The result made Ryan a little disappointed. Although he could feel the wound moving rapidly, the effect was not as good as he imagined.

After waiting patiently for half an hour, after the physical strengthening disappeared, the feeling of muscle creep also disappeared.

Ryan sighed deeply at this result. Yuanli obviously did not have the effect of healing wounds. The reason why it could promote wound recovery was because it strengthened his own recovery power.

The strengthening time of source power is only half an hour. According to this speed, he needs at least five or six drops of source power to recover to a level that does not affect his combat power.

Fortunately, no side effects of continuous use of Yuanli have been found for the time being, otherwise the effect would be compromised.

"Huh..., it's already pretty good. Don't be too greedy. Maybe I should try and help poor Knight Allen."

Ryan thought about what he had planned to do a long time ago - extract the source power and sell it.

Of course, as the functions of the source force were unearthed one by one, he found that he had underestimated its preciousness and magic, so he had no idea of ​​selling it now.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to try to extract, because he has some other ideas in his mind waiting to be verified. If successful, he will open an inexhaustible treasure!

Summarizing the last experience, mental power is the key to maintaining source power. When mental power is weak, source power will merge with the body.

In other words, he has to extend his mental power outwards. You must know that this is a patent only enjoyed by magicians or high-level knights, and it is difficult to achieve at his level.

But things are often unexpected, which may have something to do with his identity as a time traveler. His mental power is far superior to those of the same level, and he actually succeeded!

Looking at the sparkling energy at his fingertips, Ryan showed a satisfied smile. Although he failed eight times during practice, fortunately he didn't waste much.

Because he applied five of the drops to his torso, he unexpectedly discovered that by superimposing the source power, the strengthening effect was significantly increased. Although it was not as exaggerated as five times, it was still a lot stronger.

The reason why the superposition is not continued is that the superposition effect is no longer obvious at the fifth drop.

From this, we can conclude that the maximum number of superpositions is five, and any more is a waste.

Ryan looked over and over at the drop of source power. Apart from the majestic magic power, it seemed to be nothing special. He just didn't know if it would be effective when used externally.

"Knight Alan, it's up to you to devote yourself to this great experiment. If you are unfortunately killed, I will definitely report you as killed in action, and your family will receive a generous pension."

Ryan pretended to make a sign of the cross, then took apart the strip of cloth, dripped the source of energy on his wound, and quietly observed the reaction of the wound.

Poor Allen didn't know that he had become a guinea pig. He only felt a surge of power pouring into his body, and then the wound began to itch and squirm...

After frowning and observing for a while, with his meticulous insight, Ryan discovered that Allen's wound was slowly growing pink granules.

"Great, it works. In this way, the value of Yuanli has greatly increased." Ryan suddenly smiled and took three more drops before stopping.

He didn't expect to cure Allen right now, because that would be too appalling. He just needed to hang on to his life and insist on finding a priest in Bana City.

"Knight Allen, you must remember my selfless dedication. I will give you one hundred Kindlers for every drop of source power."

With a word from Ryan, Allen was saddled with a huge debt of up to four hundred kindlers.

Allen's heart: "I thank you, otherwise you should just let me die..."

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next morning

A beam of sunshine penetrated the thick clouds and shone on the snowy fields of Kuwait. For the creatures on this land, today is a very good weather.

The heavy snow that has been flying all day long and the howling wind have lost their usual arrogance and begun to become gentle.

Ryan woke up from the meditative state. The effect of his source power was very good, and the injury to his ribs no longer affected his combat effectiveness. Allen's condition was much better than last night, and he had escaped from the scythe of death.

"Ham."

Ham and the others have assumed the role of personal guards since they swore an oath to Ryan. They took turns guarding outside last night. Since they did not disturb Ryan, he did not say anything.

Ham entered the tent in response, handed Ryan a glass of scalding snow water, and informed him of the good weather outside.

"Thank you, Lord of Holy Light, for your protection." Ryan responded casually. He did not believe in the so-called omniscient and omnipotent God preached by the church, but that did not prevent him from proving that he was a pan-believer, which would provide him with a lot of benefits.

convenient.

"Order to break camp. If God's protection continues, then we can enter the majestic city of Bana today and enjoy fine wine and fruits and vegetables!

You will take care of Knight Allen for the rest of the journey, do you understand?" Ryan rubbed the ring on his hand and said slowly.

"I will obey your orders, my lord..."

Soon, the team embarked on their return journey again. The good weather boosted the morale of the soldiers, and some even took the lead in singing a folk song:

(There are three crows sitting on the tree, come down, come down, come down, come down.

They are extremely dark and have fluff...

A knight was slain under his shield, carrying a feather.

His hounds lay at his feet, their master taking such good care of them...)

Amidst the enthusiastic singing, a majestic city appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was Bana City, one of the important towns of the Andis people in the snowy fields of Kuwait.

It was originally an important fortress to contain the Kingdom of Tistan, but now it has become the bridgehead for the Kingdom of Tistan to attack.

Before Ryan and the others reached the city, an arrow made of fine iron was inserted in front of Ryan as if it had eyes.

The arrow shaft was completely lost in the snow, leaving only the dark arrow feathers trembling uncontrollably.

Ryan's eyes were tiny, but he could still achieve such precision and power from three hundred meters away. He already knew who it was, and Zhu Ma said loudly: "Excuse me, is it Sir Eisen Powell? 3rd Battalion, 7th Infantry Brigade

Commander, Ryan Ray Black salutes you."

"Are you talking about Sir Eisen, the best archer in Bana City?" Ham on the side exclaimed, and Ryan felt like stars were popping up in his eyes.

But this is normal. After all, he is a high-level knight with the title of [Night Falcon], the star knight who kills the most enemies in the entire legion. At the same time, he is also Ryan's archery instructor!

"Talk to me with your bow and arrow, Lei. You seem to have made some progress."

A cold and serious voice rolled in, mixed with the chilling aura of a warrior and an iron horse, which was breathtaking.

"Sir, my longbow was lost on the battlefield. Besides, this is not a good place to test progress." Ryan smiled bitterly and spread his hands. If arrows released here were regarded as siege, wouldn't they be shot into a sieve?

"You lost your longbow? Then you know my rules!"
Chapter completed!