"Where did you get the news?"

Roger glanced at Gawain, "As an ordinary Legacy Knight, you know a little too much. ”

Gawain didn't answer Roger's question.

"The Knight of Radiance is not as simple as you seem, I can get some information, naturally I have my own channels."

"Mr. Mist, are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

"Although you have obtained a part of the pale blood now, it belongs to the Soul Eater after all, and in terms of the total amount, that part of the pale blood is not enough for you to break through to the fourth stage."

"Am I right?"

Roger didn't answer, but Gawain seemed to already know the answer.

"You need more, purer pale blood, and there's no better place to be."

"In addition, the treasures I mentioned are not untargeted, think of the rise of Green."

Roger groaned slightly, he must go to Snow White's world, but he didn't want to be with Gawain.

This guy doesn't seem to be particularly powerful, but his origin is unknown, and he hides it very deeply, even before he came to this world, according to his own words. His rank may have reached Rank 5.

Compared to the current Roger, who has crossed two levels, he is not sure if the close contact with Gawain will reveal too many flaws.

This guy is so mysterious.

Roger prefers to go through other channels.

Originally, he could use Bedwell's identity, but now that the Sword of the Sun has been shattered, Bedwell's inheritance core has also disappeared.

And the risk of pretending to be Lancelot is too great, and I am afraid that I can't escape Green's eyes at this juncture.

"You've found a way into that world?" Roger asked tentatively.

Gawain smiled and said nothing.

"This is something I've been investigating for a long time, and the channel is still unstable, but I don't think it will take long......"

"There's a limit to the amount of pressure that each channel can withstand, Mr. Mist, and I hope you'll give my opinion to consideration."

"It's a rare opportunity."

Gawain nodded at Roger.

"We'll see you in a few days." After speaking, he took the initiative to cut off contact.

"This guy ......"

If Gawain was seeking the benefit of the entire Alien Society, Roger would never believe it.

"Do you want someone else to be his cannon fodder?"

A thick fog poured in from the window behind him, and Roger blew out the white candle on the table and fell into deep thought.

Leaving the Misty Hut, he went straight into the Cemetery Hut, and in the fairy tale world, Amanda who got the dragon scales was on her knees and the whole person was curled into a ball.

The red dragon scales emitted a fiery red sheen that enveloped her whole person, and there was energy in the trembling to communicate between the two.

Roger watched quietly for a while, and he felt that the purity of the bloodline in Amanda's body was increasing at an incredible rate.

"Is the effect of dragon scales really so good, or is Amanda a special talent?"

As the purity of her bloodline increases, Amanda undergoes drastic changes from her spirit to her body.

Without bothering the other party, Roger quietly left the fairy tale world.

He needed to prepare for a meeting with Gawain in a few days, and another vague plan came to him.

…………

The black fog rolls and a castle almost merges with the darkness.

When I got closer, I found that the castle was red as a whole, and the skin of the outer walls looked like dried blood, and the vitality inside was deprived, leaving only a pitch-black undertone.

The walls were covered with twisted faces and limbs, humans, dryads, beasts, and many other strange things.

Even more disgusting is the fusion of these bodies that are intertwined, the tree spirit with two heads on its chest, and the beast with teeth in its eyes, twisting and mutating all the time.

Make the whole castle look like a wriggling piece of meat.

Somewhere inside the castle, a tall, pitch-black figure knelt in front of the grave.

"Dear master, my queen, please give me the blade of battle!"

Green flames burned on the pale armor, and the tall figure, headless, uttered a dull and humble prayer from the belly.

"Have mercy on me, your knight Rams!"

Rams bent down, and the bloody scar on his neck suddenly cracked, and a large stream of blood gushed out, pouring blood on the mound in front of him.

In an instant, there seemed to be countless creatures trying to struggle to emerge from the mound, and at the same time, a terrible roar was heard from the entire castle.

In the next second, a fountain of blood emerged from the crack at the top of the mound, mixed with the blood that Rams had just spewed.

Gradually, a long sword made of blood emerged from it, and Rams straightened up, his shoulders shaking, and he seemed to let out a hearty laugh.

"Thank you for the gift, my master."

Rams gripped the blood-colored sword.

"May you have a sweet dream in your long sleep......"

"Poof......

Suddenly there was a laugh behind him.

"Hear what you say?"

A slightly coquettish female voice came, "Do you think the master likes to fall asleep?" ”

"Don't you know why we're here?"

Rams grasped the blood-colored sword, turned around, and a woman with wings on her back and only a pitiful cloth on the important parts walked up.

To say that she is a woman is entirely because of the other party's physiological characteristics, from the toes to the neck, except for the wings on the back, all of them are an out-and-out beauty.

The figure is hot and sultry, but if you continue to look up, above this woman's neck, there is a hideous hairy face.

It looked like an enlarged bat head, with tiny green eyes, a terrifying glint in its pupils, and its mouth cracked, revealing layers of sharp teeth stacked on top of each other.

She had no nose bridge, only two thumb-sized holes in her cheeks, and as she breathed, a foul stench came from them.

"Camilla, to be honest, you should have cut off your own head."

"It's so ugly!"

Rams sneered in his abdomen.

"You still have the aesthetics of the human period?" Camilla sneered.

"For the transcendent, strength is beauty."

"Look at yourself, don't you know the meaning of that sword?"

"It's disappointing that you lost it."

"It was an accident, no one could have picked up that sword in the first place, and if my plan succeeded, I could have used that weapon to descend to another place."

"When the time comes, open up the whole passage......"

"So you're talking about ifs."

Heavy footsteps were heard, and Kernon appeared with antlers on his head.

"Not only have we lost that sword, but we have lost something more important, if the queen knows......"

Kernon smiled strangely and kept silent.

"Whoa!"

There was a banging sound in the distance, followed by a gray behemoth whirling through the window.

Stone chips were flying, and there was an extra piece of rubble in the hall.

"Fools, gargoyles are fools without heads!"

Camilla let out a coquettish sound, and if you didn't look at her strange face, it would be easy to make people feel good just by listening to her voice.

There was an extra monster more than three meters tall in the hall, he had a skin like a stone, his whole body was gray, his body was strong, and he exuded an icy aura.

"Who knows where Morwood went?"

"It seems like I haven't seen him for a long time."

Kernon muttered.

"The last time he said he had found a place where space was weak, and he said he was going to surprise the queen, so much time has passed......" Rams shook his body.

To be sure, he didn't want to see any of his peers succeed, because that would make him more incompetent.

"We've all failed, what's next?"

The gargoyle roared like thunder, and all that came out of its mouth was stone chips and dust.

At this moment, the entire castle trembled, and a viscous black mist like liquid poured into the room from all directions, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and then ecstasy welled up on their faces.

Rams got down on one knee.

"My master, you're awake!"

There was an extra figure in the room.

She had skin as white as snow, wore a silk robe, her black hair was scattered behind her head, and she floated barefoot in the air.

The delicate face and facial features are exactly the same as Anna's, but the temperament between the two is very different.

Queen of the Night, Lilith.

Lilith's figure fell from mid-air like catkins, flesh wriggling beneath the ground, and a twisted creature squeezed out of the ground to catch Lilith as she fell.

"My Queen, your wounds ......"

Camilla stopped talking.

Lilith raised her left hand, "It was an accident, I found what I lost. ”

She clenched her fists.

"Master, please open the space passage and let me celebrate your achievements with blood!"

Rams said as he bent over.

"No, no."

Lilith shook her head, "I changed my mind. ”

"It's been 100 years, the world is changing jaw-droppingly, and we need to change our strategy."

"Go get ready, I'm going to do something special this time."

She stood up from the Throne of Bones, and as she stepped forward, the throne beneath her changed form, and a monster with a long tail lay on the ground.

The monster had two horns on its head, limbs on all fours, wings on its back, and fine scales on its body.

What's even weirder is that between its horns, there is a face looming.

Lilith sat on the monster's back, grabbed a corner of the monster's head, stared at the face that loomed on its forehead, and whispered, "After 100 years, will he come back?" ”

"Roar!"

The monster let out a roar, and the face on its forehead turned hideous.

"Give him to me, and I'll tear him with my own hands!"

Lilith let out a hearty laugh, "He's the head of the Knights now. ”

Raising her left hand and putting her index finger on her forehead, Lilith seemed to be searching for something, "What an unexpected surprise, give up struggling, little one, everything you have is mine!" ”

"It's your greatest honor to be a part of me."

…………

The midday sun was a little dazzling, but Gawain had a look of enjoyment on his face, he liked to bask in the sun.

"Mr. Mist, I've arrived, where are you?"

Gawain answered the phone in his hand.

He was standing in the square of a seaside city in Faku.

Surrounded by a bustling crowd of people with couples taking pictures together and elderly couples on benches next to the fountain.

A good time is the time to enjoy it.

"Turn around and there's a red house at the end of the street, go there, I'll be waiting for you there."

Roger's voice came from the phone.

"Okay."

Gawain hung up the phone, took the purse in his hand, and turned to walk towards the end of the street.

He stood in front of the house, with a huge sign for sale hanging from the window, and a string of phone numbers underneath, and the door was open, and Gawain walked straight inside.

The house was empty, unfurnished and empty.

He frowned, and a hint of alarm rose in his heart, and at that moment, the phone in his hand rang.

"Mr. Mist, you're not here, I don't think it's a joke."

Gawain clenched the leather bag in his hand.

"Don't worry."

A voice came from upstairs.

Gawain raised his head, and a figure slowly walked down the stairs.

"You ......"

He was a little surprised, as a transcendent at the top of the third order, it would be ridiculous if he couldn't even tell if there was someone in a room.

But in front of me......

"What's wrong?"

Roger hung up the phone with a smile, "Everything, right?" ”

Gawain nodded and opened his purse, taking out 4 of the things.

Roger examined them one by one, then nodded in satisfaction.

From beginning to end, Gawain stood aside, he paid attention to Roger's movements, and the peace on his face was gradually broken.

"Your strength has improved a lot!"

This is the first time the two have met in reality since the Barron Tower incident, although at first Gawain was in a relatively vague state of perception of Roger's strength.

But with the reference from the last battle, he still has a baseline in his heart, but this time they met, Gawain could feel that this mysterious Mr. Mist was much stronger than the last time!

From him, he could even vaguely perceive a sense of oppression that only existed in the 4th order.

Roger was pleased with Gawain's surprise, as he was releasing his own power, he was also perceiving Gawain's depth.

If this guy is just on the same level as Lancelot, then after getting what he wants, Roger doesn't mind doing something else.

Soon, though, he sensed a faint aura from Gawain.

If it weren't for the faint passage in his body that had been penetrated with pale blood, I am afraid that he might not have been able to detect it.

The pure combat power of Gawain in front of him should only be the peak of the third order, and at most it is stronger than Lancelot.

It's basically within Roger's guess.

If you do it directly......

Roger thinks that his chances of winning are still very big, but this guy seems to be hiding something else.

Very dangerous stuff.

Roger's heart sank, and he quietly hid the evil thoughts in his heart.

"No problem, it's exactly what I want."

Roger put away the things on the table, opened one of the storage boxes beside him, and put the four things inside.

He closed the lid and stood up.

"I'll think about your last invitation."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Gawain nodded stiffly, and he slowly walked to the door, a thought rising in his heart.

He looked back.

"Mr. Mist......"

The room was empty.

Gawain walked forward briskly, then searched the room as fast as he could.

He lifted the storage box on the floor, and it was empty.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Please come in and have a look, this house is our company's ......"

"Huh?"

"Who are you?" A balding man in a suit asked, staring at Gawain.

Gawain was also at a loss, and he had only one thought in his heart.

How did he do it?

Cold sweat flowed down unconsciously.