Barron.

As the capital of Faku, it is one of the most cosmopolitan cities in Europe, just like the fog capital.

France is famous for its romance, attracting passionate men and women from all over the world, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre-Dame Cathedral, and most famously, the Eiffel Tower, which stands in the heart of the city.

Roger already knew the tower and its surroundings, and he was wearing the mask that Claudia had given him, and his appearance, body and temperament were very different from before.

The clothes on his body are not much different from the men and women who come to travel.

Roger had originally planned to set the time for early morning, when the sun was shining and there were not too many pedestrians, but after thinking about it, the paladin changed the time to noon.

That's when the day is at its most touristy.

He may have done so out of his own safety.

In fact, there have been extraordinary incidents near these famous scenic spots, but every one of these people who braved the world's condemnation to make shocking deeds died miserably.

Regardless of strength.

This made Roger feel the power of the Privy Council from another aspect.

They may have more important things to do, but that doesn't mean they don't have the ability to make amends and punish those who did the wrong things after they have happened.

I looked at my watch, the hands coincided, and the time came to noon.

"Mr. Mist kept you waiting."

A voice rang out abruptly.

Roger looked back in surprise, and there was a tall man beside him.

He looks ordinary, wears casual clothes that can be found everywhere, and carries a black briefcase in his hand.

"Your disguise is really thorough."

The tall man, the paladin, spoke.

"You're not bad either." Roger glanced at the paladin a few times, and to tell the truth, with his eyesight at this time, he couldn't tell the true strength of the paladin.

It's quirky.

The breath seems to be fluctuating all the time.

"So...... Trading starts? ”

"Is it right here?"

The paladin asked.

"Where's your stuff?" Roger's gaze fell on the briefcase in the paladin's hand.

"I've prepared a Barron travel guide with one page of content that I think you'll love."

The paladin unzipped it and took out a children's book from it, opening one of the pages and showing it to Roger.

In the pages is a verdant island surrounded by crystal clear waters. There are seabirds hovering in the sky as the waves crash.

"Where's your stuff?" The paladin's hands clenched the pages tightly.

"Here."

Roger said unhurriedly, unzipping his jacket and digging into the pocket of the lining, and then pulled out a lantern from the paladin's stunned gaze!

It felt weird.

It's as if someone has pulled out a one-meter-long stick from your trouser pocket right under your nose!

"This ...... What's going on? ”

The paladin's eyes widened.

To know. The larger the land area of the Cursed Lands, the more comprehensive the rules, the more stable its internal space will be, and some cursed items will also form a small internal space for special reasons.

However, the structure of this space can easily be changed by the surrounding environment, resulting in the loss or destruction of the items stored in it.

So like the Qiankun bag and storage ring in Xiuxian, Roger has not seen it in this world.

As for the Paladin, he did have a silver manuscript in his hand, and it contained a small world that opened and closed with great noise.

If you want to be the target of public criticism, please give it a try.

That's why he was so shocked by Roger's act of taking a lantern out of his pocket.

In fact, Roger simply connected to the Shadow Hut from the shadows between his clothes, and then took out the lantern from the storage box to store the Pale Blood.

Almost instantly, the paladin shattered the lantern and sucked the pale blood into his body, while Roger took the book from his hand.

"All the best."

The paladin stepped back cautiously.

"I'm going to leave now."

"Me too."

The two looked at each other, smiled at each other, took a few steps back, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

At the same time, on a building near the tower, a woman with a dull expression put down the binoculars in her hand, she picked up the phone and said to the other side:

"You'd better get around the tower."

"This time the target was a young man who was wearing a gray jacket with an ordinary appearance and a plaid shirt and jeans underneath."

"Oh, he's standing at the base of the tower now......"

"You'd better hurry."

The woman's expression was dull, like a marionette.

As she spoke, a young man in the crowd removed his hood and fixed his eyes firmly on a tall man carrying a briefcase.

"I feel it!"

"The ...... beating in his body"

"That belongs to my blood!"

Trying to suppress the excitement on his face, "Paladin, let's be happy for a while, you can't escape!" ”

"Hey, hey."

"As for that so-called Mr. Mist, you'd better not come and trade in person, or Lancelot's people will definitely cause you some trouble."

"Let's fight, it's better to have more people die, if even Lancelot is dead...... Tsk, then the whole of Europe will be lively. ”

At this time, Roger, who was walking briskly, also noticed an abnormality.

He pretended to enjoy the view, but everything around him was already in full view, and he was disguised as a mask, and no one noticed even if he turned on the hunter's vision.

"The Transcendent?"

"Is it the paladin's men or the ambush of Arrahand?" Roger's muscles tensed.

He gathered his spirit, feeling the distance between the pale mass of blood and himself.

For today's transaction, he had already prepared for it, although the paladin took the pale blood, unless he immediately devoured and absorbed it, it would definitely be sensed by Roger.

Several people in the distance formed a triangle to gradually surround themselves, and Roger blended into the crowd, slowly clenching his fists.

His vigilance also aroused the vigilance of others, and the eyes of several people collided in the air, and the pedestrians around them seemed to disappear, leaving only each other in their eyes.

It seems like a battle could break out at any moment!

Somewhere on the upper floors of the tower, Lancelot's silver hair fluttered in the air, and he looked down at what was happening beneath his feet.

Sentient beings are prostrate under their feet, and everything seems to be under control.

"Idiot, do you think you can control everything by hiding behind the scenes?" Lancelot sneered.

"As long as there is a purpose, it will be exposed."

"Did Bowes keep up with the other guy?" Lancelot asked.

Someone nodded, "He's ready, ready to attack at any moment!" ”

"Let Bowes catch the guy who left, and the next three deal with that so-called big fish."

"And be prepared that when we attack, the guy who is hiding behind the scenes will definitely jump out."

"Find him, and then pull them all into our world!"

"The world under the Barron's Tower!"