Dickinson glanced at Roger and noticed that Roger was not carrying any weapons, and the smile on his face grew brighter.

"Thank you for your trust, my friend."

"Come with me."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked in.

A lavishly decorated hall came into view, with a carpet just the right thickness underfoot, and the walls were covered with famous paintings from all over the world, and Dickinson introduced Roger as he walked.

"This is the Norman Duke's favorite tea set more than 200 years ago, and this painting, the masterpiece of Faku's surrealist master......"

His footsteps paused slightly, and his gaze swept over Roger's face.

"We are transcendental, but the wealth in reality is also very meaningful to us, and when the transformation is completed, everything here is yours."

Dickinson led Roger to the study on the second floor, which was filled with a large number of books, and came to the cherry wood desk, where Dickinson picked up a stack of papers and handed them to Roger.

"Let's sign it."

"Sign this document, and the manor and the property therein will belong to you."

Click!

Dickinson pressed a button on the table, and the bookshelves on the wall behind him pushed open to both sides, revealing a storage room covering an area of hundreds of square meters.

A variety of precious and extraordinary materials and herbs are placed in it.

"It's all yours, too."

Roger's calm breathing couldn't help but become a little shorter, and he was looking forward to it at this time, "Don't have anything to do with it......"

So many things are enough for Roger to cultivate for a long time.

Dickinson flipped the switch again, and the bookshelf closed, "Alright, let's start the ceremony." ”

He led Roger out of the study and continued upwards to a room on the third floor.

The room was very empty, with a huge chandelier hanging from the top.

In the middle of the room was a complex circle, and in the center of the circle, a young man knelt with his eyes closed.

Click!

An iron fence suddenly fell from the window and doorway of the room, blocking all exits.

"Don't worry, it's just to avoid some unnecessary distractions." Dickinson explained with a smile.

Roger didn't speak, just looked at the circle in front of him and the man on the circle, and after entering the room, he became very vigilant.

He now desperately hopes that the Dickinson in front of him has nothing to do with Arrahand, so that he can help Dickinson complete his transformation and obtain a huge fortune.

Wealth touches people's hearts, and no one is exempt from vulgarity.

"What do you need me to do?"

Roger asked.

"In the process of transformation, the original owner consciousness of this body will have a violent conflict with me, and the extent and duration of the conflict will bring irreversible damage to this body."

Dickinson explained.

"Every time we change our bodies, we need to start cultivating again, and the qualities and qualifications of different bodies will affect our promotion speed."

"So generally speaking, when choosing to transform the body, we will choose those young people who are talented and have a certain strength."

"Such people also have a stronger instinct to resist."

Dickinson glanced at Roger.

"So I need your help to link our consciousness and spirit together through special methods."

"With the strength of the two of us, we can suppress the instinctive resistance of this body in the shortest possible time, so as to avoid damage."

"Psychic connection?"

Roger frowned.

"Does it have to be this way?"

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Roger refused.

A model of a hunter's hut existed in his mental consciousness, and he couldn't afford to risk that for whatever reason.

"What are you worried about?" Dickinson stepped forward.

"Worried I'm going to hurt you?"

He sneered.

"You're just an ordinary demon hunter who has just entered the transcendental, with limited strength and wealth, and I'm ......"

With a low roar, Dickinson burst out of his physical momentum, he took a step forward again, and the whole person violently raised the centimeter, and the originally thin body became burly.

"The body I use now awakened the bloodline when I entered the transcendental, and although the qualifications are ordinary, it is still much stronger than a demon hunter like you."

Dickinson looked dismissive.

"There is no need to refute, your bloodline does not fluctuate in any way, and you are just the most ordinary demon hunter."

"What qualifications do you have to refuse me?!" Dickinson asked.

"I'm sorry!" Roger looked determined.

He took a few steps back, "I think I should leave." ”

The expression on Dickinson's face became more and more dangerous, and the momentum on his body continued to rise, and Roger slowly tensed the muscles on his body, but just when he thought Dickinson was about to make a move.

The momentum on the other side suddenly retreated, and a smile appeared on Dickinson's face, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive, I should respect your choice." ”

"I will return the materials I lent me before, and I will return them to you as soon as possible."

"Double."

Roger said.

"No, no."

Dickinson grinned, the corners of his mouth almost pulled to his ears.

"A little insignificant material, you don't have to pay it back, compared to those ......"

"I want you more!"

Before the words fell, the figure who was kneeling on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and he bounced off the ground suddenly.

Roger had long been paying attention to the other party's movements, but before he could react, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him.

"Someone else in the back?!"

Roger was startled, dodging and sweeping behind him.

Laugh at!

The powerful impact hit Roger's ribs from the other direction, and as his body was knocked out, Roger saw a little ripple in the air.

A vague figure flashed from it.

"Invisible?"

After landing on the ground, Roger did not immediately attack, but rushed to the window as fast as he could.

"Dear Roger, where are you going?"

Dickinson's voice came.

"The so-called ritual shouldn't be just a spiritual connection, right?" Roger sneered.

"Of course not!" Dickinson chuckled.

"It would be nice if you would obediently promise me, but now that you don't want to, then we'll have to do it ourselves."

In this closed room, Dickinson didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Be careful when you start, I want to live!"

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and Roger's gaze quickly swept across the room, but he saw no one in the room except for the figure whose body was distorted and rushed towards him.

Seeing the calm Dickinson, Roger laughed, "It's a pity, you've been fooled." ”

"The Hunters' Guild has known about the matter between you and Arrahan for a long time!"

As soon as the words fell, Dickinson's face changed suddenly, and Roger was sure in his heart, and he was sure of this, and many things would be much easier to do next.

That Arahand's strength was terrifying, and he had to get some evidence before he could get Mr. Sean's help.

At this moment, the deformed monster had also come to Roger, and Roger's right hand pierced out like a poisonous snake and punched the monster's throat bone.

There was a crunch click, and Roger pinched the monster's neck as a transparent figure flashed from behind Roger.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Roger stretched out his left hand without looking back, and the magic seal in his mind shone brightly.

Orange flames erupted.

The light of the fire illuminated the room like sunlight, and the figure in the attacking stance was completely exposed to the flames.

"The angle is just right."

"Boom!"