Since Roger started practicing swordplay, Baron Rollo has repeatedly trained him on the stability of his lower body and the coordination of his body. The horse riding training also pays attention to maintaining balance. Roger is very confident in himself.

He walked exactly in the middle of the tree trunk, without any sway in his body.

The remaining mud on his feet and the moss on the trees tried to cause trouble for him, but he dealt with it calmly.

The river roared beneath him, but he paid no attention.

The mist rose and wet him, but he remained unmoved.

The wind kept blowing on him, but the force was very small and not enough to shake him at all.

Just add water mist to make him feel cold.

Roger had been feeling cold since he came out of the wetland, with fits of coldness. He thought it was because his clothes were wet.

Later, his head began to feel swollen, and he felt that he had a fever. He knew that he had a cold or a slight fever.

He felt that his fever should not be high and he felt that he should be able to bear it.

Then there was another gust of wind, which made his body tremble and his mind became dizzy.

His legs softened for a moment, and his steps didn't hit the spot he wanted to step on.

His body tilted, and he tried to correct it, but the moss and mud cooperated to make a KO.

So he fell down.

He waved his arms and fell headlong into the roaring river.

Roger opened his eyes to figure out the situation, but all he got was a stinging pain and nothing could be seen in the chaotic river water.

He thought, don't panic, don't panic, the first thing to do when falling into the water is don't panic.

So even though his lungs were sounding the alarm over and over again, he held his breath.

He squeezed his brain and urgently retrieved the information about falling into the water from his memory.

He knows that he should relax his limbs and wait for the surface to rise. He knows that the human body will automatically rise after falling for a period of time in the water.

He knew that when he started to feel like he was floating, he should try to stay in a supine position and tilt his head back. As long as he didn't struggle randomly, the human body would not lose balance in the water.

He knew that if he lay on his back, his mouth and nose could surface first for breathing and seeking advice.

He knows that when breathing, he should exhale through the mouth and inhale through the nose to prevent choking on the water.

He thought, good, I am good at it, I have theoretical knowledge, I can handle it.

But it only took a moment for Roger to realize that something was wrong. His experience and theories were only applicable to swimming pools and calm rivers. These things were completely ineffective in rushing rivers.

His body kept rolling and rolling erratically. How could he stay on his back?

He didn't even know where "up" was.

He realized that he would not float automatically at all, but would just keep rolling with the waves.

His lungs were on red alert and he needed to breathe.

He had already missed the chance to get his mouth and nose out of the water once, and he didn't want to miss it a second time.

Opportunities always come suddenly.

His eyes lit up, and he knew he couldn't hesitate. He immediately exhaled the waste gas through his mouth, and then inhaled through his nose.

He was still too slow. He only took half a breath, and there was still water in his nose.

The waves covered him again.

He felt like he had eaten a big mouthful of mustard, and the irritation in his nasal cavity made him feel uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

He didn't know whether he had shed tears or not. He couldn't control this. He had to prepare for the next opportunity now.

A voice in my head read like a textbook: Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared.

Roger got rid of all the random thoughts in his mind, he had to focus.

He thought that the time was too short. After his mouth and nose came out of the water, there was no time to complete the entire process of exhaling and inhaling.

He chose to blow out the waste gas in his lungs from his nose. He also blew out the accumulated water in his nose, and he felt his nose felt better.

He is now ready to inhale and does not need the extra exhalation process like before.

He relaxed his whole body and let it roll with the waves, just waiting for his eyes to light up.

The light was delayed, and Roger no longer paid attention to the warning from his lungs. He bet that the oxygen content in his body could still sustain it.

But the light never came.

He regretted it. He shouldn't have exhaled so quickly just now. There was still some oxygen in the breath. He should have waited a little longer.

He felt that he had lost the bet, his mind began to feel dizzy, and the oxygen content in his body could no longer support it.

He seemed to see a bright light, maybe it was just an illusion.

He instinctively opened his mouth and nose and took a big breath, and he breathed it in. He really breathed it in.

His brain was still dizzy and the oxygen had not yet been replenished.

He exhaled and took a deep breath.

He was so greedy that he sucked the water.

His trachea immediately protested.

But he had just finished exhaling, and his lungs were under negative pressure, unable to repel unwelcome outsiders.

His dizziness passed.

He used great perseverance to restrain his desire to cough, and used his facial muscles to force the water in his mouth into his esophagus.

He endured the discomfort in his trachea, knowing that there might still be some water there.

He couldn't spit it out or swallow it, so he could only hold it like this.

My mind started to feel dizzy again, and a voice said: Take a sip, just take a sip.

Roger refused with the last of his rationality. He endured the pain and waited for his eyes to light up.

The water flow seemed to slow down, but the light still didn't come.

He was so dizzy that he lost judgment.

He didn't realize that his body had stopped rolling. He was always lying on his stomach, and he could never wait for the light.

Suddenly his chin hit something and his head was lifted up.

He waited until there was light and took a deep breath.

He seemed to hear some sounds.

He choked on the bit of water in his trachea and coughed violently.

He thought he heard someone shouting.

He breathed in breath after breath, not getting any water, just air.

It seemed like someone was talking to him.

His mind was still dizzy.

"Don't move, Ruggiero, don't fucking move."

Roger's sanity is back.

He suppressed the panic in his heart and forced himself to calm down.

He knew that he must not rush to grab something, even though he wanted to hug something right now.

He just breathed and left everything else to the Blessed Mother.

He knew that the Holy Mother was beside him, even though she was not good-looking, a little wild, and rude.

Roger didn't know how long he had been floating. He was like a corpse, letting Aura keep dragging him.

He knows how to swim, but now his hands and feet are so weak that he cannot control them.

His brain was very hot and dizzy. It was different from the dizziness due to lack of oxygen. This was a bulging dizziness.

His veins switched jobs and became a DJ, playing the disc "bang bang bang" in his head.

The brain cavity seems to have become a disco hall, and the brain cells are all excited, and they are beating wildly to the rhythm.

They vent wantonly, they agitate feverishly.

They threw out the memories, thoughts, emotions, knowledge... everything that existed in the body, and mixed it into a wave of noise that was about to overturn Roger's spiritual cap.

Roger's CPU crashed immediately. He was thinking about everything but couldn't think clearly.

His brain was like a soldering iron, only generating heat.

Roger's eyes were open like a dead fish, and he didn't feel any pain even if water splashed into them.

He stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds. He didn't know when he had reached the backstroke posture.

Then he felt cold again, not from the cold of the water, but from the inside of his body, with waves of shivers.

He was suddenly able to think again, but it was very slow, like a rusty wheel slowly starting up. It seemed that a few of his more than 10 billion brain cells gave up entertainment and went back to work.

He heard the sound of water rushing in his ears and Aura's breathing.

He couldn't see Ola. He felt that Ola couldn't hold on any longer. She was talking intermittently.

“Hold on just a little bit longer…scare, scare…just hold on a little bit longer…scare…soon…scare… ..There is a shoal ahead...scare...we arrived at the shoal...scare...we went up...scare"
Chapter completed!