The old man's tone was a little strange, Menia was huge, and although the official language had been unified, there were still some differences in language in different regions due to regional and historical legacies.

As the old man spoke, the tail of his intonation dragged on and rose slightly, sounding a little like Faku.

It's not like the Bordeaux accent of today, but it has some connotations of the colonial area of hundreds of years ago.

The old man had apparently mistaken Roger for someone, and Roger didn't squeak, just stood quietly where he was.

"What are you doing? I'm asking you! ”

"What village are you from?"

He looked Roger up and down.

"Where did you get these weird-looking clothes?"

"The outlanders?"

"Didn't the elders in your family tell you? Less contact with them, those guys are all quaint and weird. ”

"The mystery of the gods all day long must not have any good intentions!"

The old man sneered.

"Don't think that no one will recognize you if you change your clothes, take it off for me, where did you come from, where did you go back!"

The old man's voice gradually became stern.

"This is a forbidden area, who knows if those dying monsters will go crazy?"

The old man said as he walked towards Roger.

"Hurry up and get me a change of clothes!"

Roger never squeaked, he could see that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary person, and he had some doubts in his heart, and at the same time raised his vigilance.

This is definitely a cursed place, but this old man in front of him doesn't look like a monster no matter how he looks at it?

"Is it a disguise?"

Avoiding the pull of the old man without leaving a trace, Roger thought about it and decided to wait and see.

With Ivy's strength, he can live here for a long time, so can he.

On the way back, the old man cursed and muttered something, and Roger sorted out something from his complaints.

The nearby sea is a monster graveyard, and many monsters living under the sea will come here spontaneously before they die.

Most of the time, these monsters are unfettered with nearby fishing villages, but occasionally mad monsters wash ashore.

The fishing village where the old man lived was some distance from the coast, and after walking for a while, a dilapidated fishing village appeared in the distance.

There were very few people in the village, and at first they saw Roger's clothes, they all showed a kind of vigilance, but soon this vigilance disappeared completely.

A few of the young men would come running over and ask Roger where he got his clothes.

"!"

"Get out of here!"

The old man beat and scolded the young men who had gathered around him and drove them away.

"It's useless to just change clothes, those strangers are so different from us that you can tell them at a glance."

The old man glanced at Roger, "With your clothes, you can fool those fools in Crescent City, and we ...... them."

"Crescent City?"

Shocked, Roger couldn't help blurting out.

"Which Crescent City?"

"Which one else?"

There was a hint of disdain on the old man's face, "A bunch of treacherous things keep us out and let us live under the minions of monsters. ”

"Sooner or later, I'm going to set a fire to the people inside the wall!"

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and roared angrily.

"Haha, you old guy is bragging again."

There were people around laughing, but the old man didn't answer, he lowered his head and quickened his pace.

"Change into this outfit and get back to your village!"

A set of linen clothes was pulled out of the storage box, and the old man threw it on Roger angrily, and then turned to leave.

"Crescent City, outlanders, weird costumes."

Roger felt as if he had vaguely caught something.

"This is another entrance to Crescent City?"

But Roger felt strange that there would be normal people like them in a cursed place.

After all, the cursed land he had been to before, except for them outsiders, all the monsters born in it were born.

"Is this what makes the so-called Medium-Sized Cursed Lands unique?"

"What about the great Cursed Lands?"

"A whole world?"

Listening to their conversations, it is clear that there is a fundamental difference between outsiders and natives born and raised here.

"But why did they ...... me?"

Looking down at his body, Roger suddenly realized a problem.

"Maybe it's not me who they identify with, it's this body!"

"That is to say......"

"The body I'm using now comes from here!"

A young man from a fishing village who strayed into a forbidden place died due to an accident, and after his death, he happened to be pulled out of the world by that gap.

Then the body was occupied by Roger, who came through the time.

It all seems to make sense.

If this is true, it would explain the strange identification of the rest of the village with him, and at the same time, it could also explain the origin of the body.

After all, according to Greg, there were no shipwrecks in the nearly 100-mile sea area within a few weeks of the incident.

"Hoo ......"

Roger breathed a sigh of relief, it was much better than having an extra pair of parents for no reason.

"But the body in the Cursed Lands ...... There won't be any hidden dangers, right? ”

"Is that why Dickinson discovered my anomaly?"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Have you changed it?"

"Hurry up and get out of me when you've changed it!"

"If I see you near the forbidden land in the future, I'll poke your ass with a fork!"

The old man outside the door shouted in a rough voice.

After changing his clothes, the abruptness on Roger's body immediately decreased a lot, except that the skin on his face was a little too clean, and it didn't seem to be much different from an ordinary fishing village boy.

"Hank!"

"Old Hank!"

Just then, a teenager yelled and broke into the room.

"There are a few outsiders from outside the village, and they say that they have come here to carry out a mission......"

The boy gasped and danced with his hands.

"Let them fuck off and tell them there's no such thing as a monster."

The old man named Hank glanced at Roger, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand, "Take me to see it." ”

Roger's heart moved, and he quietly followed.

There was a large group of people at the entrance of the fishing village, who kept a large distance from the others, their eyes full of vigilance.

With a glance, Roger was able to determine the identities of the few people standing at the entrance of the village.

Two demon hunters, a psychic medium, an exorcist, a standard hunter squad.

Sharp-eyed, he even saw a flash of Gwent cards in the hands of the medium.

This is indeed Crescent City.

Roger quietly hid behind the crowd and watched.

Old Hank stepped forward to negotiate with one of the demon hunters, frowning and shaking his head, looking unwilling to cooperate.

Roger leaned back, he still needed to come to Crescent City on a mission in the future, and if someone else saw his appearance here, I was afraid that there would be some trouble.

"Hey, what village are you from?"

Suddenly a voice came from beside him, and Roger turned his head, and a thin fishing village boy looked at him.

"Did you make your own weapons? It looks like the real thing. ”

Roger's heart moved, "I'm from somewhere else, are there any other fishing villages nearby?" ”

Maybe you can find out the true identity of this body from this young man's mouth.

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