Claudia once gave Roger a mask, which, in addition to being used as a special communication tool, also had a special effect.

When you put on the mask, you accept a face, or an identity, that Croatia has used.

Passing by the shop window on the side of the street, a young face was reflected in the glass, with short black hair and angular facial features.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an oriental face.

For a moment, the reflections in the window overlapped, and Roger felt a sense of trance, as if everything he had experienced before was just a dream.

It was a strange feeling, he was wearing a casual outfit that looked indistinguishable from everyone walking down the street.

Passing by everyone in a hurry, the breath of the modern city rushed towards him, and at this moment he felt that he was no longer a demon hunter, but a member of the crowd.

At this time, it was just dawn, and the time agreed with Amanda was noon.

In the morning, Roger finished breakfast in the café like an ordinary person, took a taxi, and visited several famous attractions in the fog capital.

This complete relaxation soothed Roger's spirits, and in recent times, the repeated battles have kept him nervous at all times.

What's more, the speed at which he improved was too fast, so fast that before he could fully adapt, he had to improve again under the pressure of a strong enemy.

At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, there was a crisp sound of footsteps behind Roger, who was feeding pigeons in the square, and he did not look back, and the voice of a strange woman sounded in his ears.

"To be honest, you look much more handsome now than you used to."

Roger looked back and saw a middle-aged woman with a slightly fat figure.

He sighed.

"Amanda, if you keep looking like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to communicate properly in the future."

"And I'm curious, how did you recognize me in the crowd?"

"After all, I'm not the only one who feeds the pigeons."

Amanda smiled mysteriously, her chubby round face huddled together.

Roger shrugged, "Are you deliberately punishing me by making yourself look like this?" ”

"Tsk, it looks like what you like really isn't my soul."

"No, of course not."

Roger smiled meaningfully.

"What I like is who you are."

Amanda naturally didn't understand this, she stepped forward and pointed her index finger on Roger's chest, a little flame penetrating the clothes and touching Roger's skin.

There was a burning heat in his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"A little spell." Amanda smiled but didn't answer, turning and stepping over Roger's arm.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

Amanda raised an eyebrow.

"What do you say?"

With the Yaksi seal, you don't even have to register when you enter and leave the hotel.

After entering the room, the two naturally took off their disguises, Roger took off his mask, Amanda also changed, and it didn't take long for the hot red-haired girl to appear in front of Roger's eyes.

There was a hint of surprise on Roger's face.

"Order 2!"

"You're progressing so fast!"

Amanda glanced at Roger.

"It's not enough, at least it's much worse than you."

Brother is a person who is open, can you compare with me?

Next, Roger talked to Amanda about his recent experience, especially the change of identity.

"You actually killed a Legacy Knight and took his place?!"

Amanda was still shocked.

Her teacher, Margaret, was a third-order warlock, and in her heart she used to think that Margaret was the sky, but now, the ordinary boy who was once brought back from the island by his mother had grown to the point of being equal to her teacher.

No, even stronger!

"You're guessing Cynthia leaked my information because of your teacher, Margaret?"

Amanda nodded, recounting the clash between herself and Margaret.

"The Warlock's Guild Hall is a place where blood is judged by blood, and in addition to strength, special attention is paid to the inheritance of bloodline."

"And both of these are inseparable from ...... Communication! ”

"Deep communication."

"The assembly hall is divided into female and male warlocks according to gender, that is, sorority and brotherhood, and in addition to normal cultivation, blood resonance is considered the most effective way to improve."

"And that's the kind of communication I just mentioned."

"So in the rumors of the outside world, the reputation of warlocks has always been not very good, they dig into their own bloodline, from spirit to soul, and are gradually transformed into other creatures."

"Human morality, incorruptibility, has been gradually stripped from the body, so what seems to many people to be extremely fornicating is very normal among warlocks."

Amanda frowned.

"But I was so disgusted with this kind of thing that I rejected the teacher many times, and she may have been angry with you because of this, so she sent Cynthia to do something like that."

Roger nodded.

"Is there a way to get out of the Warlock's Hall?"

Roger has now reached the third order, and Amanda is already the second order, which is more than enough for self-preservation, and there is really no need to continue to stay in the Warlock's Guild.

"Impossible."

Amanda shrugged, "The Warlock's Guild is united and xenophobic, they only recognize their fellow Warlocks, and leaving the assembly is considered betrayal. ”

"This will be hunted down by all the Warlocks en masse!"

Roger thought for a moment, and an idea popped into him.

He plays the identity of Bedwell on the surface, and normally, if Bedwell occupies Roger's body through the inheritance ritual, then he will definitely take the initiative to distance himself from those close to Roger.

But now that Amanda is alone in the Warlock's Hall, Roger's identity may be a source of support for Omanda.

No matter where it is, a third-level inheritance knight still has a considerable amount of power.

From this point of view, not only can the two not be estranged, but they must appear openly in front of everyone.

Roger told Amanda his idea, and Amanda also felt that things were feasible, but the two still needed to discuss the specific details.

Try not to be seen by others.

After exchanging recent lives and experiences, it is natural that the next step is to have a deeper exchange.

Roger draws his sword to meet the enemy.

And just when Roger was enjoying a rare leisure time and living a life without shame, under the harbor thousands of miles away, a naked young man slowly walked out of the dark pool.

Arrahand's height had risen a few points more, his face had already taken off the immaturity of a teenager, the water stains on his body had evaporated, and he changed into an ordinary casual suit.

In the corner of the ground, a pale head stared at the top of the cavern with wide eyes.

"It's almost time to get moving."

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