Chapter 1160: Chapter 807: Let’s Play a Ga of Gwent Cards
The eting with the Lord of the Mist was not as confrontational as imagined. After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the room surprisingly beca much calr.
The Lord of the Mist crossed his hands and looked at Roger with interest, seemingly wanting to ask sothing, but after a mont, he waved his hand, and two exquisite card decks appeared on the table.
“How about a ga of Gwent Cards!”
To be honest, in the world of Wizards, there is no better way to communicate than through a ga of Gwent.
For so reason, Roger nodded without hesitation.
“I only use the Empire deck.”
The Empire ntioned by the Lord of the Mist refers to Nivagard.
“And you?” he asked casually.
“Scoia’tael, I guess.” Roger didn’t really mind; it’s just that the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange at this mont, and he didn’t even want to actively disrupt this harmony.
The two were not using simple tactics, and in fact, winning or losing wasn’t important—what mattered was the effort from two outsiders to find common ground.
This might be so kind of instinct.
During the course of playing, the Lord of the Mist often seed distracted, and there was no strategy to speak of in the entire ga, basically playing wherever he thought of.
Roger was the sa; though they played back and forth at the table, both were actually daydreaming.
“Where do you co from?” the Lord of the Mist suddenly asked.
Roger opened his mouth, realizing that his situation was completely different from the man before him.
The Lord of the Mist ca to this world with a mission and mories, even using his own body; no matter how vast this world is, he is just a passerby.
Nivagard is his true holand.
As for him…
“Rivia,” Roger said with a bitter smile.
“Oh…”
Playing two cards, the Lord of the Mist responded.
“That’s a nice place.”
Muttering casually, the room fell silent once more.
The peace before them was a re illusion; it felt more like the calm before a storm, and Roger could already sense the impending crisis.
Clutching the cards in his hand, the Lord of the Mist remained motionless for a long ti before suddenly looking up.
“Was everything alright there when you left?”
After saying this, his eyes surged with emotions, almost overwhelming Roger with the longing within.
Roger wasn’t sure how long the Lord of the Mist had stayed on this plane, but it must have been an extrely long period.
Even with a will of iron and an unyielding determination, everything eventually decays in the face of ti, and it’s hard to imagine how this man persevered.
“I…” Roger opened his mouth, with many mories about that world in his mind, but honestly, he didn’t know if those were real experiences or just forced deposits by the world’s will.
Where should he start?
Should he talk about the turmoil at Kaer Morhen, the invasion of Nivagard, or the Skellige Archipelago?
“Don’t!”
The face of the Lord of the Mist suddenly changed, he furrowed his brows and stopped Roger, then forcefully played his cards.
Their hearts were clearly not on the ga, but it’s undeniable that it was through this deck of Gwent Cards that they had any opportunity to talk.
From this man, Roger felt boundless power.
Without even making a move, he knew for sure that he was no match for the Lord of the Mist.
This feeling was strange, an impression etched into Roger’s mind upon their first eting, as if it were a rule.
Facing others, Roger might have confidence in turning the tides, but this guy in front of him ca from the sa place.
Therefore, he must also carry the world’s awareness gift to him, and this present should be stronger than what was given to Roger.
After all, the world at that ti was still quite complete, with more powerful rules in play, unlike Roger’s basic embryonic form, which required him to fight for everything.
“You don’t need to tell .”
“I will see it with my own eyes.”
“After waiting so many years, a little more ti won’t matter.” The Lord of the Mist’s gaze beca firm again, and at this mont, he also played his last card.
With his hands crossed, he leaned back and gazed calmly at Roger.
“Your turn.”
Roger took a deep breath and stroked the cards on the table.
He understood the aning behind the Lord of the Mist’s words; he was being asked about his stance.
“You don’t want to kill ?”
“After all, it was who killed Hamza, and I have suffered nurous attacks from you before, which makes it hard for to determine your stance.”
“With my heart, even a dog could reach the Four Rings.”
“There are many rumors about outside, most of which are wrong. People are always afraid of what they don’t understand. The best way to dispel this fear is to turn the unknown into the known.”
“Even if this known still carries a tint of mysterious power, it’s much better than complete ignorance.”
“Actually, many things you’ve seen are manipulated by Hamza, who is closer to the overall descriptions you find about in rumors.”
“I don’t like your outfit, nor your scent, as Demonic Hunters are just a type of product in the experint…”
“I know this statent might be unpleasant to you, but that’s the fact. In my eyes, you’re no different from the Vampires and Deerhead Spirits that are placed on the table.”
“I don’t know why you are here, given that your power ceiling is so low; just look at you now…”
The Lord of the Mist studied Roger.
“Third Ring… hmmm… seems like there’s sothing hidden, but at most, it’s just Four Rings.”
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