Roger left.

But after he left, the Alien Spirit Society seemed to have just reached its climax, and everyone was talking about it, speculating about the source of the pale blood in Roger's hands.

also speculated on Roger's specific strength.

"The fourth order is at least the fourth order."

"If he wants to obtain pale blood, he can only kill a fourth-order with his own hands, and judging by his performance, it seems that he has not been injured, so it can be inferred that his own combat power must have reached the high-end of the fourth order."

"You must know that even if transcendent creatures above the 4th order can be defeated, it is very difficult to kill, and there are too many means for them to escape and recover."

Nail Head said with some excitement.

"Not necessarily." Arrahand interjected.

"Although it is very difficult to obtain the pale blood, it does not mean that there is no other way, the amount of pale blood that the mist just took out is very small, it should not come from a complete fourth-order transcendent."

Arrahand carefully hid his emotions and could not let anyone discover what was in his heart, or the price of that pale blood would be beyond the limits of what he could bear.

Yes, not so long ago Roger proposed a deal.

Individuals can trade items in their hands for Pale Blood, or provide the correct way to use Pale Blood. Either way, Roger promised to pay accordingly.

As for what the remuneration is.

Roger said he didn't know.

In short, draw the bread first, adjust the appetite first, and talk about the rest later.

In fact, Roger's only target for the pale blood was Arrahand.

Seeing this, it is impossible for Arrahan not to be moved, so in the next period of time, Arrahand's attention will be completely shifted to the non-existent identity of the Mist.

Or in exchange for this pale blood in Roger's hands. Arrahan had to rack his brains to collect precious materials to trade.

Either one of them will buy Roger some time.

For Roger, time is of the essence.

If you give him a year of room to grow. When the time comes to face Arahan, Roger believes that he can pinch him to death with one hand!

If Roger had the strength he has now, he might have been able to solve this trouble completely while Arrahand was at his weakest.

But now the situation is also very good for Roger.

"Is it so easy to extract pale blood?"

The head of the nail slanted a glance at Arahand.

"Soul Eater, you didn't attend the last meeting, it's not clear at all how powerful this Mr. Mist is, he should have mastered a massive world fragment."

"In that world, there are terrifying creatures that make people feel desperate just by looking at their size."

"And ......"

At this, he suddenly closed his mouth.

"Some people have learned a lesson because they offended Mr. Mist last time, you can ask about it, or ......"

He glanced at Arrahand with bad intentions.

"You're Mr. Mist's next target."

After speaking, he laughed coldly.

"Don't talk behind your back." The black soul said slowly.

"Mr. Mist is very measured, and for the strong, it is a virtue to abide by the rules."

"Recently, I have obtained a powerful alchemy recipe that has given me a lot of inspiration, and if I have this pale blood, I may be able to find the key to advancing to the 4th rank."

The voice of the black soul was raised.

"So I'm determined to get this thing!"

"Haha!" The paladin smiled.

"No one wants to give up a real treasure, and as it happens, I need this too!"

The paladin leaned forward and stared at the dark soul sitting across from him.

"Does anyone else want this?" The Black Soul raised his voice.

"What do you say?" The people around replied in a rambling manner.

"Then let's do our own thing."

He left a cold word, and his body disappeared into the meeting.

"There is no need for everyone to fight against each other, it is Mr. Mist who really has the final decision, things are precious on the one hand, and more importantly, they are needed!"

"What do fourth-order or even fifth-order transcendents need?" Someone gave a wry smile.

"That's too hard."

"That's why we need to put a little more thought."

The paladin smiled, "I'm going to prepare, everyone, we'll see you next time!" ”

After speaking, the figure disappeared in place.

Arrahan clenched his fists, his brows furrowed from the determination of the crowd, but there was nothing he could do about it, the most difficult thing was that he was now alone, and all the treasures he had accumulated over the years had been left in Crescent City.

"Damn it!"

"Did that kid and those two idiots both be killed by that mist?"

A man hiding in the fragments of the world, leaving Arrahand at a loss.

"It's mine, and no one can take it away!"

A flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and Arrahand quickly calculated.

At the end of the ceremony, Roger took off his disguise and placed it in the storage box along with the lantern containing the pale blood.

He hadn't studied Pale Blood for a long time, and with all the time he had gotten, Roger should be able to raise his strength to a higher level again.

If you can get the horn of the deer head spirit and complete the dream trial before then, then you will be much more sure when facing Arahand.

Combined with the existing resources in his hands, Roger secretly planned.

"It's still too thin, and I need some outside support."

"Menia's Hunters' Guild ......"

"Or the Knights of the Round Table?"

Roger's eyes lit up.

Leaving the Misty Hut, Roger returned to the real world and did not continue his cultivation, when he was about to rest, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Gavie."

The girl's expression was gloomy, and the changes that happened to Grace made it difficult for her to accept.

Roger sighed.

"Need a talk?"

"Or a drink."

Gowi looked up, "I choose the latter." ”

Walking out of the room, Roger took Jackie to the downstairs living room, where Roger was decorated in a retro style, sitting around the sofa, and Roger filled the empty glass in front of Jackie.

Meanwhile, in another manor, Henrik and Claudia are applauding love.

Unusually, Henrik was bleeding the entire time.

"How many moves is this?"

Henrik silently calculated, the last few days he felt as if he had arrived in heaven, and every moment with Claudia was fresh.

This woman has infinite magical powers, and it is not an exaggeration to call her a witch of change.

And, of course, the thorns in her body.

When the battle was over, Henrik Mingjin withdrew his troops and lay tired on the bed.

Claudia, however, was radiant and radiant.

"That's it for today, we'll have a long time coming."

Henrik rolled over and fell into a deep sleep, and in a daze, he felt someone leaning in.

Happiness is nothing more than that.

Early in the morning of the second day, Roger walked out of the room, and on the sofa in the living room, Gervay was still asleep.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard Henrik's scream from the manor in the distance.

"Shit!"

"Damn Dirio, FK!"

"What are you doing in my covers!?"

Thinking of that image, Roger laughed unkindly.

Come back in the evening and write again.

(End of chapter)