"Mist?"

Looking at the slight mist surging outside the window behind Roger, everyone whispered the meaning hidden behind the word.

"Does it represent where he comes, or the origin of power?"

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

"I'm a faceless man."

The woman sitting opposite Roger spoke.

"I'm a dark soul."

This is the man in black robe.

"Paladin."

The person who spoke was a strong man with a rough voice. Roger looked at the other party with a special glance. They were basically the stranger people coming from other worlds.

It is rare to meet someone who takes a bright route.

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

"Can anyone explain the rules here to me?"

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

But with the previous incident, no one stopped him from doing this, and everyone was waiting and watching the mysterious and unknown.

"I'll do it."

The person who spoke was a faceless man.

"We are visitors from different worlds from different worlds, and we have barely a place to stay in this world."

The faceless man chuckled.

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

"Every half a month, we will hold a meeting to exchange information in our hands, communicate whether there are any or not, and avoid some disasters in advance."

"It is even necessary to trade privately."

"Given 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 have some meaning.

Roger nodded. Dickinson indeed concealed something from him. The so-called meeting was held once every half month, and before he attended, Dickinson might have said hello in advance.

In addition, this time, due to the entire foggy world, others were unable to grasp Roger's soul aura and strength fluctuations.

When you are wary of something, no one wants to speak rashly.

"I'm willing to accept the rules."

Roger smiled, "Just hope no one will try to attack me again next time."

After this episode, the meeting quickly returned to normal. Roger sat quietly on the chair. His hands crossed, and his wide robe covered his whole body without revealing his skin.

From the conversation, he could roughly distinguish the areas where the people were active, most of which were concentrated in Europe, while only Yarakan in Menia seemed to be in Yarakan, while fewer in other places.

It seems that the initial initiator of this organization was in Europe, and no one was willing to expose the specific areas.

"For a while, I haven't seen the Soul-Devourer. He would trick a newcomer over every once in a while and let us cooperate with him."

"It's boring to do too much of this kind of thing, but it still has some benefits in the end."

When Roger heard someone talking about Dickinson, he couldn't help but prick up his ears.

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

"You know again?"

A joking voice came, "It's like you're on the scene."

The black soul didn't say anything, "Believe it or not, he is dead."

"Where is the person standing behind him?"

"That real soul-eating man."

Someone asked curiously.

"Who knows, maybe he ran away, maybe he died, this kind of thing happens every day, and there is nothing worth discussing."

"In addition, I noticed that the recent abnormal events seem to have become more frequent, and some even involve dark forces."

“Will this be our chance?”

"I didn't notice the abnormality." The Paladin replied.

“As usual.”

"No exception."

"No exception."

"Is it my illusion?"

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

Everyone continued to communicate.

Time passed little by little, and Roger always sat on the chair and didn't say a word. He had never heard of many news before, but it was also very inspiring to him by analogy.

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

"What a terrible hidden ability."

He was sitting in front of him, but he would subconsciously ignore him. If such ability was used to assassinate...

"This...Mr. Mist."

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

Without makeup or hiding, he showed his true face to everyone so openly.

This is a strong self-confidence. No one finds him, or does it mean that even if he finds him, no one can do it?

"After listening for so long, why not join us?"

"If you have any new things around you and any confusion in your life, you can communicate freely here."

This is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, with a pale face and no beard. He is about 34 or 35 years old, and his figure is not worth telling.

He was wearing only an ordinary plaid shirt.

He is too ordinary, an ordinary school attends a class reunion.

"No."

Roger shook his head.

“I have nothing to communicate with.”

"Hmph!"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Dear Mr. Mistress, do you don't want to, or dare?"

The man's mouth raised, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

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

"This makes you look mysterious."

"And many times, mystery often represents strength."

"Tsk tsk."

The man shook his head.

"But I don't think so."

"You hide your appearance, your figure, and all your characteristics."

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

"But because you are weak!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone in the field was shocked, and everyone betted on Roger at the same time.

"It seems that there is some truth."

The black soul said softly, and the gaze that looked at Roger had already brought a hint of suspicion.

Everyone has something to hide here, but this kind of hiding is restrained, only Roger, because of caution, subconsciously hid all his information.

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

Cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and Roger tried hard to keep his breathing stable, not even letting his heartbeat change too much.

He thought too much, but he didn't expect that this last point would become his flaw.

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

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

"hehe."

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 it is a foggy world and tens of thousands of miles away, the wilderness-like power is still deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

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

"You guys are so bored."
Chapter completed!