Chapter 241. Returning to the Island

On a new day, Roger slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, a trace of the newly generated mental power was separated, forming a brand new circulation as thin as a gossamer.

When this ray of spiritual power gradually grows and takes shape, it will form the second sign model.

Cooperating with the existing potion in his hand, the speed of improvement of mental power is still very fast, but Roger can feel that this speed of progress is greatly attenuating.

It won't be long before the improvement of mental power will encounter a bottleneck.

At this time, it is necessary to take a new alchemy potion that is used in conjunction with Ten Thousand Snake Meditation.

The brain fluid of the war ghost, the petals of the dragon scale flower, the bark of the thorn demon tree... There are all kinds of extraordinary materials.

When he heard the relevant materials that Roger reported to him, Terry, who had always been calm, couldn't help exclaiming, "What are you going to do? There's something in it that I've never even heard..."

"I have some new ideas about the follow-up research on the Gwent card, and my own strength also needs to be improved."

Roger explained vaguely.

"Well, I can only try my best to help you find a solution. In addition, you'd better be mentally prepared. These things you want will cost a lot of money."

"Ahem!"

Roger smiled awkwardly, Heller's benefits will not arrive in the account for a while.

"Can I owe you first?"

"Hehe."

Terry sneered.

"What do you say? There are a lot of things that can't be bought with money, and even in internal transactions, the supply is limited. I think you should understand."

Roger sighed helplessly, and could only ask a question tentatively.

"Why don't you ask someone to help me, the psionic bullet made by Mr. Heller should have many people want to buy it?"

"Are you really going to sell it?" Terry screamed strangely.

"The second one to be exact. Otherwise, where would I get the money to pay for your previous materials?"

Roger was also a little helpless.

"The high-level psionic bullets made by the teacher are only given away and not sold. If you do this, it is simply..."

Terry didn't know how to describe what Roger did for a while.

"Leave one for Henrik."

Roger is really short of money now, if there is no other way, he can only wait for the news, and then go to New Moon City to try his luck.

After all, in the real world, the number of missions at the Transcendence level is limited, and the chances of sharing them are too small.

"Let me help you ask the teacher, this batch of materials should be owed first, just this one time, not an example!"

Terry gritted his teeth and said.

"To be honest, he has some regrets now."

"Damn Gwent card!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Many of the materials that Roger requested this time were of Transcendence level. Besides, many of the herbs were also very rare.

If you collect all of them, I am afraid it will cost a lot of money, and Terry has really helped him a lot by doing this.

After finishing a training session, Roger packed his bags, bought a diving suit and took the corresponding equipment to the beach to rent a boat.

The boat is not big, and he can drive it by himself. On the flagpole on the deck, there is a smiling face wearing a straw hat crookedly.

"What's painted on it?" Roger asked curiously.

"This is my mascot."

The captain was a little complacent, "I call him the Straw Hat Boy, isn't it interesting?"

Roger nodded seriously, "Very good, to be honest, you should draw comics."

"Ha ha!"

The captain laughed heartily, he obviously knew Roger, "Boy, you still have eyesight."

"If I really go to draw comics, I will definitely draw your name into the comics, and then arrange a great identity for you!"

The Straw Hat Boy, The Sea, The Boat, Roger...

"There seems to be something familiar?"

After greeting the owner with a smile, Roger started the engine and left the port of Bay Town.

This time he decided to go to the place recorded in Kant's diary to take a look.

Maybe a little answer about my own identity can be found there.

Whether it's Kant's diary or the records in the turning book, the description of that place is somewhat vague. After determining the approximate range, Roger came to the nearby sea area as quickly as possible.

From this position, the island where Roger used to live is not far away.

After thinking about it, he turned around and headed for the island.

It didn't take long before the outline of the island gradually appeared in front of him. To Roger's surprise, there was a boat parked on the beach near the island.

"Someone?"

Roger was taken aback for a moment, and he gradually slowed down. Since someone was here, he didn't plan to go to the island.

But when he turned the bow of the boat and decided to leave, a few young people suddenly rushed out from the island.

"Hey!"

"We are here!"

"Thank goodness someone is finally here!"

Several people looked a little embarrassed, as if they had been trapped on the island for several days.

Without any hesitation, Roger started the engine and approached the island. His previous experience let him know how difficult it is to survive on an isolated island.

Looking at the clothes, these people are obviously rich children, unkempt, and seem to be worse than themselves.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The first to climb onto the boat was a woman in a bikini who looked panicked and just kept thanking Roger.

The other people who followed him were in no better condition than her, and the abnormalities shown by the few people moved Roger's heart.

"What happened? Is your ship aground?"

After drinking a glass of warm water, one of the tall young men relaxed a little.

"Come on, let's get out of here!"

"This place is weird. The navigation system on the ship is completely out of order, and the communication equipment is also interfered. If it weren't for you, we would have died here sooner or later!"

The young man seemed to have thought of something, and there was a trace of panic on his face.

"In the end what happened?"

After a few people talking and explaining, Roger finally figured out the whole story.

Indeed, as he had guessed, these people were from wealthy families, and they were the rich second generation who came to visit Bay Town.

They drove a boat to hold a party on the sea, indulged recklessly on the deck, and realized what a real sea and sky feast is.

But one night not long ago, when everyone was having fun, they woke up to find that the ship had approached the island unknowingly.

What surprised several people was that the entire ship was damaged, not to mention continuing to sail, and even the equipment on the ship lost its function.

In this case, several people could only bring supplies to the island.

But on the first night they moved into the lighthouse, strange things happened on the island.

"Something weird?"

Roger's heart moved, did they also meet the Murloc who appeared here?

He pretended to be curious, "What did you find?"

"It's not a ghost, is it?"

"No no no."

The tall young man shook his head.

"It's a woman, a woman with green hair and a tail fin!"