Failed again. ”

At the top of the cliff, the atmosphere in the palace almost froze, and it was only after a long hour that Tristrimi broke the silence.

"I've said a long time ago that we don't need to startle the snake, we need to be more prepared."

There was anger hidden in Guzmán's voice, and he paced back and forth, his footsteps getting heavier and heavier, and it was clear that this time it was no longer his phantom, but his real essence.

"If you hadn't rushed to wake up others with the bell, how could we have become so passive!"

He said with some grumbling.

"You're blaming me for revealing this information." Tristrimi sneered, "It doesn't matter what those guys down there think, they also want a longer life, it's a normal desire." ”

"But no matter what we do, we can't escape our grasp."

"Don't think I don't know, what you've done."

"But you have to admit that this is our chance." Guzmán retorted.

"It's your chance, I guess it's your chance." Tristrimi snorted.

"Don't engage in such pointless quarrels, for now because of your impulsiveness, the whole thing is known to everyone, even Lord Heinlis."

"He can't get out right now because of something more important, but I think it won't be long before he'll be here and find that guy's body and end it all."

"What's more, those hungry wolves from other soul realms, how could they let go of this kind of opportunity?"

"If we can't control that Roger's soul in the shortest possible time, when everyone arrives, how many chances do we have to enjoy the fruits of victory?"

Guzmán clenched his fists, the expression on his face tangled, as if he was making some kind of trade-off.

"Hasn't this defeat made you sober up a bit?" Tristrimi folded her wizened fingers, as if in some preparation.

"That Roger is beyond imagination, and there are only two ways to defeat him in a short period of time."

"The first is to set a trap and pull his soul into the soul realm, and the second is to use crowd tactics to drown him regardless of the casualty ratio."

"Although we can't leave the soul realm, we can still let some power descend through some means, and if these forces are strong enough and enough, we can suppress him even in the real world."

Hearing Tristrimi's words, Guzmán's eyes lit up, "Are you trying to borrow the power of those greedy people?" ”

"Isn't that possible?" Tristrimi asked rhetorically.

"Since you can't go to that place in a short time, then mastering his soul gives you a chance to get his body."

"We have conducted many experiments on this issue, and we are still certain in our certainty."

Soon, the open palace fell silent again, and the two of them did not know what to think, until a wandering figure appeared.

"Yummit!"

Guzman said in a deep voice.

"Now is not the time for you to be willful, you should be more eager than all of us to regain your body, the opportunity is right in front of you, if you can't grasp the ......"

"Alright, alright."

Yumit wiped the wine stains from the corners of her mouth and waved impatiently at Guzmán as she thanked Tristrymi.

"Thank you for the wine, it made my long life seem less difficult."

"You're pampering him!" Guzmán snorted coldly.

"We agreed to act together, but when it came to the critical moment, we couldn't find his figure."

Listening to Guzmán's questioning, Tristrymi smiled, "But at least that will prevent him from causing trouble for us." ”

As if thinking of something, Guzmán stopped talking, just hugged his shoulders and frowned in thought.

Soon there was the sound of Yumet's unbridled laughter in the empty hall, and he drank and danced to himself, moving from one side to the other, muttering something in his mouth.

"You have a lot of point, but either plan requires knowing the whereabouts of that Roger, can you guarantee that?"

After a moment, Guzmán suddenly spoke.

"Have you forgotten my title?"

Tristrimi smiled but didn't give an affirmative answer, but Guzmán apparently ignored the point and nodded.

"The ritual of soul transfer can only be performed once, next time he will become extremely alert, we have to act as soon as possible, you can determine his position and gather the power in his hands."

"You can influence the trajectory of his fate and guide that Roger to the designated place, and then we can launch the ceremony and directly pull his soul into the soul realm."

Guzman proposed.

Tristrimi's eyes drooped slightly, and she changed to other transcendentals, even if it was of the same level, Tristremi had a way to influence part of the opponent's movement trajectory through the power of fate.

But that Roger ......

The weakening of power is only one aspect, and more importantly, the energy of the same origin makes her influence plummet.

And this must not be known to Guzmán and others.

"I'll figure it out."

"But I don't think the odds of success like this are very high, at the moment, using only one or two soul martial arts is not that guy's opponent at all."

"Even if we are prepared and successfully lead it into the trap, there is no guarantee that the ritual will succeed."

At this, a hint of pain flashed across Guzmán's face, and the attack ended in failure, and his spear was nowhere to be found.

For him, the loss was not just a weapon, but a part of the upper limit of power.

"Don't worry, even if the weapon falls into his hands, it won't do anything, and when we control him, you'll regain the lost power."

Tristrimi casually comforted her, and the two continued to discuss the details of their next plan, while Yumet, who was wandering around the palace on the other side, still looked like a wanderer.

However, no one seems to know that Yumit was not only involved in the previous attacks, but even had direct contact with Roger.

It was obvious that it was not Yumet's essence that appeared there at that time, but even so, being able to do so was enough to amaze the other immortals.

The three immortals face a common enemy, but each seems to have a different purpose.

But what they didn't know was that although the body and soul were separated, the current Roger was much stronger than they thought.

Their only chance is to gather other immortals, use double-digit or more soul martial arts, and prolong the battle through crazy crowd tactics.

That's what Tristrymi wants, but it's not Guzmán's goal, and as for Yumet, no one knows what he's thinking.

…………

The wheels of the carriage left two marks on the mountain road.

After sending Tiffany and Ilde away, Kenneth finally didn't have to endure the embarrassment of not being there all the time.

Separately. He ignored. Tiffany's resentful eyes, although the previous experience made the two understand each other's thoughts and establish a certain relationship, but now is not the time for children to grow up.

Roger originally had the mentality of giving it a try and wanted to get in touch with the transcendents from other worlds, but he never thought that he would get some unexpected news from Kenneth.

According to him, there are not a few worlds like this, in addition to the Supreme Dragon Court, which represents the power of the bloodline, there is another transcendent force that is based on soul power and is not weaker than the Supreme Dragon Court.

Although the overall influence is not as good as that of the Supreme Dragon Court, through the interconnection between different soul realms, these transcendents with powerful soul power can cross the world barrier and travel through the soul realm at a very small cost.

Their power comes from the soul and can gather great power in a short period of time, so even in the face of the Supreme Dragon Court, they will not fall below.

There are also special areas that will suppress the power of the bloodline.

"It's strange that there is no way to trace the history of this huge force back to the past, it seems to have appeared out of thin air and accumulated huge power in a short period of time."

"Almost no one has ever seen the true face of the founder of this vast organization, and people are just used to calling him the Lord of the Mist."

"Although they are known as the Lord of the Mist, the symbol of this huge power is the corresponding sun, and perhaps their original intention is to keep the fog away and embrace the light."

In the carriage, Kenneth tells Roger some basic information he knows, and casually draws a mark belonging to the Lord of the Mist.

Kenneth was originally just bored, and Roger didn't care much about the so-called sigil, but after a casual glance, his expression instantly froze.

It was a simple sun symbol, and after a certain degree of abstraction, the whole was not complicated, and there was no occult power.

But this symbol turned out to be the same as a certain immensely powerful empire in Roger's memory.

Nilfgaard.

He couldn't be mistaken, the empire that swept through the wizarding world in all directions.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Holding back the surprise in his heart, Roger slowly lowered his head.

If this is not a coincidence.

So this so-called Lord of the Mist......

Could he have come from that place as well?

Who is he? What is his purpose?

At this moment, Roger's mood was confused, and Kenneth said a lot more, but he didn't listen to a word.

In the other carriage, Chloe, who set off again, looked worried, and she frequently opened the window and looked at the carriage leading the way in front of her.

"When did Roger meet someone of such honorable status?"

"Looking at the dress and temperament, the man who called himself Kenneth must have come from an ancient family, it is by no means pretending, without a certain family history accumulation, there is no way to cultivate such an outstanding aristocratic temperament."

"There are only a handful of such nobles in the entire continent."

"Isn't that something to be happy about?"

Emily spoke suddenly.

Because of the change in identity, she has lost a lot of her previous awe of Chloe, and although each other's class still exists, at least they can communicate normally.

"You don't understand." Chloe shook her head.

"The nobility pays attention to the inheritance of bloodline, and also values the reputation of a family, and our family is in decline, and there is little presence in the provinces within the kingdom, and it is even more insignificant in the whole world."

"And that Kenneth, his family must be extremely powerful, the heir of such a powerful family, even if he has no inheritance rights, his status is not comparable to us."

"But looking at his previous attitude, he doesn't seem to be an ordinary friend to Roger, and he always feels a little inexplicable......"

After thinking for a moment, Chloe spat out a word, "Please." ”

"Think about it, a big nobleman who inherits an ancient family, in the face of a declining little nobleman with low strength, does not be arrogant but humble everywhere."

"What do you say his purpose is?"

"What does he want from Roger?"

As she spoke, Chloe couldn't help but show a hint of horror on her face.

"Could it be that his real purpose ......?"

Emily also read Chloe's eyes, and couldn't help but shudder, similar rumors she had heard among many noble maids.

But just because you've heard it doesn't mean it's acceptable.

What's more, the reborn Young Master Roger...... He was so handsome, so powerful, so charismatic.

But if ...... If he would...... Emily shook her head in horror at the thought of some horrific images, and Chloe's face turned very ugly.

"No, I have to find an opportunity to tell Roger, even for the sake of the rise of the family, I can't sacrifice his body and dignity!"

Roger, who didn't know that he had been labeled by his cheap sister, had calmed down the surprise in his heart at this time.

He thought about it, and the only flaw in this issue was the Gwent card.

It was a special sign for different decks, including the sigil of the sun that belonged to Nilfgaard, and the castle he called home.

Kyle Mohan.

If the Lord of the Mists really came from the wizarding world, he had most likely heard the name.

A powerful organization that can stand up to the Supreme Dragon Court, how powerful is their leader?

Sixth-order, seventh-order?

So is this guy friend or foe?

Is he the only one, or is he one of them?

So many doubts came over him, so much so that although Roger barely regained his composure, he became a little less interested in the rest of the conversation.

Because of Roger's previous strength, Kenneth did not dare to ask too in-depth questions, and the carriage quickly calmed down.

Just when Roger thought they were going north to the Frost Forest, the carriage turned a corner in front of the forest, passed through a narrow valley, and then changed direction into a sea of trees.

Although it did not reach the north, the temperature in the vicinity actually plummeted, but when it entered the depths of the jungle, the temperature increased significantly.

The trees along the road are so lush that it even makes one wonder that autumn is over.

By the time the trail had become completely unfit for carriage travel, Kenneth had only opened his mouth to let out a few short roars, and many ferocious beasts appeared in the woods.

Along the way, Chloe obviously wanted to talk to Roger several times, but she couldn't do so for various reasons, she looked carefully, noticed that her brother's brows were slightly furrowed, and her heart couldn't help but rise.

Soon a voice interrupted Roger's thoughts.

"We're here."

"This is the last hiding place."

As the sun sets, half of the mountain gradually changes shape in the sunlight.

It is a castle that blends in with the mountain peaks.

No, maybe it's not a castle.

It's a dragon corpse.

Roger frowned, "You didn't tell me your uncle was dead. ”

(End of chapter)