Demon Hunter and His Cabin

The meeting with the Lord of the Mist was not as confrontational as imagined. After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the room surprisingly became much calmer.

The Lord of the Mist crossed his hands and looked at Roger with interest, seemingly wanting to ask something, but after a moment, he waved his hand, and two exquisite card decks appeared on the table.

"How about a game of Gwent Cards!"

To be honest, in the world of Wizards, there is no better way to communicate than through a game of Gwent.

For some reason, Roger nodded without hesitation.

"I only use the Empire deck."

The Empire mentioned 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 moment, 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 some kind of instinct.

During the course of playing, the Lord of the Mist often seemed distracted, and there was no strategy to speak of in the entire game, basically playing wherever he thought of.

Roger was the same; though they played back and forth at the table, both were actually daydreaming.

"Where do you come 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 came to this world with a mission and memories, even using his own body; no matter how vast this world is, he is just a passerby.

Nivagard is his true homeland.

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 mere 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 time 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 extremely long period.

Even with a will of iron and an unyielding determination, everything eventually decays in the face of time, and it's hard to imagine how this man persevered.

"I..." Roger opened his mouth, with many memories 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 game, 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 meeting, as if it were a rule.

Facing others, Roger might have confidence in turning the tides, but this guy in front of him came from the same 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 time 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 me."

"I will see it with my own eyes."

"After waiting so many years, a little more time won't matter." The Lord of the Mist's gaze became firm again, and at this moment, 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 meaning behind the Lord of the Mist's words; he was being asked about his stance.

"You don't want to kill me?"

"After all, it was me who killed Hamza, and I have suffered numerous attacks from you before, which makes it hard for me to determine your stance."

"With my heart, even a dog could reach the Four Rings."

"There are many rumors about me 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 me in rumors."

"I don't like your outfit, nor your scent, as Demonic Hunters are just a type of product in the experiment..."

"I know this statement 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 something hidden, but at most, it's just Four Rings."