Chapter 312: Chapter 312 Please Call Mist Chapter 312: Chapter 312 Please Call Mist The materials necessary for the communication ritual were not hard to find. After parting ways with Dickinson last ti, Roger had already prepared several sets of materials.
If necessary, he could now attempt to communicate at any ti.
However, considering the secrecy of communication, Roger hesitated for a mont before a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind.
After returning to his room, Roger took out so potions from the Storage Box and disguised his appearance.
This ti he didn’t choose the wolf head mask he had used previously, but instead took out the raw materials and carved a brand-new mask.
The sharp bird’s beak curved slightly downward, with a hint of crimson added to the tip.
A crow mask.
After carefully checking his reflection in the mirror several tis, Roger was very satisfied with his new appearance; he did not plan to use his previous identity.
After all, it was Dickinson who had brought him to this so-called eting where the other attendees had acted very strangely.
And that woman wearing the faceless mask also gave so warnings. Combining this with Dickinson’s subsequent behavior and Abraham’s goals, it wasn’t hard for Roger to guess so of Dickinson’s intentions.
If he were to participate in this so-called eting with his real face, he would likely draw the attention of others.
While this wasn’t too significant, what worried Roger was Abraham.
Since Abraham also knew about the eting, now that Dickinson was dead, would Gallagher—who had escaped—take the initiative to join the eting?
And would he use the relationships of other mbers at the eting to find Roger’s location?
It was very possible.
But if Roger were to assu a different identity and pass the initial suspicion of others, he would be turning passivity into initiative in the following interactions.
He could even use so information to mislead Abraham, or even…
Give Abraham a big surprise.
Roger’s thoughts spun in his head.
If he failed, the loss wouldn’t be significant; at most, he wouldn’t be able to attend the eting again or obtain secret information from others.
But such a small loss paled in comparison to the hidden threat posed by Abraham.
After leaving Bordeaux, Roger was not completely reassured.
Although Abraham had not yet appeared, and the news from Henrik indicated he hadn’t even left Arnia,
Allowing such a powerful and restrained enemy to live was extrely dangerous.
He urgently needed to know Abraham’s movents; otherwise, Roger would be living in constant anxiety.
Then one day, he might wake up in the early morning to the ferocious smile of Abraham.
Having changed his appearance, Roger didn’t perform the ritual in his room but moved to the Mist Hut with a thought.
He went to a room on the second floor, opened the window, dragged the table in front of it, and placed a chair by the table.
After everything was arranged, Roger set up the candles, drew the Array, and activated the ritual.
He sat quietly at the table and waited for 10 seconds.
Roger blinked.
Nothing happened.
He frowned slightly.
He quickly went over the ritual process in his mind and carefully checked all of his operations.
There were no issues.
It was identical to the ritual he perford with Dickinson.
As for the ritual itself, since it was verified by Hunter’s Cabin, it was highly unlikely there were any problems.
Wait.
Hunter’s Cabin.
Looking at the surroundings, Roger suddenly understood sothing.
He was currently in the Mist Hut, which was akin to a Different Space compared to the original real world.
Penetration across spaces—even such a rudintary ritual was obviously not likely to succeed.
Should he just give up, or return to the real world?
No, performing such a ritual alone in the real world was still too dangerous.
It was at this mont that an idea struck Roger. Dividing his mind in two, one part tried to penetrate the Hunter’s Cabin on the other side, while the other part activated the Array before him.
Boom!
Suddenly, a strange noise echoed in Roger’s mind, and it felt as if his entire head were being split in two.
In the throes of agonizing pain, part of his spirit seed to connect with the entire space, while another part surged along an indistinct pathway towards an unknown location.
Crack!
His mind abruptly cleared, and his vision twisted before returning to normal. When it did, Roger realized that several new faces had appeared around him, each surrounded by a distinct environnt.
A pitch-black cave, a bright beach, endless sands, and a sea of lush greenery.
At the sa ti, Roger’s abrupt intrusion alard the others.
“Who?!”
A cold snort ca through, spoken by a silhouette shrouded in a black robe, completely obscured by darkness.
As the snort was emitted, a powerful spiritual force rudely pierced towards Roger.
The eting had been going for so ti already, and Roger’s entrance was akin to forcibly joining a group chat with voice turned on.
To the others, this naturally ca off as an almost barbaric provocation.
The attendees were separated by thousands of miles, and even though the person in the black robe might be powerful, his spiritual power couldn’t harm Roger from such a distance.
But that didn’t an this formidable spiritual power couldn’t affect Roger. If he couldn’t withstand it, he would surely be overwheld by the ntal onslaught, unable to maintain the ritual and would be forcibly expelled from this eting.
But Roger did nothing.
His spiritual power seed to be connected here, yet in reality, there was another world between them.
To talk about physical distance was one thing, but with a world barrier in between, the spiritual force of the man in the black robe couldn’t possibly affect Roger, even if it were ten or a hundred tis stronger.
So what everyone saw was the mysterious person wearing a crow mask, simply leaning back nonchalantly.
Like a breeze had just passed by.
“Hmmm… quite lively here.”
Roger lowered his voice.
The location where he appeared this ti was also quite coincidental: sitting opposite him was that woman wearing a faceless mask.
The woman’s body trembled slightly, but then Roger noticed the little tremor in her pinky resting on the table.
“This woman must have tried sothing just now.”
Recalling everything he had gone through last ti, Roger couldn’t help but speak up, “Would you like to say sothing?”
“You can speak up.”
Roger slightly bowed his head, the red tip of the bird’s beak appearing particularly piercing.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Uh…”
“Sorry, I was presumptuous.”
The faceless woman gave a slight bow.
“An uninvited guest.”
She sized up Roger, “May I ask, how did you obtain our coordinates?”
It wasn’t possible that only these Otherworldly Visitors existed in this world, but those qualified enough to attend this eting were relatively familiar.
Without soone else’s introduction and the corresponding rituals, outsiders could not accurately find this place.
“Is that difficult?”
Roger spoke with ease.
He suddenly thought of the fellow ntioned last ti who died in Faku and said sothing ambiguous:
“There are so many Soul Shards in the void, there’s always sothing interesting being exposed.”
“Oh?”
The man in the black robe seed to forget his earlier attempt at intimidation, and he uttered a light ‘hmm’ of interest.
“Sir, how may I address you?”
Roger was silent.
Just then, the environnt outside the window altered dramatically, Roger chuckled lightly, and straightened up slightly.
“Hmmm…”
“Please call Mist.”
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