The night of the full moon.

Carrying a black suitcase, Roger drove to the villa in the center of Bordeaux.

"Welcome, my friend."

Seeing Roger's dyed silver hair, Dickinson was slightly stunned.

"To be honest, your current hair color matches you perfectly."

"Come with me, the ceremony is about to begin."

Dickinson looked much taller than usual, his gray suit bulging, and he didn't look as cold as before, but a little more savagely aggressive.

"After the ceremony starts in a moment, we need to be called by the code name."

Walk into an empty room.

There was no decoration in the room, just a wood-colored table and two ordinary chairs.

A circle had already been drawn on the table in advance.

Dickinson pulls out a strange mask painted with countless swirling threads, each thread of the mask as if to follow the lines into the wearer's face.

Large and small threads come together to make people uncomfortable.

"You can call me the Soul Eater."

"Give yourself a name."

"Smack."

Roger opened the black suitcase and pulled out a chic wolf-head mask.

"White wolf."

Dickinson looked at the mask twice, and a thought flashed in his eyes, in fact, for them, many times it was more than just a codename.

"A fitting name."

Roger didn't speak, but put the wolf's head mask on his face, and he concentrated, the recesses of the mask revealing a pair of yellow vertical pupils.

His aura at this time was very peculiar, restrained with a little ferocity, like a wolf with reason.

With the yellow vertical pupils, the entire wolf head seems to have life.

"This is the preparation material for the communication ceremony and the method of drawing the circle."

"There is also a small trick to conceal abnormal soul fluctuations above, your spiritual power seems to be very strong, and you should be able to master it soon."

Roger opened the booklet in his hand and flipped through it from beginning to end.

Roger wasn't worried about what Dickinson gave him, if it was really safe and effective, then through his flipping, the corresponding books would naturally be generated in the hunter's hut.

It is even possible to make targeted improvements.

"It's almost time, let's get started."

Dickinson came to the table and lit the candles erected in the seven corners of the circle in turn, the white candles lit orange flames and crackled softly.

"The candle is made with ghoul's oil and blue mist flower stems, and it will help us in the right direction."

He picked up a packet of white powder and gently sprinkled it in the air, waving his hands in the air, chanting a spell in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the white powder spread evenly on the circle drawn on the table as if it had life.

The candle burned, and the white liquid that flowed down it mixed with the sunken circle and powder.

At this time, Dickinson's incantation also came to an end, and Roger felt a powerful aura emanating from Dickinson's body.

He frowned, Dickinson's strength was still above his imagination.

Laugh at!

The light of the candle seemed to be absorbed by the magic circle, and then the air in front of him seemed to be covered with a light veil, and several looming figures gradually appeared.

The air rippled like water waves, and the traces gradually expanded, as they extended to both sides, as if they touched other spaces.

Roger and Dickinson sat side by side, and he saw strange figures appear on his left and right.

After a minute, the scene in front of me stabilized, and several different "windows" were spliced together to form an eerie conference room.

He could see the decorations of the nobles of the court, the faceless women with silver-white masks, and the darkness of the cellar.

There was even bright sunlight and waves outside the window.

It's a wonderful feeling, and I have to compare it to Roger having a group chat video on the Internet at the same time.

And it's different people from all over the world.

It's just that the images between each other are spliced together, which makes the so-called rally look a little weird.

"Soul Eater, long time no see."

The woman with the silver-white mask spoke, her voice crisp, ringing in her ears and reflected in her heart.

She glanced at Roger, "This is the newcomer you mentioned to us?"

Roger's gaze froze slightly.

Dickinson had told him that the so-called assembly would only take place at the time of the full moon, and that the time from the time he promised Dickinson to the present was simply not enough time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dickinson, but the latter was wearing a mask on his face, and Roger couldn't guess what was going on in his mind.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much?"

Roger didn't squeak, but secretly took notes.

"Yes, a new friend."

Dickinson nodded.

"You can call him the White Wolf."

"I love the name, and your hair."

The woman glanced at Roger, but did not introduce her plans.

Dickinson looked around, "Where's the big bat?"

"You mean Duke?"

An indifferent voice came, "There's a riot in a small town in Faku, and if I'm not mistaken, that guy should have caused it." ”

"But he was unlucky and ran into the Royal Knights."

"Dead."

"Wow......" someone laughed.

"It's so clear, it's like you're there."

"Of course."

The indifferent voice sounded again, and the person who spoke was covered in black robes, revealing only a mask carved from bluestone.

It seems that in addition to the method mentioned by Dickinson, there are other materials that can also resist the prying eyes of others.

"There I was, watching Duke be killed by the Knights."

"And then?"

"And then I killed them." The black-robed man replied indifferently, and then coughed lightly, it was clear that he had not won easily.

"I need some of the demon's spinal fluid."

He spoke.

"If someone is willing to provide it, I can give him a gadget."

A pair of withered hands appeared under the black robe, holding a pitch-black feather arrow in his hand.

"You're so generous."

Roger sat quietly in his chair, listening to the communication between the crowd without saying a word, and sometimes the little information that was inadvertently revealed would make Roger's face change slightly.

These guys showed strength stronger than him, much, much stronger, according to Roger's guess, the weakest of them had at least the strength of the full moon peak.

Roger leaned sideways slightly, glancing at Dickinson beside him.

Dickinson is considered a strong man in the Bordeaux region, and judging from the momentum he just showed, he should be close to the peak of the crescent.

But......

This kind of strength is much, much worse than these people in front of him.

The path of the transcendent world is getting more and more difficult as it goes, and the gap between one level is likely to be heaven and earth.

"What qualifies him to be on an equal footing with these people?"

Or ...... Dickinson does not represent himself, but someone behind him. ”

"For example...... Arahan?"

His pupils shrank, and Roger felt as if he had captured something.

Just then, a voice came to mind.

"Young man, what are you thinking?"

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