Originally, Roger had planned to choose the Shadow Gate Fragment in the hands of the Dark Soul.

The silver manuscript in the paladin's hand is indeed very valuable, and perhaps it is necessary for the real Mr. Mist.

But Roger wasn't a fog after all.

The Hunter's Hut is in a shadow world, and if he gets his hands on the fragment of the Shadow Gate, the two are combined, and Roger has a good chance of using the shadow world around the hut as a springboard to explore a wider area.

But in an instant, another question came to his mind.

The abandoned door of shadows in the Lieta family estate may not be a secret, and it is likely that this casual choice will reveal some information about himself.

If that's the case. Roger would rather settle for less.

At least the silver manuscript can be handed over to the Hunter's Hut.

But now that he thinks about it, it all seems to be a conspiracy.

The paladin pulled out the silver manuscript, which contained a whole small world.

If it was the fog, he would have chosen the Silver Manuscript, which made for a seemingly random trade meeting that was predestined before it even began.

Roger carefully combed through what he had done, figuring out where there might be flaws, but he repeated it several times. The conclusion he came up with was only a rough guess.

Arrahand's inaction in no way meant that he had given up on the Pale Blood, but more likely that he had found other ways to obtain the Pale Blood.

The mysterious fog may be difficult to find, but if it were someone else, the result would not be certain.

If we speculate along this line, then Arahand's choice is the best choice.

First of all, he doesn't need to find enough treasures to impress Roger, and secondly, he doesn't need to face the mysterious Mister Mist to trade.

All he had to do was lie dormant and wait for the deal to be completed, then bare his fangs and deliver the fatal blow.

Compared to the mysterious mist, the other members are obviously much easier to deal with.

"Now that he's locked the Paladin, he's ...... on the day of the trade."

An idea popped up in Roger's mind, he had a hunch that on the day of the trade, Arrahand would definitely appear!

After figuring out this layer, Roger suddenly became much more at ease.

A strong enemy is not terrible, but an unknown enemy is terrible.

Unbeknownst to Roger, somewhere far away, Arrahand, who had finished the ceremony, fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Mist, you may be really strong, but even if I can't kill you, I'll get you in some trouble."

A hint of flesh pain flashed across his face.

Others didn't have much of an impression of the pale blood in the lantern.

But it came from his own body, and though it was only a quick glance, Arrahan could still tell it.

The pale blood in the lantern shrank a little.

It is self-evident where the contents go.

"These greedy guys want to have my pale blood, and I'll make you pay!"

Without having to do it himself, Arrahand came up with a brilliant way to pay the price if all went well, everyone, including the mysterious fog.

…………

Night.

There was a jumble of footsteps in the dark alley, and the moonlight shone on the face of the figure in the alley.

"I'm hiding so secretly, how can anyone find me?"

"There isn't even a single supernatural creature in this town, how could it be, how could the people of the Order investigate here?"

"Bang Bang!"

He ran wildly, the soles of his shoes hitting the ground with a crunching sound, and it was heard far and wide in the darkness.

But as he ran, the man found something abnormal, and this familiar alley seemed to have no end, and when he looked back, a figure flashed around the corner.

"You can't escape."

"Ever heard of the Endless Corridor?"

"Even if you run until dawn, you won't be able to get out of this alley."

The figure stepped out of the darkness, a young man with a slightly round face, his eyes were small, and his smile narrowed into a slit, but at this time it was not conjured with kindness and kindness.

There was a fierce murderous intent in his eyes.

"It's a pity you can't wait for dawn."

"You otherworldly souls are like moths, it's disgusting!"

"Haha!"

Knowing that he couldn't leave, the man fortunately stopped running away, and he laughed wildly, his expression full of madness.

"You think I'm disgusting?"

"So-called Knights of the Round Table, how different is the inheritance ritual you perform from what we do?"

The man looked at the slightly chubby young man opposite, "Pat your chest and say, are you using your own body?" ”

The young man shook his head.

"It's different."

"We're here for stability, and you're just here to survive."

As soon as the words fell, the young man flashed in front of the man opposite, his fist was as colored as steel, and the air exploded and smashed it with a punch!

The battle began abruptly and ended quickly.

Soon a voice came from the end of the passage, and the seemingly endless alley had returned to normal at some point.

"How's Bowes, how are you doing?"

"That moth caught ......"

The round-faced young man known as Bowes turned his head, his peaceful face stained with blood.

"I'm sorry, he reacted so violently that I couldn't stop for a while."

"Forget it."

"It's just a pest."

"Clean up, let's go back quickly, Mr. Lancelot has other assignments for us."

"It's strange to say, these pests are very careful, they can't kill them like rats in the sewers, but this time, I don't know where Mr. Lancelot got the information to accurately determine the area where so many people are active."

"It's the easiest rat hunt I've ever experienced."

"It won't be long before we will kill all the pests in Europe."

The round-faced young man Bose didn't squeak, just indifferently wiped the blood stains off his hands.

"Where's next?"

He clenched his fists and said.

At the same time, Lancelot, who was far away in the fog capital, dialed the phone in his hand, "The information you provided is very accurate, which makes me have to suspect that you belong to one of them. ”

"What's next, what's next?"

Lancelot asked.

As the Knights of the Round Table with the highest combat effectiveness of the Inheritance Knights, his main task on weekdays is to clean up the so-called pests lurking among ordinary people.

Those visitors from the other world.

But there has never been such a bumper harvest in recent days.

Therefore, he received a lot of praise from Green, although he did not say it explicitly, but in his words, he revealed certain information about letting Lancelot take over as the next head of the regiment.

That's why Lancelot ignores some of the pitfalls that may exist.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

But he didn't let his guard down because of this, and he still maintained his wariness of this information provider.

"If you're just going to use us against certain people, you'd better keep it clean and don't let me get you by the way." Lancelot warned.

"Hey, hey."

A sneer came from the other side.

"You're doing a good job, so I'm bothering you to release you a big fish."

"Wait for my news." After saying that, the other side hung up the phone.

Not long after, the technician who was tracking the phone message came up to Lancelot, "I'm sorry sir, the caller has been found." ”

"It's just that the man died three days ago."