"What's wrong, a little disappointed?"

Henrik seemed to see something unusual about Roger, and he glanced at Ingmar next to him and laughed.

"See what I'm doing?"

Ingmar snorted.

"Good men will always be favored by women."

"Not like some people ......"

The expression on Henrik's face froze, and he opened his mouth, but in the end he wisely swallowed the rest of the words.

After a moment of adjustment, the expression on Roger's face had returned to normal, he shook the white paper in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and at the same time, the corner of his eye quickly swept over the faces of the two.

"They can't see it?"

"Is it some kind of spell?"

A sentence on paper exposes one of Roger's most important secrets.

The identity of this body is like a ticking time bomb, leaving Roger with no peace of mind.

Fold the letter in his hand and put it in the envelope, Roger stood up and found the waiter who had just left.

"Who gave you this letter?"

Roger raised the envelope in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember it either."

The waiter thought hard for a moment, "Maybe it's been too busy these days, I just remember to give it to you." ”

Roger sighed, it seemed that he couldn't find any clues from the young man in front of him.

His gaze swept over the faces of the demon hunters in the bar.

"Will they just hide in the crowd and watch my reaction?"

My heart sank slightly, and my concern was chaotic, and my reaction just now was indeed a little inconsiderate.

However, such a firm word, this means that the other party really knows something, and it should not be a temptation.

Returning to his seat, Roger didn't mention what had just happened, and the three of them communicated casually, but Roger's attention was all on his surroundings.

The Voodoo Society had fallen, and Henrik's vacation was meaningless, so after a quick meal at noon, the three of them drove to the Hunters' Guild together.

This is the second time Roger has come here, and compared to the last time, the Hunter Guild is now crowded, and there are many people standing in the originally empty hall.

Several of them unabashedly showed their special aura.

"The elite of a few demon hunter families."

Henrik sneered.

"Hmph, I think I was ...... back then"

Ever since Roger learned about Henrik's past, this guy has been thinking about the beginning of the sentence at every turn.

It's okay once or twice, but it's too much to hear......

Dodging Henrik's verbal bombardment, Roger came to a separate window.

"I've just been promoted to Transcendental, come here and register."

The person in charge of the reception was a girl with a ponytail, and she glanced at Roger in surprise, "What's going on lately, people who have entered the transcendent are getting younger and younger." ”

Ma Li recorded Roger's basic information, "Please go up to the second floor, we will have a special person to receive you." ”

With a badge in hand, Roger went to a room on the second floor, and was about to reach out and knock on the door when it opened, revealing a familiar face in the doorway.

"Peter?"

"Roger!"

The two looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"You're in the transcendental?"

Then the two looked at each other and smiled.

"You go in first, I'll talk to you later."

Roger pushed the door open, and only one person sat in the empty room.

"Mr. Dickinson......"

Roger's eyes flickered.

Dickinson squinted at the back of his chair, even with a smile on his face, but the search in his eyes was uncomfortable.

"Mr. Roger, I said we would meet again."

"You think I can enter the Transcendental?"

Roger was slightly surprised.

"No, no, no."

Dickinson shook his head, "That's two different things. ”

"Please be seated."

He gestured to a chair across the table, "Want a drink?" ”

The conversation between the two was very similar to the last time they met at the University of Bordeaux.

"No, thank you."

Roger still had a hard time getting used to Dickinson's peculiar gaze.

Dickinson took a sip of water, glanced up at Roger, and then asked nonchalantly:

"Did I receive my letter to you?"

"Letter?"

The surprise in his eyes flashed, and Roger struggled to contain the emotion in his heart, "Oh?"

"You mean that joke someone made to me yesterday, a blank piece of stationery?"

"Huh."

Dickinson's cheeks twitched, and he smiled ugly.

"Whether it's a blank letter or not, only you know best."

He put down his glass and looked at Roger with a calm face.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Roger, I'm not your enemy."

"...... exactly"

"We are one kind!"

Roger looked at Dickinson across from him and said nothing.

"I understand that aliens like us are ostracized by our own world, and we are not compatible with other worlds, and it is right to be vigilant against anyone."

He spread his hands.

"But in this crisis-ridden world, we should huddle together to keep warm."

Dickinson's voice gradually became muffled, but at this moment, Roger suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Dickinson, I don't know what you're talking about, is the recording over?"

"My friends are still waiting for me."

"Hey, hey."

Dickinson chuckled, "Don't worry, Mr. Roger, you can leave at any time." ”

"I know it's hard to earn your trust in an environment like this, but I'm sure you'll come back to me."

"Before something happens to your body."

"Like I used to say, we'll meet again."

"Definitely!"

Even though there were countless questions in his heart, but at this time in this room, Roger did not dare to show the slightest.

He was even afraid to push the door open and face countless guns.

"Wait a minute."

Reaching out and touching the door, Dickinson's voice came from behind him.

"I have something to inform you, the new transcendent, the elite hunter Roger, although you do not belong to the Hunters' Guild, you have entered the transcendent in the Bordeaux region."

"According to the rules, you need to enter Crescent City to complete a mission for the Hunters' Guild."

Roger looked back.

"Mandatory?"

"Not really."

"The Cursed Lands and the real world interact with each other, and you have entered the transcendent in the Bordeaux region, in a sense, Crescent City may have an extra monster because of your promotion."

"So ......"

Roger nodded, understanding what Dickinson meant.

"When, is there a requirement for the difficulty of the task?"

"Extraordinary-level tasks, preferably completed in less than a year."

"I see."

Roger didn't rush to agree, he planned to go back and ask.

"Nothing else."

Dickinson finally admonished, "Goodbye, Mr. Roger, and I hope that the next time we meet, your body is not broken." ”

"Tsk, once this thing breaks......"

Dickinson gave a strange smile.

"You'll have to get another one."

"However, the right body is too hard to find."

"Good luck."

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