"What's wrong, a little disappointed?"

　　 Henrik seemed to see something unusual about Roger, he glanced at Ingmar next to him, and laughed.

　　 "Look at what I do?"

　　 Ingmar snorted coldly.

　　 "A good man is always favored by a woman."

　　 "Unlike some people..."

　　 The expression on Henrik's face froze, he opened his mouth, but in the end he wisely swallowed the rest of the words.

　　 After an instant adjustment, the expression on Roger's face has returned to normal. He shook the white paper in his hand, leaning forward slightly, and the light from the corner of his eye quickly swept across the faces of the two of them.

　　 "Can't they see?"

　　 "Is it some kind of spell?"

　　 A sentence on the paper reveals Roger's most important secret.

　　 The identity of this body is like a time bomb, which makes Roger unable to feel at ease.

　　 folded the letter paper in his hand and put it into the envelope, Roger stood up and found the waiter who had just left.

　　 "Who gave you this letter?"

　　 Roger raised the envelope in his hand.

　　 "I'm sorry, I can't remember either."

　　The waiter thought hard, "Maybe it's too busy these days, I just remember to give it to you."

　　 Roger sighed. It seemed that he couldn't find any clues from the young man in front of him.

　　 his eyes swept across the faces of the demon hunters in the bar.

　　 "Will the other party hide in the crowd and observe my reaction?"

　　'S heart sank slightly, and the caring was chaotic, and his reaction just now was indeed a little ill-considered.

　　 But such a determined words, it means that the other party really knows something, it shouldn't be a temptation.

　　Roger returned to his seat and didn't mention the matter again. The three of them talked casually, but Roger's attention was all on the surrounding environment.

　　 The Voodoo Association has collapsed, and Henrik’s vacation is meaningless. After a simple snack at noon, the three drove to the Hunter’s Guild together.

　　 This is the second time Roger has come here. Compared with the desertedness of the last time, the hunter guild is crowded with people, and there are many people standing in the empty hall.

　　 Several of them showed their special aura without concealment.

　　 "Several elites in the demon hunter family."

　　 Henrik sneered.

　　 "Hmm, I thought I was..."

　　Since Roger learned about Henrik’s past, this guy always starts to make a sentence with thinking about it.

　　 Once or twice, it’s okay, I listened a lot...

　　 Avoiding Henrik’s language bombardment, Roger came to a separate window.

　　 "I have just been promoted to Extraordinary, come here to register."

　　 The person in charge of receiving is a girl with a ponytail. She glanced at Roger in surprise, "What's going on these days? People who enter the supernatural are getting younger and younger."

　　 swiftly recorded Roger's basic information, "Please go up to the second floor, and we will have a special person to receive you."

　　 Holding a badge, Roger came to a room on the second floor. He was about to reach out and knock on the door. The door opened and a familiar face appeared at the door.

　　 "Peter?"

　　 "Roger!"

　　 The two looked at each other and said at the same time.

　　 "Are you transcendent?"

　　 Then the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

　　 "You go in first, and I will talk to you later."

　　 Roger pushed the door in, and there was only one person sitting in the empty room.

　　 "Mr. Dickinson..."

　　 Roger's eyes flashed.

　　 Dickinson squinted and sat behind the chair. Even with a smile on his face, the search in his eyes still made people feel uncomfortable.

　　 "Mr. Roger, I said we would meet again."

　　 "Do you think I can enter the supernatural?"

　　 Roger was slightly surprised.

　　 "No, no, no."

　　 Dickinson shook his head, "That's two different things."

　　 "Please sit down."

　　 He pointed to a chair across the table, "Would you like something to drink?"

　　 The conversation between the two is very similar to the last time they met at the University of Bordeaux.

"no, thank you."

　　Roger still finds it difficult to adapt to Dickinson's special gaze.

　　 Dickinson took a sip, looked up at Roger, and then asked casually:

　　 "Have I received my letter to you?"

　　 "Letter?"

　　 The surprise in his eyes flashed, Roger tried to suppress the emotion in his heart, "Oh?"

　　 "You mean the joke someone made to me yesterday, a blank letter paper?"

"Ha ha."

　　 Dickinson twitched his cheeks, showing an ugly smile.

　　 "Is it blank letter paper, only you know best."

　　 He put down the cup and looked at Roger calmly.

　　 "Don't be nervous, Mr. Roger, I am not your enemy."

　　 "To be precise..."

　　 "We are the same kind!"

　　 Roger looked at Dickinson and said nothing.

　　 "I understand that aliens like us are squeezed out of the original world, but are not compatible with other worlds. It is necessary to be vigilant to anyone."

　　 He spread his hands.

　　 "But in this crisis-ridden world, we should stay together to keep warm."

　　 Dickinson's voice gradually became low, but at this moment, Roger suddenly stood up.

　　 "Mr. Dickinson, I don't know what you are talking about. Is the recording work over?"

　　 "My friend is still waiting for me."

　　 "Hey."

　　 Dickinson gave a weird laugh, "Don't worry, Mr. Roger, you can leave at any time."

　　 "I know it is difficult to win your trust in such an environment, but I believe you will come back to me."

　　 "Before your body has a problem."

　　 "Like I said before, we will meet again."

"Will!"

　　 Even if there are countless questions in his mind, Roger dare not show a single trace in this room at this time.

　　 He was even afraid of opening the door, facing countless guns.

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 reached out and touched the door, but Dickinson's voice came from behind.

　　 "There is something I need to notify you, the new supernatural being, the elite hunter Roger, although you do not belong to the hunter guild, you are transcendent in Bordeaux.

　　 "According to the rules, you need to enter Crescent City to complete a mission for the Hunter Guild."

　　Roger turned around~lightnovelpub.net~ is it mandatory?"

　　 "Not really."

　　 "The Cursed Land and the real world influence each other. You have entered the extraordinary in the Bordeaux area. In a sense, Crescent City may have an extra monster because of your promotion."

"and so……"

　　 Roger nodded and understood what Dickinson meant.

　　 "When is there a requirement for the difficulty of the task?"

　　 "Extraordinary tasks should be completed within one year."

"I know."

　　 Roger did not rashly agree, he planned to go back and ask.

　　 "Nothing else."

　　 Dickinson finally exhorted: "Goodbye, Mr. Roger, I hope we meet next time, your body hasn't broken yet."

　　 "Hey, once this thing breaks..."

　　 Dickinson gave a weird smile.

　　 "You can only change another one."

　　 "However, it is too difficult to find a suitable body."

"good luck."

　　

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