Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 270 Assembly

Full moon night.

Carrying a black suitcase, Roger drove to the villa area in the center of Bordeaux.

"You are welcome, my friend."

Dickinson was slightly taken aback when he saw Roger's dyed silver hair.

"To be honest, the current hair color matches you very well."

"Come with me, the ceremony is about to begin."

Dickinson looked much taller than usual, with a bulging gray suit on his body. At this time, he didn't look as gloomy as before, but a bit more savage and aggressive.

"We'll need to match the code names after the ceremony begins."

Go into an empty room.

There is no decoration in the room, just a wood-colored table and two ordinary chairs.

A magic circle has been drawn on the table in advance.

Dickinson took out a bizarre mask that was painted with countless swirling threads, and each thread of the mask seemed to drill into the wearer's face along the lines.

The large and small threads gathered together, making people uncomfortable.

"You can call me Soul Eater."

"Give yourself a name."

"Clap."

Roger opened the black suitcase and took out a unique wolf-head mask.

"White wolf."

Dickinson looked at the mask, and a thought flashed in his eyes. In fact, for them, it was often not just a code name.

"Very apt name."

Roger didn't speak, but put the wolf head mask on his face. He concentrated, and the hole in the mask revealed a pair of yellow vertical pupils.

His aura at this time was very strange, with a bit of ferocity in his restraint, like a rational wolf.

With the yellow vertical pupils, the entire wolf head seems to have life.

"This is the preparation material for the communication ceremony and the method of drawing the magic circle."

"There are also tricks to hide abnormal soul fluctuations. Your mental power seems to be very powerful, and you should be able to master it soon."

Roger opened the booklet in his hand and read it from beginning to end.

Roger is not worried about what Dickinson gave him. If this thing is really safe and effective, then through his reading, the corresponding books will naturally be generated in the hunter's hut.

It may even be possible to make targeted improvements.

"It's almost time, let's get started."

Dickinson came to the table and lit the candles erected at the 7 corners of the circle in turn. The white candles ignited an orange flame and made a crackling sound.

"The candle is made with ghoul oil and blue mist flower stems, and it will help us guide the way."

He picked up a packet of white powder and sprinkled it lightly in the air, waving his hands in the air, and chanting a spell in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the white powder spread evenly on the magic circle drawn on the table as if it had life.

candle burning,

The white liquid flowing down mixed with the powder along the sunken circle.

At this time, Dickinson's incantation came to an end, and Roger felt a strong breath emanating from Dickinson's body.

He frowned, Dickinson's strength was beyond his imagination.

laugh!

The light of the candle seemed to be absorbed by the magic circle, and then the air in front of him seemed to be covered with a veil, and a few looming figures gradually appeared.

The air swayed like water waves, and the traces were gradually expanding. In the process of extending to both sides, it seemed to touch other spaces.

Roger and Dickinson were sitting side by side, and he saw strange figures appearing to his left and right.

After a minute, the scene in front of me stabilized, and several different "windows" were spliced together to form a weird conference room.

He could see the decorations like the nobles of the court, the faceless woman with the silver-white mask, and the darkness as cold as a cellar.

There's even bright sunlight and waves outside the window.

This kind of feeling is very strange. If I have to compare it, it is like Roger opened a group chat video on the Internet at the same time.

And different people from all over the world.

It's just that the pictures between each other are spliced together, which makes the so-called gathering look a bit weird.

"Soul Eater, long time no see."

The woman with the silver-white mask opened her mouth and said, her voice was crisp, resounding in her ears and reflected in her heart.

She glanced at Roger. "This is the new guy you and we mentioned?"

Roger's eyes narrowed slightly.

Dickinson told him that the so-called assembly would only be held on a full moon, and it had not been a month since he promised Dickinson.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dickinson, but the latter wore a mask on his face, and Roger couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"Maybe I think too much?"

Roger didn't say a word, but secretly made a note of it.

"Yes, a new friend."

Dickinson nodded.

"Everyone can call him White Wolf."

"I love the name, and your hair."

The woman glanced at Roger, but did not introduce her plans.

Dickinson looked around. "Where's the big bat?"

"You mean Duke?"

An indifferent voice came, "There was a riot in a small town in Faku. If I guessed correctly, it should be caused by that guy."

"But he was unlucky and ran into the Royal Knights."

"died."

"Wow..." Someone laughed strangely.

"Say so clearly, as if you were there."

"certainly."

The indifferent voice sounded again, and the whole body of the speaker was covered by a black robe, revealing only a mask carved from bluestone.

It seems that in addition to the method mentioned by Dickinson, there are other materials that can resist the prying eyes of others.

"I was there, watching Duke get killed by the Knights."

"and then?"

"Then I killed them." The man in black robe replied indifferently, and then coughed lightly, obviously he won't win easily.

"I need a little bit of the devil's spinal fluid."

he opened his mouth.

"If anyone is willing to offer it, I can give him a gadget."

A pair of dry hands were exposed under the black robe, holding a jet-black feather arrow in his hand.

"You are really generous."

Roger sat quietly in the chair and listened to the exchanges between everyone without saying a word. Sometimes a little information revealed inadvertently would make Roger's face change slightly.

These guys are stronger than him, much stronger. According to Roger's guess, the weakest of them all have at least the strength of the full moon peak.

Roger turned slightly to the side and glanced at Dickinson beside him.

Dickinson is considered a strong man in the Bordeaux area. Judging from the momentum he just showed, he should be close to the crescent peak.

but……

This kind of strength is much worse than the people in front of him.

The road to the extraordinary world is getting more and more difficult, and the gap of one level is likely to be the sky and the earth.

"What qualifications does he have on an equal footing with these people?"

"Or... Dickinson doesn't represent himself, but someone behind him."

"Like...Araham?"

His pupils shrank, and Roger felt as if he had caught something.

Just then, a voice came to mind.

"Young man, what are you thinking?"

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