Roger looked around, counting the one Dickinson had led, and this was the fourth time he had participated in the Alien Meeting.

This time there were the largest number of people.

"The fact is that not all of us attend meetings on a regular basis, only a few of us are the most active."

The hoarse voice of the black soul rang out.

"It seems that everyone is moved by the pale blood in Mr. Mist's hands."

As he spoke, he glanced quickly at a figure sitting not far away, an ordinary-looking man.

He had a conflict with Roger, and then he was killed, and many people suspected that the mysterious Mister Mist had done something in the dark.

"Looks like everyone can't wait."

As Roger spoke, his eyes were fixed on Arrahand not far away.

Arrahand was wearing a mask, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but he lay his hands crossed on the table, breathing steadily, not at all as anxious as last time.

"This guy is a little too calm."

Roger thought to himself, and continued: "If there is nothing else, then let's go straight to the beginning. ”

He plays the powerful Mr. Mist, and his self-contained identity naturally does not care about other irrelevant people, and the less communication the better.

"Okay."

Everyone said in unison.

"So who's going to start first?"

Roger asked.

"Please wait a minute."

A man in a human skin mask spoke, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Mist, after all, we learned this news from other people's mouths, so before we start trading, we want to see that unique pale blood." ”

"That's not too much to ask."

Roger thought for a moment and nodded.

In fact, the only thing he cared about was Arahan's reaction, and although he didn't know what had happened to make Arrahan appear so calm, maybe taking out the pale blood again would stimulate his emotions.

The pale flames in the lantern burned, and the peculiar throbbing came, and although the expressions of the people could not be seen, the slight reaction of their bodies at this time was enough to explain everything.

Arrahan did not squint, and always sat upright.

"This guy?"

Roger suddenly thought of the previous Dickinson.

"Could it be that this person in front of him is not Arrahan at all, but a puppet who was pushed to the front of the stage by him?"

"And where did the real Arrahan go?"

"What is he doing this for?"

As he pondered, he put away the lantern in his hand.

"Can we get started now?"

"I'm short on time, my pet is hungry, and I don't want to keep him waiting too long, it'll make a mess of my garden."

As soon as Roger finished speaking, a white mist floated out of the window, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and everyone stared at it all with wide eyes.

They have all heard the legends of the monsters in the mist.

Bang bang bang!

It didn't take long for the sound of heavy footsteps to be heard.

Then the fog broke, and the huge soles of the feet fell from the sky.

After a long time.

The voice gradually faded away, but everyone present did not recover from the shock just now.

"What's that?"

The first time someone saw such a scene asked.

The more you know, the more terrifying you get.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may just be a huge monster, but everyone present will think of it more.

Who created it?

Is it just one or one colony?

What is the food source of this terrible creature?

There are so many topics that can be discussed.

"Who's coming first?" Roger asked again, his voice already tinged with urgency.

"It's still me."

The guy in the human skin mask spoke.

"I have several precious transcendent materials in my hands, the tail vertebrae of a manticore, the heart of a troll, the ears of a swamp witch, ......"

Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him interrupted him with a smile.

"Are you kidding, skinner?"

"Don't talk about Mr. Mist, these few things in your hand, even I can't look down on them, if there is no better goods, don't waste everyone's time here."

The human skin mask on the man's face squirmed, as if to indicate his mood at this time.

"I also have a precious vampire tooth that almost reached the advanced ......"

If it had been before, Roger might have been tempted, but now he was just casually rubbing the lines on the table.

It's as if you're searching for some mystery.

After his impatience was transmitted, the guy named the Skinner immediately shut his mouth, and the next moment he didn't even say hello, and then abruptly ended the ritual and disappeared in place.

"Stupid guy."

The man who spoke just now sneered.

"Mr. Mist, you can call me Firefiend."

"I can provide three things, the spinal fluid of the Demon Bull Demon, the crystalline heart that condensed into the death of the three hounds, and the last one, the skull of the demon Sphinris!"

"Demons?!"

Everyone looked at him in amazement, and although other transcendent materials were rare, they could still be found if they were searched for with their hearts.

But demons do not exist in ordinary planes, they are too mysterious, and they encounter them by chance, and I don't know whether to say that they are lucky or unlucky.

Most of the demons have combat power above the 4th order, and this guy named Flame Demon can take out the demon's skull, which is really bloody.

"This is a high-grade material, but unfortunately my current strength is too poor to use it at all, in this case, it is better to exchange it for some necessary items."

"For example, the key to entering the fourth order."

"Hmm...... The demon's skull, it's kind of interesting, and I'd love to study it, but before I can do that, I need to take a look at what other people have in their hands. ”

"It's nature." The Flame Demon smiled, clearly confident in what he had in his hands.

"Let's be next."

Since Roger would look at what was in everyone's hands, everyone then showed the items they could exchange in order of their seats.

The things that each person can come up with are completely different and varied, and there are several of them that make Roger open his eyes and can't help but be excited.

"If it weren't for Arrahand, I'd like to get a few of them."

A man named Shark pulls out a harp, a powerful cursed item that can be used harshly, but once activated, even the transcendents of the third level of the pinnacle will be affected.

According to his own words, it was with this treasure that he had formed a large force in a certain area in eastern Europe, and if it weren't for the fact that he had entered the fourth order, he might not have exchanged it.

Roger noticed that while the others showed what they were holding, Arrahan didn't squint and didn't seem to care.

What exactly is it in his hand that can confidently overwhelm everyone present?

"It's your turn, Soul Eater."

The black soul, who was sitting in the distance, suddenly spoke.

He let out a strange laugh, "You seem to be indifferent to the treasures that everyone has provided, take them out, let's see, what have you prepared?" ”

Arrahand looked up, and the lines on his mask seemed to suck a person's soul in.

"The items that everyone provided were very valuable." He spread his hands.

"I didn't prepare anything."

"I won't be involved in this transaction!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Roger's heart snapped to a halt, and his eyes shrank like pinpoint points.

This guy ...... What are you going to do?!