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Roger looked around, counting the time led by Dickinson, this was already his fourth time attending the Foreign Spirit Assembly.
This time, the number of participants was the greatest.
"In fact, not everyone regularly attends the meetings; the most active are just a few of us."
The hoarse voice of Black Soul resonated.
"It seems everyone is tempted by the Pale Blood in Mr. Mist's possession."
As he spoke, he quickly glanced at a certain figure not far away, an ordinary-looking man.
He had once had a conflict with Roger and then suffered a misfortune, and many people suspected that the mysterious Mr. Mist had secretly meddled in the matter.
"It looks like everyone is rather eager."
Roger said, his eyes fixed on Abraham not far away.
Abraham wore a mask, making it impossible to see the expression on his face. However, his arms were crossed on the table, his breathing steady, showing none of the anxious demeanor from last time.
"This guy is unnaturally calm."
