A full moon night.

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

"Welcome, my friend."

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

"To be honest, your hair color is very good for you."

"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 looked less cold than before, but more of a bit of barbaric and aggressiveness.

"After the ceremony begins a while, we need to be called by code."

Walk into an empty room.

There was no decoration in the room, only a wooden table and two ordinary chairs.

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

Dickinson took out a weird mask covered with countless swirl-like threads, and each thread of the mask seemed to drill into the wearer's face along the pattern.

Threads of all sizes gather together, making people feel uncomfortable.

"You can call me the Soul-Devourer."

"Give yourself a name."

"Pu"

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

"White Wolf."

Dickinson looked at the mask, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes. In fact, for them, it was often more than just a code name.

"A very appropriate name."

Roger did not speak, but put the wolf-headed mask on his face. He focused his energy, and the concave hole of the mask revealed a pair of yellow vertical pupils.

His aura was strange at this time, with a little cruelty in his restraint, like a wolf with rationality.

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

"This is the preparation materials for communication rituals and the method of drawing magic circles."

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

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

Roger was not worried about what Dickinson gave him. If this thing was really safe and effective, then through his reading, corresponding books would naturally be generated in the Hunter's Lodge.

It is even possible to make targeted improvements.

"The time is almost over, let's start."

Dickinson came to the table and lit the candles standing on seven corners of the magic circle in turn. The white candles ignited orange flames and made a crackling sound.

"Candle is made of ghoul oil and blue fog flower stems, which will help us guide the direction."

He picked up a pack of white powder and sprinkled it gently in the air, waved his hands in the air, and recited a mantra from his mouth.

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

The candle burns, and the flowing white liquid mixed with the powder along the sunken array.

At this time, Dickinson's spell was also pronounced to the end, and Roger felt the powerful aura emanating from Dickinson's body.

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

laugh!

The light of the candle seemed to be absorbed by the magic circle, and then the air in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and several figures that were faintly visible gradually appeared.

The air swings open like water waves, and the traces are gradually expanding. As it extends to both sides, it seems to have contacted other spaces.

Roger and Dickinson sat side by side, and he saw strange figures appearing on both sides of himself.

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

He could see the decorations of the palace nobles and the faceless woman with silver-white masks, and also the cold and darkness as if it were a cellar.

There was even bright sunshine and waves outside the window.

This feeling is very wonderful, and it must be compared to it, just like Roger opened a group chat video on the Internet at the same time.

And they are different from people around the world.

It’s just that the pictures between them are spliced ​​together, which makes the so-called gathering look a bit weird.

"Soul Devourer, long time no see."

The woman wearing a silver-white mask spoke, her voice was crisp, loud in her ears and reflected in her heart.

She glanced at Roger, "Is this the new guy you mentioned to us?"

Roger's eyes narrowed slightly.

Dickinson once told him that the so-called gathering will only be held at the full moon. From the time he promised Dickinson to now, it has not been enough for a month.

The corner of his eyes glanced at Dickinson, but the latter was wearing a mask on his face, and Roger could not guess what he was thinking.

"Maybe I'm overthinking?"

Roger didn't say anything, but secretly remembered it.

"Yes, a new friend."

Dickinson nodded.

"You can call him White Wolf."

"I like this name, and your hair."

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

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

"You mean Duke?"

A cold voice came, "A riot occurred 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."

"Dead."

"Wow..." Someone laughed strangely.

"It's so clear that it's like you're on the scene."

"certainly."

The cold voice sounded again, and the person who spoke was covered in black robe, only a mask carved from bluestone was exposed.

It seems that in addition to the method mentioned by Dickinson, there are other materials that can also resist other people's peeping.

"I'm right there, and I've seen Duke killing him by the Knights."

"Then what?"

"Then I'll kill them." The man in black replied coldly, then coughed lightly, obviously he didn't win easily.

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

He spoke.

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

A pair of dry hands were exposed under the black robe, and a pitch-black feathered arrow was pinching in his hand.

"You are so generous."

Roger sat quietly on the chair, listening to the communication between everyone without saying a word. Sometimes, the little information revealed inadvertently would make Roger's face slightly change.

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

Roger turned sideways slightly and glanced at Dickinson beside him.

Dickinson is a strong man in the Bordeaux region. Judging from the momentum he showed just now, he should be close to the peak of the crescent moon.

but……

Such strength is much worse than the people in front of you.

The more you go, the harder the road to the extraordinary world, the more difficult it is. A level of gap is likely to be the heaven and the earth.

"What qualifications does he have to be on par with these people?"

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

"For example...Yarahhan?"

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

At this moment, a voice came from my heart.
Chapter completed!