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Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 833

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Chapter 807: Let’s Play the Gwent Card

The meeting with the Lord of the Mist was not as tense as imagined. After a short 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 while, he waved his hand and two delicate cards appeared on the table.

“Let’s have a game of Gwent cards!”

To be honest, there is no better way to communicate than Gwent in the wizarding world.

A ghostly messenger, Roger nodded without hesitation.

“I only use the Empire deck.”

The empire spoken by the Lord of the Mists is Nilfgaard.

“How about you?” he asked casually.

“Squirrel Party.” Roger didn’t care, but the atmosphere in the room was a little weird at this time, and he didn’t even want to take the initiative to destroy this harmony.

The two are not using simple play, and in fact it is not important to win or lose. What is important is that the two strangers work hard to find common ground between each other.

This may be an instinct.

In the process of playing cards, the Lord of the Mist often loses his mind, and there is no strategy in the whole game, basically he thinks of where to play.

The same is true for Roger. You come and go on the table, but in fact, they are all in a state of paradox.

“Where are you from?” The Mist Lord suddenly said.

Roger opened his mouth. He has realized that his situation is completely different from the man in front of him.

The Lord of the Mist brought his mission and memories, and even used his body to come to this world. No matter how big the world is in front of him, he is just a passer-by.

Nilfgaard is his hometown.

And he…

“Livia.” Roger gave a wry smile.

“Oh……”

Two cards were played, and the lord of the mist responded.

“that is a good place.”

Muttering casually, the room fell silent again.

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

Squeezing the card in his hand, the lord of the mist did not move for a long time, and after a long while, he suddenly raised his head.

“Was it okay there when you left?”

When he said this, the emotion in his eyes surged, and the longing inside almost drowned Roger.

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

Even with a steel-like will and an extremely firm determination, in the face of time, all of this will eventually decay, and it is difficult for him to imagine how this man persisted.

“I…” Roger opened his mouth. Although there are many memories of that world in his mind, to be honest, he didn’t know that it was a real experience, or that the world’s will forcibly instilled him.

Where should he start?

Talk about the unrest in Kyle Morhan, the invasion of Nilfgaard, or the Skellig Islands?

“do not talk!”

The Lord of the Mist’s face changed abruptly, he squeezed his brows to stop Roger, and then roughly played the card in his hand.

The two people are obviously not in the mood at the poker table, but it must be said that it is precisely because of this pair of Gwent cards that it is possible for them to sit down and talk.

In this man, Roger felt the boundless power.

Without even having to do it, he knew that he was definitely not an opponent of the Lord of the Mist.

This feeling was very strange, it came into Roger’s mind like a rule when they first met.

In the face of other people, Roger may still have the confidence to come back against the wind, but this guy in front of him is from the same place as him.

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

After all, the world at that time was relatively complete, and the applicable rules were more powerful. Unlike Roger, it was just a rudimentary form, and everything needed to be worked on by yourself.

“Don’t tell me.”

“I will see with my own eyes.”

“Waiting for so many years is not bad for this time.” The Lord of the Mist’s eyes became firm again, and at this time he also played the last card in his hand.

Folding his hands, he leaned back and looked at Roger calmly.

“It’s your turn.”

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

He understood the meaning of the words of the Lord of the Mist, and what he asked was Roger’s attitude.

“You won’t kill me?”

“After all, I killed Hamza. In addition, I have been attacked by you several times, which makes it difficult for me to judge your position.”

“With my heart, a dog can be a fourth ring.”

“Many of the rumors about me from the outside world are wrong. People are always afraid of things they don’t understand. The best way to dispel this fear is to make the unknown become known.”

“Even if this known is mysterious and powerful, it is much better than complete ignorance.”

“In fact, many things you see are controlled by Hamza, and he is closer to the overall description of me in the rumors.”

“I don’t like your attire, or your taste. After all, the Demon Hunter is just a product in an experiment…”

“I know that this kind of statement will make you uncomfortable, but the truth is that, in my eyes, you are no different from the vampires and deer heads on the table.”

“I don’t know why you are here. After all, your power limit is too low. Look at you now…”

The lord of the mist stared at Roger.

“The third ring… well… there seems to be something hidden, but at best it is only the fourth ring.”

“This may be considered powerful in your eyes, but in fact, with your current ability, you will never be able to break through this plane again.”

“It’s not you, it’s your ability.”

“What is a demon hunter?” The Lord of the Mist smiled.

“The monster’s nemesis?”

“A cold-blooded executioner, or a freak among ordinary people?”

There is nothing to hide, 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.”

“Maybe the situation is really bad, maybe there are thousands of demon hunters like you, after all, your target is smaller, and it is less likely to attract the attention of the entire plane.”

“If you accumulate little and make more, there may be unexpected gains.”

“So, although I don’t like it, if our goals are the same, I can barely endure…”

Roger understood the meaning of the Lord of the Mist, and it seemed that perhaps only the Dragon of Beginning knew better about the person in front of him. The rest of the so-called understanding is all speculation.

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

No, he probably didn’t mean it, many things were made by Hamza.

It seemed that Roger had resolved the biggest crisis that was looming over him in an instant, and he and the Lord of the Mist came from the same place and had the same goals. It seemed that instead of being an enemy, he might become a companion.

But when he noticed the expression of the Lord of the Mist, Roger was not in a relaxed mood. There were still many questions in his heart that had not been resolved.

“Why don’t you leave here?”

“Is there something you didn’t get, or someone prevented you from leaving?”

Roger asked.

The Lord of the Mist is much stronger than him. After operating on this plane for countless years, the resources he controls are beyond imagination.

And the obsession in his heart is so deep, if the conditions have been met, he should have left here long ago.

“Is it the original dragon?” Roger asked tentatively.

“That woman?!” The Master of the Mist snorted coldly, “Is she worthy too?”

“Hmph, in the last war, if it weren’t for a sneak attack by her, I would have controlled the entire plane a long time ago, instead of having to wait for another round…”

Halfway through the conversation, the lord of the mist suddenly closed his mouth.

“Oh… have you seen her?”

“Probably not.” Before Roger could answer, he shook his head for himself.

“A scumbag who can only show off his body.” The Master of the Mist seemed to disdain certain practices of the Initial Dragon.

“What are you worried about? Worried that we will fail?”

“Worried that we can’t go home?”

“Or…” As he leaned forward, an invisible pressure enveloped Roger.

“You don’t want to go back?”

His eyes were full of danger, as if he would launch an attack in the next second.

“Don’t be fooled by the life in front of you, you are a passerby here, your home is in Livia, do you miss the ale there?”

“There are also passionate girls.”

“What’s more… After I leave, the origin of the plane is missing. Even if this place will not be destroyed immediately, I am afraid that it will face an irreversible catastrophe.”

“so……”

“I have no choice.” Roger continued.

He slowly lowered his head, checking the only two cards left in his hand.

In a weird situation, if Roger played the last two hands, he would win the Gwent card matchup by a narrow margin.

But if he changes the order of playing cards or chooses to give up…

All unintentional are intentional, have you still been affected unknowingly?

“You didn’t give me a choice at all.” Roger sighed.

“What I said, you are just weapons, and I am the one holding the weapon.”

“As for the weapon, when to wave it and when to drop it depends on his master.”

“Ah.”

There was a short scale in the throat.

“What if I refuse?”

“Then I can only say that you are stupid.”

“It’s a pity that you didn’t discover your existence the first time you came into this world. At that time, I was still asleep…” The Mist Lord said vaguely.

“But it’s not too late. I can help you grow and even find your way home.”

“The way home?”

Roger lowered his head, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The door to go home is hidden in the deepest part of the hunter’s hut. He can push it open as long as he wants. There is no need to look for such a way. It will automatically appear after Roger’s power reaches a certain level.

But according to the Lord of the Mist…

“As for that woman, I will kill her personally this time, hum, she probably doesn’t know yet, for this decisive battle, I prepared a big surprise for her!”

“squeak!”

Pushing away the chair and standing up, Roger walked to the window closest to him.

With a slight force, the closed windows opened, and the north wind swept into the room. Looking down from where he was, a majestic city could be seen.

The castle at this time should be built on the top of the mountain, and the humidity in the air and the cold brought by the whistling of the wind make everything seem real.

Roger’s gaze swept across, and he saw the crowds in the city, but unfortunately, he could not hear any sound.

Because everyone here just stands in place like a sculpture, as if the world is frozen at this moment.

“I used to simulate the entire city, but then all of this bored me. The more real they look, the more they bother me.”

“So I would rather keep the whole city still, so that I can always remind myself that everything is illusory and this is not my home.”

Lowering his head, Roger saw a desolate cemetery not far away.

On the only big tree in the cemetery stood dozens of crows, and under the big tree were several tombstones randomly placed.

The tombstones are all engraved with the same name.

His heart suddenly missed a beat, and Roger turned his head and saw the expressionless eyes of the Lord of the Mist.

“This game hasn’t been finished yet.”

He tapped the table lightly, and the Gwent card placed on it trembled slightly.

Now Roger doesn’t even have the qualifications to stay out of the matter.

Either nod and survive.

Or accompany everyone to die together.

Soon Roger had a decision. He returned to the table and sat down, then took a deep breath and played the last two cards in sequence calmly.

“Hehe, ordinary people who only roll in the mud are right about at least one thing. Demon hunters are indeed the same as monsters.”

“It’s the same no-brainer!”

While he was speaking, Roger wanted to launch an attack.

The long sword behind it trembled slightly, and the five sword prints bloomed in turn.

But all the power is like sinking into the sea.

The sun on the forehead of the Lord of the Mist enveloped him, swallowing all the power released by Roger.

“French India… a more advanced application method?”

He smiled disdainfully, “Don’t you know where these powers come from?”

“In my opinion, this is really a clumsy joke.”

As he spoke, he opened his hand, squeezed by invisible power, and Roger watched as the five sword marks on the long sword were dimmed one by one, almost squeezed into a ball!

“puff!”

This weapon can hardly be destroyed, but the premise is the life of Roger himself…

“For the sake of the Gwent card, I didn’t want to kill you, but it’s a pity.”

The long sword wailed and turned into a mass of scrap iron.

Roger himself was soaked in blood, and then he saw a dilapidated body.

It’s the soul.

Roger’s body and soul were already integrated, but in the attack just now, his body completely died, becoming a mass of lifeless pieces of meat!

“Your soul is still useful, it’s a pity, if you are willing to cooperate, things don’t have to be like this.”

The Lord of the Mist reached out and grabbed Roger.

Roger’s soul opened his eyes, he knew that death was approaching but he had no fear in his heart.

He had also thought about making things happen.

But in the face of a strong man like the Lord of the Mist, lies are meaningless. The body will lie, but the soul will not.

In fact, when the Lord of the Mist asked Luo outstanding cards, he had already gained insight into Roger’s thoughts at the time.

That’s why there is a later explanation.

And Roger did not change his determination.

“So be it.”

Although full of regrets, he still kept smiling.

Death is unavoidable, unless there is a miracle.

laugh!

After a soft sound, the Lord of the Mist broke his elbow, and at the same time a voice sounded.

“The Siro, long time no see.”

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