Early in the morning of the second day, Roger opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face lying on the side of his pillow, and after last night's practice, he was extremely sure of one thing.

Hathaway's body did undergo some changes.

Is it the so-called secondary ......?

"Good morning Roger."

Hathaway opened her eyes.

"You're not the same as last time."

"Looks like I've done a good job." Roger grinned.

Well...... I guess it's overdone.

Through in-depth communication, Hathaway also discovered the changes in Roger.

"It's only been a long time, and it's amazing that you've entered the transcendental."

Hathaway was also a little envious.

Mediums are much more difficult to advance than other professions, and sometimes the accumulation of experience and the capture of spirituality are more important.

Plus, this profession relies too much on talent.

When he turned on his phone, it was a series of text messages bombarded by Henrik, and Roger always felt that this guy seemed to be testing something.

Is it Ingmar?

dialed the phone, naturally Henrik's complaints, a brief explanation, after breakfast, Roger and Hathaway came to the exchange meeting.

The meeting took place on an artificial island near the port.

The entire island was cordoned off, and only qualified people were allowed to board the island, and Roger, as Hathaway's assistant, although not a medium, also boarded the boat to the island.

The whole island is covered with greenery, and the place where they meet is a private estate near the center of the island.

Unexpectedly, the number of participants was so large, and by the time Roger and the others came to the manor, many places had already been occupied.

Medium-based communiculations are not made as serious as academic seminars, and there are no so-called conference halls and lecture rooms.

The atmosphere throughout the estate is relaxed and free.

People who are not clear will even feel a little noisy and confused.

Young men and women gather in groups, some talking loudly, others explaining specific techniques.

One of the guys applied the spirit whip to Roger's eyes.

It takes less energy, but the tenacity and power skyrocket, and this guy has obviously put a lot of effort into this.

And he even began to work on other weapons.

There are also enchantment techniques for elaborating psionic weapons, and so on.

There will definitely be a lot of improvement after a communication meeting.

"Aren't there any similar exchanges among demon hunters?" Roger asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, it's just that before entering the transcendental, the exchange is more about the use of weapons and the experience of dealing with different monsters."

"After entering the transcendental, if you awaken the corresponding bloodline and become a blood hunter, it is said that at that time you will have the opportunity to participate in the exchange meeting that belongs to the real demon hunter."

"The cultivation method of demon hunters who awaken special bloodlines is completely different from that of ordinary hunters, and proper communication will inspire each other."

"In many cases, powerful mediums also have the opportunity to participate in such exchanges."

Hathaway explained.

"What are we going to do next?"

"Find a place to sit."

"Then, play cards."

Roger said indifferently.

Hathaway's delicate face froze.

"Sit down and play cards?"

"We don't need to introduce ......"

Roger waved his hand.

"There are still three days to go, and like you said, if you tell everyone directly that this thing is used for divination, I'm afraid no one will believe it."

"Let's accept it first."

Roger found a fairly open spot and dragged the single sofa to the table.

"Believe me, in this kind of academic atmosphere is very strong, and there are boring theoretical knowledge explanations everywhere, GWENT cards will definitely arouse everyone's interest."

"Bang bang bang!"

Roger places four decks of cards on the table.

"Don't think about it so much, you have only one task next, and that is to familiarize yourself with the four camps, and then, focus on defeating me!"

Roger laughed.

"Some people lost their armor last night and lost badly."

Hathaway was successfully provoked to be good, and without divination, she directly chose the squirrel party she used last night, and Roger was naturally still Nilfgaard.

The two set up and soon started playing.

In this place where psychic mediums are everywhere to communicate, the two of them devoted themselves to the Gwent cards, and no one cared about them all morning, playing back and forth for many rounds.

Hathaway has accumulated more and more experience, and the two sides have won and lost each other, and the Gwent card, although the rules seem simple, there are many changes to play.

And from a balance point of view, the Gwent cards after the Hunter's Hut magic change have almost reached the limit of balance.

This is something that could not have been done in previous games in any way.

Gradually, Hathaway even forgot the task of the exchange meeting, game after game, and after a few bites of food in a hurry at noon, he pulled Roger to fight again.

During the lunch break, there was no one at the exchange meeting, and there was no one playing next to the two people, and at this moment, a thin man walked over slowly.

He was wearing a pair of heavy glasses, and the expression on his face was a little old-fashioned, he was just hanging out, but when he walked near Roger and the others, he suddenly saw gorgeous cards on the table.

"Huh?"

"Psionic fluctuations?"

"It looks like a game."

Terry lifted his heavy glasses, "It's a luxury to incorporate psionic energy into a card and make it a game!" ”

Materials that can store psionic energy are scarce, and it's even harder to make a deck of cards and keep them stable.

Roger didn't squeak when he saw someone approaching, and throughout the morning, a few came to watch occasionally, but most of them only looked at it a few times before leaving.

The last time I played GWENT was back in the previous world, and at this time, I saw something that only existed in the game be recreated in the real world.

This illusion wrapped in reality fascinated Roger and aroused his card addiction.

Sure enough, GWENT and Demon Hunter are the best match.

When the game ended, Roger laid the victory at the last minute with a wonderful counter-attack and reshuffled the cards, but at this moment, a cautious voice suddenly came from the side.

"What game are you playing?"

Roger looked up, and the man with thick glasses was still standing next to him, and there was some excitement in his eyes.

"GWENT."

"A psionic game that we made ourselves."

Roger smiled and extended the invitation.

"Would you like a game of Gwent?"

"Hey, that's great."

"My name is Terry, let me try."

Trimot shook his hands.

"I'll explain the rules to you."

Although he had already looked at it from the sidelines, Terry still asked patiently.

Ten minutes later, he played his first game of Gwent.

Game after round, hour later, when the break was over and the number of people in the meeting grew, Terry had almost forgotten what he was here for.

All that comes to mind are unit cards, special cards, weather cards, and all sorts of complex combinations.

"You guys are geniuses!"

Terry stood up and pulled out the phone in his pocket.

"It's the best game in the world, and I feel like my psionic powers are getting active."

"I'm going to inform everyone that everyone has to have a copy of the Gwent card!"

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