The meeting with the Lord of the Mist was not as tense as expected. After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the room was much calmer.

The Lord of the Mists crossed his hands and looked at Roger with interest, as if he wanted to ask something, but after a moment he waved his hand, and two delicate decks of cards appeared on the table.

"Let's play a game of Gwent!"

Truth be told, there's no better way to communicate in the wizarding world than GWENT.

The ghost made the gods, and Roger nodded without hesitation.

"I only use Imperial decks."

The empire in the mouth of the Lord of the Mists is Nilfgaard.

"What about you?" He asked casually.

"Squirrel Party." Roger didn't care, but the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, and he didn't even want to take the initiative to destroy the harmony.

The two don't play easy, and the fact is that it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's the two strangers who try to find common ground with each other.

It may be an instinct.

In the process of playing cards, the Lord of the Mist often loses his mind, and there is no strategy at all in the whole game, basically thinking of where to play.

And Roger is the same, you come and go on the table, but in fact you are all in a state of wandering.

"Where are you from?" The Lord of the Mists spoke suddenly.

Roger opened his mouth, he had realized that his situation was completely different from the man in front of him.

The Lord of the Mists came to this world with a mission and memories, and even used his body to come to this world, no matter how big the world in front of him was, he was just a passerby.

Nilfgaard is his homeland.

And he ......

"Livia." Roger smiled bitterly.

"Oh......"

Two cards were played, and the Lord of the Mists responded.

"That's a good place."

With a casual mutter, the room fell silent again.

The peace in front of him was just an illusion, it was more like the calm before the storm, in which Roger already felt the impending crisis.

Pinching the card in his hand, the Lord of the Mist did not move for a long time, and after a while, he raised his head sharply.

"Was it okay there when you left?"

As he said this, the emotion in his eyes surged, and the longing in it almost drowned Roger.

Roger didn't know how long the Lord of the Mists had been on this plane, but it would have been an extremely long time.

Even if he has a will like steel, an incomparably firm determination, but in the face of time, all this will eventually decay, and it is difficult for him to imagine how this man can persevere.

"I ......" Roger opened his mouth, although he had many memories of that world in his mind, but to be honest, he didn't know that it was a real experience, or that it was only forcibly instilled in him by the will of the world.

Where should he start?

Talk about the unrest in Kellmohan, the invasion of Nilfgaard, or the Skelliger Islands?

"Say no more!"

The Lord of the Mist's face changed suddenly, and he stopped Roger with a frown, and then played the cards in his hand roughly.

The mood of the two was obviously not at the table, but it has to be said that it was this Gwent deck that gave them the possibility to sit down and talk.

In this man, Roger felt the immensity of power.

He didn't even need to do anything, he knew that he was definitely no match for the Lord of the Mist.

It was a strange feeling, and it came to Roger's mind like a rule when they first met.

In the face of others, Roger may still have the confidence to turn the tables against the wind, but this guy in front of him is from the same place as him.

Then he must also carry the gift left to him by the world consciousness, and this gift should be stronger than giving it to Roger.

After all, the world at that time was still relatively complete, and the rules that could be used were more powerful, unlike Roger, who was just a basic prototype and needed to fight for everything.

"Don't tell me."

"I'll see it with my own eyes."

"I've been waiting for so many years." The Lord of the Mist's gaze regained firmness, and at this time he played the last card in his hand.

With his hands crossed, he leaned back, his calm gaze on Roger.

"It's your turn."

Roger took a deep breath and rubbed the cards on the table.

He understood the meaning of the Lord of the Mist's words, and he was asking about Roger's attitude.

"You're not going to kill me?"

"After all, I killed Hamza, and besides, I have been attacked by you several times, which makes it difficult for me to judge your position."

"With my heart, a dog can become a four-ring."

"A lot of the rumors about me are wrong, and people are always afraid of what they don't know. And the best way to dispel this fear is to make the unknown known. ”

"Even if this kind of knowledge is still mysterious and powerful, it is much better than a complete ignorance."

"Actually, a lot of what you see is controlled by Hamza, and he's closer to the rumored picture of me as a whole."

"I don't like your outfit, I don't like your taste, after all, Demon Hunters are just some kind of product in experiments......"

"I know this makes you uncomfortable, but it's true, in my eyes you're no different from the vampire or deer head on the table."

"I don't know why you're here, after all, your power limit is too low, look at your ...... now"

The Lord of the Mists stared at Roger.

"Three Rings...... Well...... It seems that there is something hidden, but at best it is only the four rings. ”

"This may be considered powerful in your eyes, but in fact, with your current ability, you will never be able to break through this plane again."

"It's not your fault, it's your ability."

"What is a demon hunter?" The Lord of the Mists smiled.

"Monster nemesis?"

"A cold-blooded executioner, or a freak in the talk of ordinary people?"

Nothing was hidden, and the disdain of the Lord of the Mists was engraved in every expression on his face.

"You are only weapons, like swords and daggers, and we are the ones who hold the weapons."

"Maybe it's really bad, maybe there are thousands of demon hunters like you, after all, your goal is smaller, and it's less likely to attract the attention of the entire plane."

"When you add up, there may be unexpected gains."

"So, although I don't like it, if we have the same goal, I can still barely live with it......"

Roger understood what the Lord of the Mists meant, and it seemed that only the Primordial Dragon knew more about the person in front of him. The rest of the so-called understanding is all speculation chasing after the wind and shadows.

But Hamza, who was pushed to the front of the stage by the Lord of the Mist.

No, he probably didn't mean it, and a lot of things were Hamza's own doing.

It seems that in an instant, Roger has resolved the biggest crisis that has enveloped him, and he and the Lord of the Mist are from the same place, and they have the same goal, and it seems that instead of being enemies, they may become companions.

But noticing the expression of the Lord of the Mist, Roger's mood was not relaxed, and there were still many questions in his heart that had not been resolved.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

"Is there anything you haven't gotten or someone is stopping you from leaving?"

Roger asked.

The Lord of the Mists is much more powerful than him, having operated in this plane for countless years, and he has more resources in his hands than he can imagine.

And the obsession in his heart is so deep, if the conditions have been met, he should have left here a long time ago.

"Is it the Primordial Dragon?" Roger asked tentatively.

"The woman?!" The Lord of the Mist snorted coldly, "She deserves it too?" ”

"Hmph, in the last war, if I hadn't been attacked by her, I would have controlled the entire plane a long time ago, and I wouldn't have to wait hard for another round ...... city

In the middle of speaking, the Lord of the Mist suddenly closed his mouth.

"Oh...... Have you met her? ”

"Probably not." Without waiting for Roger to answer, he shook his head to himself.

"A shitty billet who only sells his body." The Lord of the Mists seems to disdain some of the practices of the Primordial Dragon.

"What are you worried about? Worried that we will fail? ”

"Worried we won't be able to get home?"

"Or ......" he leaned forward, an invisible pressure enveloping Roger.

"You don't want to go back?"

His gaze was full of danger, and it seemed like he was going to attack in the next second.

"Don't be fooled by the life in front of you, you are a passer-by here, your home is in Livia, do you miss the ale there?"

"And the passionate girl."

"What's more...... After I leave, I will lose the origin of the plane, and if it is not destroyed immediately, I am afraid that this place will face an irreversible catastrophe. ”

"So ......"

"I don't have a choice." Roger continued.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the two cards he had left.

Odd situation, if Roger plays the last two cards of his hand, he will win this Gwent card matchup by a narrow margin.

But if he changes the order of his cards or chooses to fold......

All unintentionality is intentional, and unconsciously I am still affected?

"You didn't give me a choice." Roger let out a long sigh.

"As I said, you're just weapons, and I'm the one holding them."

"As for the weapon, when to swing and when to fall, it's up to his master."

"Huh."

A short scale is emitted in the throat.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then all I can say is that you're stupid."

"It's a pity that I didn't discover your existence the first time you came into this world. I was still asleep......" the Lord of the Mists muttered.

"But it's not too late, I can help you grow, and even help you find your way home."

"The way home?"

Roger lowered his head, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The door home was hidden in the deepest part of the hunter's hut, and he could push it open at any time if he wanted, so there was no need to find such a way, it appeared automatically after Roger reached a certain level of power.

But according to the Lord of the Mist......

"As for that woman, this time I will kill her with my own hands, hum, I'm afraid she doesn't know yet, for this decisive battle, I have prepared a big surprise for her!"

"Squeak!"

Pushing aside his chair and standing up, Roger walked to the nearest window.

With a slight force, the closed window opened, and the north wind swept into the room, revealing a majestic city from where he was.

The castle was supposed to be built on top of a hill, and the humidity in the air and the chill in the wind made everything feel real.

Roger's gaze swept over and he saw the crowd of people in the city, but sadly, he couldn't hear anything.

Because everyone here just stands in place like sculptures, as if the world is frozen at this moment.

"In the past, I used to simulate whole cities, but then it all annoyed me, and the more real they looked, the more annoying it became."

"So I'd rather the whole city be still, so I can always remind myself that everything is illusory, that it's not my home."

Looking down, Roger saw a desolate cemetery not far away.

The only big tree in the cemetery stands a dozen or so crows, and under the big tree are a few tombstones placed randomly.

The tombstones all have the same name engraved on them.

His heart slammed for half a beat, and Roger looked back at the expressionless eyes of the Lord of the Mist.

"This game isn't over yet."

He tapped lightly on the table, and the Gwent cards placed on it trembled slightly.

Now Roger doesn't even have the qualifications to stay out of it.

Either nod and live.

Or die with everyone.

Soon Roger made up his mind, he returned to the table and sat down, then took a deep breath and calmly played the last two cards in order.

"Hehe, those ordinary people who can only roll in the mud are at least right about one thing, demon hunters are indeed monsters."

"The same brainless!"

As he spoke, Roger wanted to attack.

The long sword behind his back trembled slightly, and the five sword marks bloomed in turn.

But all the power is like a stone sinking into the sea.

The sun shrouded the Lord of the Mist's forehead, engulfing the full power that Roger had unleashed.

"French Seal...... More advanced applications? ”

He smiled disdainfully, "Don't you know where all this power comes from?" ”

"In my opinion, it's a really bad joke."

As he spoke, he opened his hand, and the invisible force squeezed, and Roger watched as the five sword marks on the long sword dimmed one by one, almost squeezed together!

"Poof!"

The weapon is almost impossible to destroy, but only if it is Roger's own life......

"For the sake of this game, I didn't want to kill you, but alas."

The long sword roared and turned into a cloud of scrap metal.

Roger himself was soaked in blood, and then he saw a tattered body.

It's the soul.

Roger's body and soul had already fused together, but in the attack just now, his body completely died, turning into a lifeless mass of minced flesh!

"It's a pity that your soul is still useful, if you were willing to cooperate, it wouldn't have been like this."

The Lord of the Mists reached out and grabbed Roger.

Roger's soul was open, he knew death was coming, but there was no fear in his heart.

He also once thought about compromise.

But in the face of a strong man like the Lord of the Mist, lies are meaningless, the body will lie, but the soul will not.

In fact, when the Lord of the Mists opened his mouth to let Roger play cards, he had already gained insight into Roger's thoughts at the time.

Hence the later explanation.

And Roger, too, did not change his determination.

"So be it."

Although full of regret, he still keeps smiling.

Death is inevitable unless a miracle happens.

Laugh at!

With a soft thud, the Lord of the Mist's arm snapped at his elbow as a voice rang out.

"Nasero, long time no see."