"The fog?"

Looking at the mist surging outside the window behind Roger, everyone chewed softly on the hidden meaning behind the word.

"Does it represent where he came from, or is it the source of power?"

Everyone's eyes didn't meet, and no one knew what they were thinking.

"I'm a Faceling."

The woman sitting across from Roger spoke.

"I'm a dark soul."

This is the black-robed man.

"Paladin."

It was a strong man with a rough voice who spoke, and Roger deliberately glanced at the other party, how strange and strange their group of visitors from the other world basically were.

It's rare to meet someone who takes the bright route.

"Haha, Mr. Mist, don't be fooled by his name."

"Can anyone explain the rules here?"

Roger's gaze swept over the faces of the crowd, and he carefully observed each one, which could even be described as unscrupulous.

But with the previous incident, no one spoke to stop his practice, and everyone took a wait-and-see attitude towards the mysterious and unknown.

"I'll do it anyway."

It was the Facelings who spoke.

"We are visitors from different worlds, and we barely have a place in this world."

The Facelings chuckled.

"We have replaced the identity of the original owner of the body, and we can deceive the most familiar lovers, relatives and friends, but we alone cannot deceive the world."

"Every six months, we will hold a meeting to exchange information in our hands, exchange ideas, and avoid some disasters in advance."

"Even if it is necessary, it can be traded privately."

"Given our positions, we may not be friends in this small group, but at least we don't want to be enemies."

The Facelings seem to mean something.

Roger nodded, Dickinson really hid something from him, the so-called meeting turned out to be held once every half month, and before he attended, Dickinson may have greeted him in advance.

In addition, this time, due to the isolation of the entire misty world, others were not sure about Roger's soul aura and strength fluctuations.

Under the guard, no one wants to speak rashly.

"Very reasonable rules, I am willing to accept them."

Roger smiled, "Just hope no one tries to attack me next time." ”

After this episode, the meeting quickly returned to normal, and Roger sat quietly in his chair, his hands crossed, his wide robe covering the whole person without revealing any skin.

From the conversation, he could roughly discern the area where several people were active, most of them were concentrated in Europe, and it seemed that only Arrahand was in Menia, and there were relatively few other places.

It seems that the original initiator of this organization was operating in Europe, and as for the specific region, no one wants to expose it.

"It's been a while since I've seen the Soul Eater, and every once in a while he'll trick a new person into coming over and asking us to cooperate with him."

"It's a bit boring to do too much of this kind of thing, but it's still a little good in the end."

Hearing someone talk about Dickinson, Roger couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"That guy is dead." The Black Soul said coldly.

"You know again?"

A playful voice came, "Say it as if you were there." ”

The black soul didn't squeak, "Believe it or not, he's dead anyway." ”

"What about the guy standing behind him?"

"The real Soul Eater."

Someone asked curiously.

"Who knows, maybe run away, maybe die, this kind of thing happens every day, there's nothing worth discussing."

"I've also noticed that anomalous events have become more frequent lately, and some of them even involve dark forces."

"Could this be our chance?"

"I don't notice anything unusual." The paladin replied.

"It's business as usual."

"There are no anomalies."

"There are no anomalies."

"Is it my delusion?"

"Forget it, I'll keep watching for a while."

The crowd continued to communicate.

Time passed little by little, Roger always sat in his chair and said nothing, many of the news he had never heard, but it also inspired him a lot.

At this moment, a man sitting in the corner raised his head, which surprised Roger a little, and only when the man's eyes fell on him did he realize that there was such a person sitting in the field.

"What a terrible ability to conceal."

is obviously sitting in front of him, but he will subconsciously ignore him, if such an ability is used to assassinate......

"This ...... Mr. Mist. ”

The man spoke, and he didn't introduce himself to Roger, who noticed that the man was not wearing any mask on his face.

Without makeup and hiding, he showed his true face to everyone so generously.

Is this a powerful self-confidence, confident that no one will find him, or is it self-confidence that even if it finds him, no one will be able to do anything about it?

"After listening to this for so long, why don't you join us?"

"If you have anything new around you or any confusion in your life, you can communicate at will here."

This is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, his face is a little pale, he has no beard, he is about thirty-four or five years old, and there is nothing worth telling about his figure.

All he was wearing was an ordinary plaid shirt.

He was too ordinary, and the ordinary school was to attend a class reunion.

"Nope."

Roger shook his head.

"I don't have anything I want to talk to."

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Dear Mr. Mist, do you not want to, or don't you dare?"

The corners of the man's mouth were raised, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Although I don't know what method you use, you can completely hide the mental fluctuations and soul breath."

"It makes you seem mysterious."

"And a lot of times, mystery is often a sign of power."

"Tsk."

The man shook his head.

"But I don't think so."

"You hide your face, you hide your body, you hide all your features."

"It's not because you're ......"

"It's because you're weak!"

As soon as the man's words fell, everyone in the field was shocked, and everyone turned their eyes on Roger at the same time.

"Seemingly, there is some truth."

The black soul said softly, looking at Roger with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Everyone here has something to hide, but this hiding is restrained, only Roger, because of caution, he subconsciously hides all his information.

And it is precisely because of this caution that his strength is exposed.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and Roger tried to keep his breathing steady, not even letting his heartbeat change too much.

He thought too much, but he didn't expect that this last point would become his flaw.

The thoughts in his head jumped rapidly, but for a while Roger couldn't think of a better way to deal with it, and during the time he was silent, the eyes of others also changed.

At this moment, a little sound was caught in his ears, and Roger was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses.

"Huh."

He chuckled and leaned back.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

A furious sound suddenly hits, the house outside the window collapses, the fog rolls upside down, and a giant foot falls from the sky.

Even though it is separated by a misty world and a distance of tens of thousands of miles, the strength of the wilderness is still deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Roger stood up, his figure overlapping the huge paws of his feet outside the window, and he shook his head indifferently.

"You're so boring."

With that, he aborted the ritual and disappeared in place.

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