Fog. ”

Without waiting for the paladin to introduce him, Roger took the initiative to speak.

Arrahand looked at Roger carefully, and Roger couldn't make out the expression on his face under the mask, but it was clear that he should have tried to use some special ability.

Roger wasn't worried about that at all.

After introducing himself, he didn't even look at Arrahand, leaning back slightly, his eyes glancing, as if looking for someone.

"Hmm...... Some of the people who questioned me seem to have disappeared. Roger said nonchalantly.

"Where did he go? Dead? ”

As soon as the words fell, there was silence.

At this moment, the black soul, which had been silent since the beginning of the meeting, suddenly shook the black hood on his head.

He leaned forward slightly.

"Mr. Mist, we don't mean to offend you, besides......" The Black Soul hesitated.

"Somebody has paid the price he deserves, and I think you should be able to stop."

Roger blinked.

What's going on?

I just said it casually, could it be that guy really had some accidents during this time?

Roger wanted to ask carefully, but after thinking about the posture he had been keeping, he replied ambiguously.

"Mr. Blacksoul, I don't know what you're talking about."

Roger sat up straight, his hands slightly open, "I inadvertently broke into your meeting, and I still like the environment overall, except for some irritating minor characters. ”

"We should benefit each other and help together."

Roger's voice was muffled.

"Isn't it?"

"Yes." To Arrahand's surprise, many of the people present replied at the same time.

He used to be a regular visitor to the Alien Order, and knew a little about the many people who appeared here.

Each of them was powerful and unruly, and treated the same person with such uniformity and respect, which surprised Arrahand.

"What happened during my absence? Where did this fog come from? Araham was silent.

He felt that he needed to look for an opportunity to ask.

To be honest, the vast majority of people here are qualified to be on an equal footing with him, and there are even a few guys who don't show up much more than him.

Judging the situation is also a necessary quality of a strong person.

Roger nodded slightly, it seemed that the last disguise was very successful, and everyone had higher guesses about his strength.

But he also knows that he will accept it when he sees it, so as not to inadvertently reveal any fatal flaws.

"Ahem."

The paladin eased the atmosphere, "In that case, let's officially start the meeting, and we can talk to each other about some things that have happened in the recent period." ”

"The activities of the dark are becoming more and more frequent, does anyone know what's going on? Something like this hasn't happened for a long time. ”

"It's a bit of an anomaly, it doesn't look like a sign of a massive Cursed Lands invading reality."

Said a man with a mask like a hedgehog on his head, his face covered in dense nails.

These things come in a variety of colors and sizes, forming a mask-like thing on his face, which looks quite oozing.

"It's a lot more complicated than that."

"I heard some news, and according to rumors, it should be the Kuroshio Current!"

The black soul said slowly.

"The Kuroshio is coming."

Someone let out a weird laugh, "No matter how you look at it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, who knows how long this time will last?" ”

"Even if it's only 10 or 20 years, it's enough for us to do a lot of things."

"It won't be that long, those guys don't allow it, if necessary, they will shoot at any time, without counting those hidden forces, the existing combat power of the Privy Council alone is enough to deal with the Kuroshio of an average size."

The Black Soul sneered.

"At the end of the day, we still have to put our tails between our legs and be human."

"If I could enter the fifth order ......"

The black soul sighed and said no more.

"Has anyone fought that battle a hundred years ago?"

"It is said that that the battle destroyed all the remaining fragments of the Shadow World, which is a pity, if we can get one of them, it will be of great help to our strength."

Nail Head said.

"I came 50 years ago." The Black Soul shook his head.

"I'm 30 years."

"I'm 15 years."

Everyone chattered, and Roger noticed that Arrahand had made some changes when the time was revealed.

The paladin's tentative gaze fell on Roger, who shrugged unconcernedly, "Don't look at me, my knowledge of this world is still very limited. ”

"I've been here for less than a year."

"A year?" The voice of the nail head was full of surprise, it only took less than a year to raise to this level, that represented the terrifying strength of this Mr. Mist's soul!

An impulse suddenly welled up in his heart, he wanted to ask about the other party's actual combat strength, but he thought of the result of the last guy who offended Mr. Mist.

He swallowed the words that rushed to his lips anyway.

"By the way, there's one thing I'd like to get your help with." Feeling that the heat was almost over, Roger suddenly spoke.

He stood up and left his seat, losing Roger's sight, and it wasn't long before Roger reappeared with a lantern in his hand.

"Smack!"

He placed the lantern in his hand on the table, and the action was like throwing a piece of garbage, and the flame in the lantern danced and burned quietly.

Everyone looked at the lantern on the table, and their faces changed suddenly.

"Pale blood, pale blood!"

Someone shouted.

"What?"

"Can the pale blood in the body of a fourth-order bloodline person actually be extracted?"

"How is this done?"

Soon everyone realized another problem, as the source of energy in the body of a fourth-order transcendent, no matter how much it cost to pay for this kind of thing, no one would be willing to exchange it.

If you want to get pure pale blood, there is only one way.

That is to kill a fourth-order and extract it directly from his corpse!

Could it be that this Mr. Mist has the strength to kill the Fourth Order, and then to what extent will his combat power reach?

4th Rank Higher, or higher...... Fifth order?

No.

If it is the 5th order, when such a person appears in the real world, it will definitely cause an anomaly.

He himself is the equivalent of a living cursed land.

Everyone looked at the white mist tumbling out of the window behind Roger.

Could it be that this is the reason why Mr. Mist has always been reluctant to show his face and hide the fluctuations in his body's aura?

Just when everyone was surprised, Arrahand, who was sitting on the side, could hardly suppress the excitement of his body, the lantern was made by him, he was so familiar.

That's right, the lantern was the pale part of his blood that had been lost.

Isn't this thing in the hands of that thief, how can it be......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but blurt out.

"How did you get this thing?"

There was silence all around, and the crowd looked at Arrahand in amazement.

Roger tapped a finger lightly on the table, and he looked up nonchalantly and glanced at Arrahand.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

The voice is calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

(End of chapter)