Dennis was like a cunning wild fox. She wasn't naive enough to think that Dennis had come to inform her out of consideration for her. It was nothing more than wanting to fan the flames from the side.

However, Dennis did help her, so she gave him face and sat down. It wasn't because she had saved a genius for herself. Ophelia didn't care about this. It was just that Adam was a little special to her.

Knight Wright explained the matter in detail. After listening, Ophelia didn't say anything. She just ordered the attendants behind her to send Adam back to his room. She then nodded to the two and left.

Dennis still had a smile on his face. He stood up and sent Ophelia away as if nothing had happened. However, his tightly clenched fists and the bulging veins on his neck showed that his heart wasn't calm.

"This world is really unfair."

Ophelia and the others walked on the road of the manor. When they saw her, they all stepped aside and bowed slightly. They only stood up after she left. This kind of respect had nothing to do with status, but was purely reverence for strength and nobility.

She whispered to the maid, "Go to my room and bring me an unused ointment."

The maid walked in another direction, her heart full of envy. She knew how precious the young lady's ointment was. In the entire manor, no, in the entire north, only the young lady and the Earl were qualified to use it. It was a creation from a mage. It was said that when the original material was alive, it could easily tear a knight to shreds.

Of course, the ointment wasn't applied by Ophelia herself. After her subordinates evenly applied the ointment all over Adam's body, Ophelia dismissed her attendants and sat alone in Adam's room. She closed her eyes and silently waited for him to wake up.

Night fell.

The effect of this secret medicine made from unknown ingredients was very powerful. The scars all over Adam's body healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. The medicine entered his body through his skin, producing a gentle and benign energy. Under the support of the energy, his cells began to divide at an accelerated rate, making up for the overload on his body in a short period of time. It also began to nourish Adam's weak body. The coma that was originally expected to last for a few days ended quickly just like that.

"High-quality nutrients have been detected entering the body. Cell division is accelerating. Organ strength, muscle strength, blood activity, and bone calcium are increasing."

Adam actively cooperated with the medicinal effects. His perfect control over his body allowed him to fully absorb the medicinal effects. The benefits of this ointment were several hundred times better than normal food.

Ophelia opened her eyes and said to Adam, "Since you're awake, start practicing your [Kokyu-ho]. Restrain your spiritual power and only use your breathing to vibrate your body."

Adam followed the advice and began to breathe at a special frequency. The absorption of the medicine increased by another level. The thick layer of ointment that was originally applied to his skin rapidly decreased, leaving only a thin layer of black skin that fell off.

"It's still not enough." Adam said. If he had a few more portions of this beneficial energy, his body would be able to reach the standard for practicing the [Kokyu-ho], and he wouldn't have fainted like this time.

"Heh." Ophelia gave a vague reply.

Adam sat up in the darkness and tore off the remnants of the medicine from his body. He picked up the new clothes that were neatly folded next to the pillow and put them on. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Ophelia didn't avoid Adam while he was putting on his clothes. She didn't even move. After a long period of silence, she finally said, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Ophelia's voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself instead of asking. However, Adam could hear the uneasiness in her voice. He felt that the person in front of him was on the verge of exploding.

Ophelia's feelings were very complicated.

Although she was the Count's biological daughter, she didn't live a happy life. Her birth mother's lowly status and early death made it impossible for her to feel familial love. As the uncrowned king of the Northern Lands, how could her father cast his gaze on a laughable illegitimate daughter?

In the manor, her awkward status doomed her to an unhappy childhood. Although she was the Count's biological daughter, she was no different from a servant. And because she was the Count's biological daughter, no one dared to be friends with her. Everyone avoided her like the plague. The only one who didn't deliberately avoid her was Adam, a fool.

In a corner where no one was paying attention to, a dirty little girl sat next to a skinny boy with a big head. They chattered endlessly and shared the hard-earned food. That was the only warmth in Ophelia's cold childhood.

It wasn't until Ophelia revealed her dazzling talent at the age of ten that her situation improved. But in contrast, she couldn't get close to Adam like before. It wasn't because of her status, but because she couldn't control her own power. She was afraid that a gentle touch would kill her only 'friend'. Later on, the environment she needed to cultivate and experience was too dangerous, so she had Adam work for her, giving him a peaceful life until death.

"Adam, why would an idiot who was stupid for sixteen years suddenly wake up? Why would you learn [Respiratory Art] without anyone teaching you? Why would you have such powerful spiritual power? Should I be happy for you? Or have you been deceiving everyone all this time? "

With me? Ophelia thought.

Adam felt the strong emotion she was emitting. This emotion should be called sadness. His emotional thinking replaced logical thinking, so he felt that he should explain.

"I …" This pronoun made him feel a little strange. "I'm from another world."

Ophelia's expression became very interesting. It wasn't surprise, but mockery. She said, "This is the World of Mages, the World of Mages. Ever since the great Grand Necromancer Prometheus changed the world's coordinates and World Guardian Annie Croft sacrificed herself to improve the world's essence, no otherworldly creature has been able to descend on their own. And now you're telling me that you're from another world?"

Adam's eyes suddenly widened. His spiritual power instantly spread out. The information revealed in Ophelia's words made him excited. This wasn't a boring world after all. There were powerful people here who could change the world. Adam didn't believe that changing the world relied on power. It could only rely on knowledge. Only knowledge could change the world.

Adam's spiritual power surged. The sound of wind surged in the sealed room. The fragile materials were almost shattered, but Ophelia didn't move. Her tone became even more mocking. "What? You want to fight me after I exposed you? "

Adam really didn't have any impression of her. When he first came to this world, it was the most difficult time for him. The number of viruses was huge, completely occupying all his memory. The anti-virus program was also slow. He could only cut off contact with the outside world and seal himself. Otherwise, he would be in danger of being attacked by the viruses at any time. This situation only improved after he was ten years old. And that was when Ophelia separated from him.

However, since he had already started to explain, Adam didn't care whether Ophelia believed him or not. As for exposing his identity? Adam didn't think that this was important information. And he already knew from her words that otherworldly creatures weren't a secret in this world.

Unexpectedly, Ophelia seemed to have lost interest in his explanation. She got up and left with flagging interest. Before she left, she said, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. Since you have such talent, then don't interfere in the fight between my two stupid brothers. The Great Mage will definitely come. At that time, I'll help you fight for a chance. "

After all, you didn't really hurt me. Giving you a chance is the most benevolent thing I can do. Ophelia thought sorrowfully.

"Remember, don't sign any contracts." Ophelia gave a final warning before she left.

Adam sat alone in his room to organize the information. This time, he gained a lot. Not only did he master the cultivation method of supernatural powers, he also improved his weak constitution. He also understood some of the truth of this world. Most importantly, he finally knew that this world wasn't a boring one. That was enough.

However, he also had some doubts. The cultivation method of the [Respiratory Art] was a direct and crude application. It was like drinking water from a river or using fire from the ground. It wasn't like first knowing the principle, then creating it and then applying it.

"The knowledge system isn't exactly the same. Initial judgment is that spiritual power should be a kind of basic power that exists naturally. After spiritual power, special energy number two, and special energy number three, there should be a medium. Through the interaction of spiritual power and the medium, supernatural power can be produced. "

"The current conditions and knowledge are insufficient. It's impossible to observe the medium and analyze the real source of supernatural power."

After establishing the observation mission, Adam began to cultivate the [Respiratory Art] in a small area. He controlled the intake of special energy number three and used a gentle method to strengthen his body.

The essence of the Knight's [Respiratory Art] was to overdraft the body's potential. If there wasn't a dynamic balance between the external energy and the body's consumption, then cultivating it would be suicide. From this, it could be seen that this was a backward and inefficient method. The path of a knight had an end, and this end was very easy to reach.

From Ophelia's words, Adam deduced that mages were a class that far surpassed knights. They could even change the world with their own power. The fragile bodies of carbon-based life forms definitely couldn't bear it. Then, mages should exist for the purpose of changing the nature of life or elevating the soul.

"Genetics and mysticism?" Adam muttered to himself. In the end, the current information was still insufficient for in-depth research.

Adam stopped using the [Respiratory Art]. Even with this small intake of special energy, in less than an hour, his body was already overloaded. Adam couldn't help but look forward to the arrival of mages even more. He also hoped that he could become one of them.