Demon Hunter and His Hut

Roger looked around and counted the one led by Dickinson. This was the fourth time he had participated in the Foreign Spirit Conference.

This time the number of people is the largest.

"In fact, not everyone regularly attends meetings. The most active ones are just a few of us."

The black soul's hoarse voice sounded.

"It seems that everyone is moved by the pale blood in Mr. Mist's hands."

While talking, he quickly glanced at a figure sitting not far away, an ordinary-looking man.

He once clashed with Roger, and then suffered. Many people suspected that it was the mysterious Mr. Mist who did some tricks in secret.

"It looks like everyone can't wait."

Roger was talking, but his eyes were watching Araham not far away.

Araham was wearing a mask, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but he folded his hands on the table, breathing smoothly, not at all the anxious appearance he had last time.

"This guy is a little too calm."

Roger thought in his heart, and continued: "If there is nothing else, then we will start directly."

What he plays is a powerful Mr. Mist, self-holding identity will naturally not be attached to other insignificant people, and the less communication the better.

"Ok."

Everyone said in unison.

"Then who will start first?"

Roger asked.

"Please wait a minute."

A man wearing a human skin mask said, "I took the liberty to interrupt you Mr. Mist. After all, we learned the news from other people. So before we start trading, we hope to see that unique paleness. Blood."

"This request is not excessive."

Roger thought for a moment and nodded.

In fact, the only thing he cared about was Araham's reaction. Although he didn't know what happened to make Araham so calm, maybe he could stimulate his emotions by taking out the pale blood again.

The pale flame in the lantern was burning, and the peculiar throbbing came. Although the expressions of the people could not be seen, the slight reaction of their bodies at this time was enough to explain everything.

Araham didn't look squint, and always kept sitting in a tight manner.

"This guy?"

Roger suddenly thought of Dickinson before.

"Could it be that the person in front of me is not Araham at all, but a puppet pushed to the stage by him?"

"Where did the real Araham go?"

"What is his purpose for doing this?"

While thinking, he put away the lantern in his hand.

"Can you start now?"

"My time is limited. My pet is hungry. I don't want it to wait too long. It will mess up my garden."

As soon as Roger's voice fell, a cloud of white mist floated outside the window. The dense fog became thicker and heavier. Everyone stared at everything.

They all have heard about the legends of monsters in the mist.

Bang bang bang!

Before long, heavy footsteps came.

Then the mist broke open, and huge soles of feet fell from the sky.

After a long time.

The voice gradually faded away, but everyone present did not recover from the shock just now.

"what is that?"

The person who saw this scene for the first time asked silently.

The more you know, the more fear.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be just a huge monster, but everyone present will think of more.

Who created it?

Is it only one or one community?

What is the food source of this terrible creature?

If you start with this, there are too many topics to discuss.

"Who will come first?" Roger asked again, with a little urgency in his voice.

"It's me."

The guy with the human skin mask spoke.

"I have a few precious and extraordinary materials in my hand, the tail bones of the manticore, the heart of the troll, the ears of the swamp witch..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone beside him interrupted him with a smile.

"Skinner, are you kidding me?"

"Don't talk about Mr. Mist, even I look down on these things in your hands. If there is no better item, don't waste everyone's time here."

The human skin mask on the man's face squirmed, seeming to indicate his mood at this time.

"I also have a precious vampire tooth. That vampire almost reached advanced level..."

If it had been before, Roger might still be heart-warming, but at this time he just carelessly rubbed the lines on the table.

As if searching for some mystery.

After his impatience was passed on, the guy named Skinner suddenly closed his mouth, and the next moment he didn't even say hello, he abruptly ended the ceremony and disappeared in place.

"Stupid."

The man who spoke just now sneered.

"Mr. Mist, you can call me the flame demon."

"I can provide three things, the spinal fluid of the demon bull demon, the crystalline heart condensed from the death of three ghost dogs, and the last thing, the skull of the demon Sfenris!"

"demon?!"

Everyone cast a surprised look at him. Although other extraordinary materials are rare, they can still be found as long as they search carefully.

But creatures like demons don't exist in ordinary planes. They are too mysterious. They meet by chance, and I don't know if it is good luck or bad luck.

Most of the demons have combat power above Tier 4, and this guy named Balrog is able to take out the devil's skull, which is really a bloodshed.

"This is a high-level material, but unfortunately, my current strength is too weak and I can't use it at all. In this case, it's better to exchange it for some necessary items."

"For example, the key to entering Tier 4."

"Well... the devil's skull is a bit interesting, I would like to study it, but before that, I need to take a look at the things in other people's hands."

"This is natural." The Flame Demon smiled, obviously confident in what he was holding.

"Next one."

Now that Roger will finish reading the things in everyone's hands, then everyone will display the items they can exchange in the order of their seats.

The things that everyone can take out are completely different, and there are many kinds of them, and there are several of them that made Roger couldn't help but be moved while his vision was wide open.

"If it's not for Araham, I really want to change a few of them."

A man named Shark took out a harp, which was a powerful cursed item. Although it was used under harsh conditions, after it was activated, even the transcendents at the third-level peak would be affected.

According to him, he used this treasure to form a large force in a certain area in eastern Europe, and it might not be exchanged if it weren't for the purpose of entering the fourth tier.

Roger noticed that Araham didn't squint ~www.NovelMTL.com~ as if he didn't care when others showed what he was holding.

What exactly is he holding in his hand that can confidently overwhelm everyone present?

"It's your turn, Soul Eater."

The Black Soul sitting far away suddenly spoke.

He let out a weird laugh, "You seem to be indifferent to the treasures that everyone offers, take it out, let us see, what have you prepared?"

Araham raised his head, and the lines on the mask seemed to draw human souls in.

"The items everyone provided are very precious." He spread his hands.

"I didn't prepare anything."

"Don't participate in this transaction!"

As soon as his voice fell, Roger's heart stopped abruptly, and his eyes shrank like needles.

What is this guy... planning to do? !