Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 391

Chapter 388: Foreign Spirit Conference (10)

Boom!

The iron gate is closed.

The figure standing on the high platform raised his head, and the morning sun hit him, coating him with a layer of gold, and the halo flowed as if he was wearing a special knight armor.

Two majestic figures appeared on both sides of the high platform.

Gareth and Gahris.

The two of them stepped forward and embraced the figure standing on the high platform intimately.

One of them announced loudly.

“Celebrate, the inheritance ceremony was a complete success!!”

“From today, abandon your original surname and first name, abandon your relatives, friends and loved ones, for the rest of your life, your strength, your enthusiasm…”

“All will be dedicated to the Knights of the Round Table.”

“Grace is dead.”

“The name of Tristan will be passed on forever!”

“Elder has his asylum again!”

“It’s Grace, Grace survived!”

Gewei excitedly hugged Roger’s neck, jumping and jumping, “He’s still alive, he’s alive!”

After speaking, wept bitterly.

At this time, after a brief ceremony, Grace walked down from the high platform, and Gewei pressed the tears in his eyes and rushed up for the first time!

But she had just approached the range of two meters in front of Grace, suddenly a powerful force erupted from Grace, and Gewei was caught off guard and was instantly rushed into the air and fell to the ground.

The enthusiasm fell to the bottom of the valley, Gewei raised his head and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar figure in astonishment.

“What are you doing……”

As soon as the words were spoken, Gewei froze in place, with a familiar figure and familiar face. Before Roger came forward, Gewei suddenly climbed up from the ground and rushed out without looking back.

“Gewei!” Roger yelled and looked back at Grace.

What passed from the opponent was a real Tier 3 aura, he frowned slightly, and looked at Grace suspiciously.

It was completely reborn, not only the strength attribute of the body, but even the temperament was very different from the original Grace!

It even made Roger think that this body was loaded with another soul!

His heart jumped, and he inexplicably thought of the Foreign Spirit Society.

Isn’t this Tristan an alien soul?

No… not right.

Even Arahan couldn’t help it. After just changing his body, he immediately had the third-tier combat effectiveness.

You know, in order to get rid of the body’s backlash and try to maintain the strength after replacing the body, Araham has made countless preparations.

But Grace in front of him.

Grace smiled slightly, “It’s because I’m not good. I just went through the inheritance ritual and still can’t control the power of the body. Gewei rushed up too suddenly.”

“Please, Roger.”

“Help me persuade her.”

Roger retracted his gaze, nodded and left.

Not long after he left, Grace walked away from the others around him and walked into a secret room, where Gareth and Jahris were waiting for him.

“Congratulations, my friend.”

“Recover your strength as soon as possible, there is still a deer head spirit waiting for us in the forest.”

Grace, no, it was Tristan who nodded, with a murderous intent on his face.

“Damn beast, I will take revenge!”

On the other side, after Roger left the Temple of Inheritance, he saw Gewei standing next to the railing not long after he ran.

“He is not my brother.”

The girl wiped away her tears and turned her head to look at Roger firmly.

“He has another person in his body!”

“Grace… Grace may really be dead.”

Roger opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

“What happened in the real temple of heritage? The Knights of the Round Table must have a secret from us!”

Gewei clenched her fists, “I want to find out!”

“What are you going to do?”

Roger spoke abruptly and poured a basin of cold water.

Gewei’s clenched fist loosened weakly, and his face was slumped.

“Let’s go, let’s go back first.”

Roger put his arms around the girl’s thin shoulders, pulled her into the car and took her back to the manor.

After setting up Gewei, Roger found Crodia the first time.

It’s just that I haven’t seen it for a few days, and there is some living breath on Crodia’s body. This description is very strange. The former Crodia could feel the beauty, but it happened that she lacked the human breath. .

She is more like a delicate doll, an empty shell with a mask on her face, and even her body is just a container.

But now Crodia has some more vitality.

“The changes in you…”

Roger was a little worried about Henrik.

“To be honest, I should really thank your friend for helping me find a new way to draw strength.”

“The desire of 10,000 others is not as good as the impulse that bursts from the bottom of my heart.”

“I seem to have found the right path.”

It was determined that Henrik would not be affected, and Roger was relieved.

If the impact is still there.

Hmm… It should have a great impact on the kidneys and the body.

“The inheritance method of the Knights of the Round Table?”

Crodia stood up from the chair, thinking as he walked, “I do know very little about this information, but I once met a knight of the round table from a distance.”

“He feels very strange to me, as if he is of the same kind but has some faint estrangement.”

“He is not the same as us, you’d better not touch him.” Crodia warned.

Roger nodded, “Will you attend tonight’s meeting?”

“No.”

“I have more important things to do.”

Claudia’s slender fingers twisted a strand of hair lightly, and then tied a knot at the fingertips.

It is hard to imagine that such a feminine action was made by Crodia.

After all, she is a faceless person.

In the cognition of ordinary people, no face is equal to no heart.

Gewei hid in the room all day and didn’t go out. Roger didn’t know how to comfort the girl. Maybe only time could heal the wound in her heart.

Time soon arrived at night, night fell, and Roger also came to the misty hut with his ability to penetrate.

He familiarized himself with the relevant materials for the ceremony, then opened the window and started the ceremony when time came.

The air in front of me spread out like water waves, and a picture was formed around it, a dark dungeon, a beach covered with fine sand, and a snow-capped dome.

And… the deep pool of pitch black ink!

Seeing the figure in the deep pool, Roger’s pupils shrank suddenly. Even if the other party’s image had changed a little, he could easily recognize the other party’s identity.

Araham!

Unexpectedly, he also participated in this foreign spirit meeting.

The first to speak turned out to be the Paladin.

His rough laughter came, and his eyes swept across everyone’s faces.

“An old friend who hasn’t seen him for a long time.”

He stared at the mask on Araham’s face, “Soul Eater, this time you actually attended the meeting in person.”

Arahan nodded. He knew most of the people in the meeting, but that one…

“Will anyone introduce us to each other?”

Can’t feel Roger’s breath, but the inexplicable Araham still noticed something strange.