Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 270: assembly

　　 The night of the full moon.

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

　　 "Welcome, my friend."

　　 Seeing Roger's silver hair, Dickinson was taken aback.

　　 "To be honest, my hair color now matches you very well."

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

　　 Dickinson looked much taller than usual, and his gray suit was bulging. At this time, he didn't look as cold as before, but a bit more brutal and aggressive.

　　 "Wait for a while after the ceremony begins, we need to be commensurate with the code name."

　　 walked into an empty room.

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

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

　　 Dickinson took out a weird mask painted with countless spiral threads. Each thread of the mask seemed to go along the lines into the wearer's face.

　　 Large and small threads gather together, making people feel uncomfortable.

　　 "You can call me the Soul Eater."

　　 "Choose a name for yourself."

　　 "Pattern."

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

　　 "White wolf."

　　 Dickinson glanced at the mask, and a thought flashed in his eyes. In fact, for them, many times it was more than just a code name.

　　 "A very apt name."

　　 Roger did not speak, but put the wolf head mask on his face. He concentrated, and a pair of yellow vertical pupils were exposed from the holes in the mask.

　　 His breath at this time is very peculiar, with a bit of cruelty in restraint, like a sane wolf.

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

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

　　 "There are also tips for concealing abnormal soul fluctuations. Your mental power seems to be very strong, and you should be able to master it soon."

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

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

　　 It is even possible to make targeted improvements.

　　 "Time is almost up, let's start."

　　 Dickinson came to the table and lit the seven candles erected on the corners of the array one by one. The white candles ignited an orange flame and made a light crackling noise.

　　 "The candle is made with ghoul oil and blue mist flower stems. It will help us guide the direction."

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

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

　　 The candle burned, and the flowing white liquid mixed with the powder along the sunken circle.

　　 At this time, Dickinson's spell was also finished, and Roger felt a powerful breath emanating from Dickinson's body.

　　 He frowned, Dickinson's strength is still above his imagination.

　　嗤!

　　 The light of the candle seemed to have been absorbed by the magic circle, and the air immediately in front of me seemed to be covered with a veil, and several looming figures gradually appeared.

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

　　 Roger and Dickinson were sitting side by side, and he saw strange figures appearing on both sides of him.

　　 One minute later, 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 of the court nobles and the faceless women with silver masks, and he could see the darkness as cold as a cellar.

　　 There is even bright sunlight and waves outside the window.

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

　　 and is a different person from all over the world.

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

　　 "Soul Eater, long time no see."

　　 The woman with a silver-white mask opened her mouth, her voice was crisp, ringing in her ears, reflecting in her heart.

　　 She glanced at Roger, "Is this the new person you and we mentioned?"

　　 Roger's eyes narrowed slightly.

　　 Dickinson said to him that the so-called rally will only be held when the full moon is complete. From when he promised Dickinson to now, there is not enough time for a month.

　　The corner of his eye glanced at Dickinson, but the latter was wearing 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 wrote down his heart.

　　 "Yes, a new friend."

　　 Dickinson nodded.

　　 "Everyone can call him a white wolf."

　　 "I like this name and your hair."

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

　　 Dickinson looked around, "Where is that big bat?"

　　 "You mean Duke?"

　　 An indifferent voice came, "There was a riot in a small town in Faku. If I'm not mistaken, that guy should have caused it."

　　 "But he was out of luck and ran into the Royal Knights."

"died."

　　 "Wow..." Someone gave a weird laugh.

　　 "Speak so clearly, as if you were on the scene."

"of course."

　　 The indifferent voice sounded again, and the speaker was covered in black robe, only a mask carved from bluestone was exposed.

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

　　 "I was there, seeing Duke with my own eyes was killed by the Knights."

"and then?"

　　 "Then I killed them." The black-robed man replied indifferently, and then coughed slightly. It was obvious that he didn't win easily.

　　 "I need some spinal fluid from the demon cow demon."

　　 he said.

　　 "If someone is willing to provide, I can give him a gadget."

　　 A pair of dry hands were exposed under the black robe, and a jet black feather arrow was pinched in his hands.

　　 "You are really generous."

　　 Roger sat quietly on the chair, UU reading www. uukanshu.com listened to the communication among the people without saying a word, and sometimes a little information revealed inadvertently would make Roger's face slightly change.

　　 The strength of these guys is stronger than him, much stronger. According to Roger's guess, the weakest of them all have at least the strength of Full Moon Peak.

　　 Roger turned sideways slightly and glanced at Dickinson beside him.

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

　　 But...

　　 This kind of strength is far worse than these people in front of him.

　　 The road to the transcendental world is getting harder and harder as it goes up. The gap of one level is likely to be heaven and earth.

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

　　 "Or... Dickinson does not represent himself, but someone behind him."

　　 "For example...Araham?"

　　 His pupils shrank slightly, 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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