Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Mist?"

Looking at the mist surging outside the window behind Roger, everyone chewed the hidden meaning behind the word softly.

"Does it represent where he came from, or is it the source of power?"

Everyone's eyes did not communicate, and no one knew what they were thinking.

"I am faceless."

The woman sitting across from Roger spoke up.

"I am the dark soul."

This is the black robe.

"Paladin."

The speaker was a strong man with a rough voice. Roger deliberately glanced at the other party. Basically, they were all strange and strange.

It's rare to meet someone who walks the bright path.

"Haha, Mr. Mist, don't be fooled by his name."

"Can anyone explain to me the rules here?"

Roger's eyes swept across the faces of everyone. He carefully observed everyone, and could even be described as unscrupulous.

But with what happened before, no one stopped him from doing this. For the mysterious and unknown, everyone took a wait-and-see attitude.

"I'll still come."

It was the faceless man who spoke.

"We are foreign guests from different worlds, and we barely have a place in this world."

The faceless man chuckled.

"We have replaced the identity of the original owner of the body, and we can deceive the most familiar lover and relatives and friends, but only we can't deceive the world."

"Every fortnight, we will hold a meeting to exchange information in our hands, exchange information, and avoid some disasters in advance."

"Even if necessary, transactions can be done privately."

"In view of everyone's position,

In this small group, we may not be able to be friends, but at least not enemies. "

The Faceless Man seemed to mean something.

Roger nodded, and Dickinson really hid something from him. The so-called meeting turned out to be held every two weeks, and before he attended, Dickinson might have said hello in advance.

In addition, this time, because of the entire foggy world, other people are not sure about Roger's soul and strength fluctuations.

Under the precaution, no one wants to speak rashly.

"It's a very reasonable rule, and I'm willing to accept it."

Roger smiled, "Just hope no one tries to attack me next time."

After this episode, the meeting quickly returned to normal. Roger sat quietly in the chair, his hands crossed, and the wide robe shrouded the whole person without revealing the slightest skin.

From the conversation, he could roughly distinguish the areas where several people were active, most of them were concentrated in Europe, it seemed that only Abraham was in Armenia, and there were relatively few in other places.

It seems that the original initiator of this organization was active in Europe. As for the specific region, no one wants to expose it.

"I haven't seen Soul Eater for a while. He tricks a newcomer into coming over every once in a while, and then asks us to cooperate with him."

"Doing this kind of thing too much, although it's a bit boring, is still a little good in the end."

Roger's ears perked up when he heard someone talking about Dickinson.

"That guy is dead." Black Soul said coldly.

"You also know?"

A joking voice came, "Speak as if you were there."

Black Soul didn't say a word, "Believe it or not, it's up to you, in short, he's dead."

"What about the man standing behind him?"

"The real Soul Eater."

someone asked curiously.

"Who knows, maybe run away, maybe die, that kind of thing happens every day, it's nothing to discuss."

"Also I've noticed that recent anomalous events seem to have become more frequent, and some even involve dark forces."

"Could this be our chance?"

"I didn't notice anything unusual," the Paladin replied.

"It's business as usual."

"No exception."

"No exception."

"Is it my illusion?"

"Forget it, I'll continue to observe for a while."

The crowd continued to communicate.

Time passed little by little, and Roger sat in the chair without saying a word. He had never heard of many news, but he was also greatly inspired by analogy.

At this moment, a man sitting in the corner raised his head, which surprised Roger. Only when the man's eyes fell on him did he realize that such a person was sitting on the scene.

"What a terrible concealment ability."

Although he is sitting in front of him, he will subconsciously ignore him. If such an ability is used to assassinate...

"This... Mr. Mist."

The man said that he did not introduce himself to Roger, and Roger noticed that the man was not wearing any mask on his face.

Without makeup and hiding, he showed his true face to everyone so generously.

Is this a powerful self-confidence, self-confidence that no one finds him, or is self-confidence even if he finds him, no one can do it?

"After listening for so long, why don't you join us?"

"What's new around you, what's confusing in your life, you can communicate freely here."

This is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, with a pale complexion and no beard. He is around thirty-four or five years old, and his figure has nothing to say.

All he was wearing was an ordinary plaid shirt.

He is too ordinary. The ordinary school is to attend a class reunion.

"Do not."

Roger shook his head.

"I have nothing to communicate with."

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Dear Mr. Mist, do you want to, or do you dare not?"

The corners of the man's mouth rose, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Although I don't know what method you used, you can completely hide the mental fluctuations and soul aura."

"It makes you seem mysterious."

"And many times, mystery often represents power."

"Tsk tsk."

The man shook his head.

"But I don't think so."

"You hide your face, you hide your figure, you hide all your features."

"It's not because you are strong..."

"It's because you are weak!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, everyone in the field was shocked, and all of them turned their attention to Roger at the same time.

"It seems that there is some truth to it."

Black Soul said softly, looking at Roger with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Everyone hides here, but this hiding is restrained, only Roger, because of caution, he subconsciously hides all his information.

And it is precisely because of this caution that his strength is exposed.

Cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, and Roger tried to keep his breathing steady, not even letting his heartbeat change too much.

He thought about it too much, but he didn't expect this last point, but it became his flaw.

The thoughts in his head jumped rapidly, but for a while Roger couldn't think of a better way to deal with it. During his silence, the eyes of others also changed.

At this moment, a sound was caught in his ear, and Roger was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses.

"Ha ha."

He chuckled and leaned back.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A violent sound suddenly came, the house outside the window collapsed, the fog rolled back, and a huge foot fell from the sky.

Even though there is a foggy world and a distance of tens of thousands of miles, that kind of savage power is still deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Roger stood up, his figure overlapped with the huge soles of feet outside the window, and he shook his head indifferently.

"You guys are so boring."

After speaking, he aborted the ceremony, and the figure disappeared in place.

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