The meeting with the Lord of Mist was not as tense as imagined. After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the room became much calmer.

The Lord of the Mist crossed his hands and looked at Roger with interest. He seemed to want to ask something, but after a moment he waved his hand and two exquisite cards appeared on the table.

"Get a game of Gunte!"

To be honest, there is no better way to communicate in the world of wizards than Quint.

By the way, Roger nodded without hesitation.

“I only use the Empire deck.”

The empire mentioned by Lord of the Mist is Nifergad.

"Where are you?" he asked casually.

"Squirrel Party." Roger didn't care, but the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange at this time, and he was even unwilling to take the initiative to disrupt this harmony.

The two of them did not use simple play, and in fact, winning or losing was not important. What was important was that the two foreigners worked hard to find common ground between them.

This may be an instinct.

During the game, the Lord of Mist is often lost in his mind and has no strategy in the whole game. He basically plays wherever he wants.

The same is true for Roger. He was traveling back and forth on the table, but in fact he was in a state of wandering around.

"Where are you from?" Lord of the Mist suddenly spoke.

Roger opened his mouth, and he realized that his situation was completely different from the man in front of him.

The Lord of Mist comes to this world with his mission and memory, and even uses his own body to come to this world. No matter how big the world is in front of him, he is just a passerby.

Niphgaard is his hometown.

And he...

"Livia." Roger smiled bitterly.

"oh……"

Playing two cards, the Lord of the Mist responded.

“That’s a good place.”

He muttered casually and the room fell silent again.

The peace in front of you is just an illusion, it is more like the tranquility before the storm. Roger has already felt the coming crisis.

Holding the card in his hand, the Lord of Mist did not move for a long time, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head.

"When you left, was there okay?"

When he said this, the emotions in his eyes surged, and the desire inside almost drowns Roger.

Roger didn't know how long the Lord of the Mist stayed in this plane, but that should have been an extremely long period of time.

Even with the will of steel and the determination of extremely firmness, facing time, all this will eventually decay, and it is hard for him to imagine how this man persisted.

"I..." Roger opened his mouth. Although there were many memories of that world in his mind, to be honest, he didn't know that it was a real experience, or that it was just a forced indoctrination of the will of the world for him.

Where should he start?

Tell me about the unrest in Kelmohan, the invasion of Nifergad, or the Skeliger Islands?

"Stop talking!"

Lord of the Mist's face changed suddenly. He frowned and stopped Roger, and then played the card in his hand roughly.

The two of them were obviously not in the card table, but it has to be said that it was precisely because of this deck of Gent that they had the possibility of sitting down and talking.

In this man, Roger felt the power of the vastness.

Without even taking action, he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of the Lord of Mist.

This feeling is very strange. When we first met, it was like a rule that came into Roger's mind.

Facing others, Roger may have the confidence to turn the tables against the wind, but the guy in front of him comes from the same place as him.

Then he must also carry the gift left to him by the consciousness of the world, and this gift should be stronger than being given to Roger.

After all, the world was relatively complete at that time, and the rules that could be used were even stronger. Unlike Roger, it was just a basic prototype, everything required one's own struggle.

"Don't tell me."

"I'll see it with my own eyes."

"I've been waiting for so many years and it's not too late to do this." Lord of the Mist's eyes became firm again, and at this time he also played the last card in his hand.

With his hands crossed, he leaned back and looked at Roger with a calm look.

"It's your turn."

Roger took a deep breath and rubbed the cards on the table.

He understood the meaning of the words of Lord of the Mist, and he asked about Roger's attitude.

"You won't kill me?"

"After all, Hamza was killed by me, and I've been attacked several times from you, which makes it difficult for me to judge your position."

"A dog can become a four-ring with my heart."

"Many rumors about me from the outside world are wrong, and people are always full of fear of things they don't understand. The best way to eliminate this fear is to make the unknown become known."

"Even if this known has a mysterious and powerful color, it is much better than not knowing it completely."

"In fact, many of the things you see are controlled by Hamza, and he is closer to the rumored description of me as a whole."

"I don't like your outfit, I don't like your taste. After all, the Demon Hunter is just a product in the experiment..."

"I know this statement will make you uncomfortable, but that's the case. In my eyes, there is no difference between you and the vampire on the table, the deer-headed spirit."

"I don't know why you are here. After all, your power limit is too low. Look at you now..."

Lord of the Mist looked at Roger.

"The third ring...well... seems to be something hidden, but at best it is just the fourth ring."

"This may be quite powerful in your eyes, but in fact, with your current abilities, you will never be able to break through again in this plane."

"It's not your fault, but your ability should be like this."

"What is the Demon Hunter?" Lord of the Mist smiled.

"The nemesis of the monster?"

"A cold-blooded executioner, or a freak in the conversation of ordinary people?"

There is no hiddenness, and the disdain of the Lord of the Mist is engraved in every expression on his face.

"You are just weapons, like swords and daggers, and we are the ones who hold the weapons tightly."

"Maybe the situation is really bad, maybe there are thousands of demon hunters like you. After all, your goals are smaller and less likely to attract the attention of the entire plane."

"Accumulate small amounts and make a lot more, there may be unexpected gains."

"So, although I don't like it, but if our goals are consistent, I can still bear it..."

Roger understood the meaning of the Lord of Mist. It seems that only the Initial Dragon knows better about the person in front of him. The rest of the so-called understanding is all speculations of catching wind and shadows.

But Hamza was pushed to the front of the stage by the Lord of Mist.

No, he may not have this meaning, many things are made by Hamza.

It seemed that in an instant, Roger resolved the biggest crisis that enveloped him. He and the Lord of Mist came from the same place, with the same goal as each other. It seemed that not only was he not an enemy, but he might become companions.

But when he noticed the expression of the Lord of Mist, Roger was not feeling relaxed, and he still had many questions in his heart that he had not solved it.

"Why not leave here?"

"What did you not get, or did someone stop you from leaving?"

Roger asked.

The Lord of Mist is much stronger than him. He has been operating in this plane for countless years, and the resources he controls are beyond his imagination.

And his obsession was so deep that if the conditions had been met, he would have left here long ago.

"Is it the initial dragon?" Roger asked tentatively.

"That woman?" Lord of the Mist snorted coldly, "She deserves it too?"

"Hmph, if it weren't for her sneak attack in the last war, I would have controlled the entire plane long ago without having to wait for another round..."

Halfway through the words, the Lord of the Mist suddenly shut his mouth.

"Oh...have you seen her?"

"It shouldn't be." Before Roger could answer, he shook his head on his own.

"A low-key person who only shows off his body." The Lord of the Mist seemed to disdain some of the practices of the Initial Dragon.

"What are you worried about? Worrying that we will fail?"

"Worrying that we can't go home?"
To be continued...