The tone of the old man was a bit weird. Menia is a huge area. Although the official language has been unified, there are still some differences in language in different regions due to geographical and historical issues.

When the old man spoke, the tone of his voice was drawn out and raised slightly, which sounded like Faku.

It's not like the current Bordeaux accent, but it has the meaning of a colonial area hundreds of years ago.

The old man obviously mistook Roger for someone, Roger didn't say anything, just stood there quietly.

"What are you doing in a daze? I'm asking you something!"

"Which village are you from?"

He looked Roger up and down.

"Where did you get all these weird clothes?"

"The strangers?"

"Didn't the elders in your family tell you? Avoid contact with them, those guys are all weird."

"Being mysterious all day must have no good intentions!"

The old man sneered.

"Don't think that no one will recognize you after you change your clothes, take them off quickly, and go back where you came from!"

The old man's voice gradually became harsher.

"This is a restricted area, who knows if those dying monsters will go crazy?"

The old man walked towards Roger while talking.

"Hurry up and change your clothes!"

Roger never said anything, he could see that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary person, he was a little puzzled, and at the same time raised his vigilance.

This is definitely a cursed land, but the old man in front of him doesn't look like a monster no matter how he looks at it?

"Is it a disguise?"

Dodging the pull of the old man without leaving a trace, Roger decided to wait and see what happened after thinking about it.

With Ivy's strength, she can live here for a long time, so naturally he can too.

On the way back, the old man muttered cursingly, and Roger also sorted out some things from his complaints.

The nearby sea area is a monster cemetery. Many monsters living in the seabed will spontaneously come here before they die.

For the most part, these monsters have lived in peace with the nearby fishing village, but occasionally a mad monster washes ashore.

The fishing village where the old man lived was actually some distance away from the coast. After walking for a while, a dilapidated fishing village appeared in the distance.

There were very few people in the village. When they first saw the clothes on Roger, they all showed a kind of vigilance, but soon this vigilance completely disappeared.

Several young people among them would even take the initiative to run over and ask Roger where he got the clothes on his body.

"Roll roll roll!"

"Get out of here!"

The old man beat and scolded the young people who surrounded him and drove them away.

"It's useless to just change clothes. The difference between those outsiders and us is too great. You can tell the difference at a glance."

The old man glanced at Roger, "With your clothes, you can fool those idiots in New Moon City, here we are..."

"New Moon City?"

Surprised, Roger couldn't help blurting out.

"Which New Moon City?"

"Which one else?"

There was a trace of disdain on the old man's face, "A group of treacherous things keep us out and let us live under the claws of monsters."

"Sooner or later, I will set fire to those people inside the wall!"

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and growled angrily.

"Haha, you old guy is bragging again."

There were people laughing around, but the old man didn't answer, he lowered his head and quickened his pace.

"Put on this suit and go back to your village!"

He dug out a set of linen clothes from the storage box, and the old man angrily threw it on Roger, then turned and left.

"New Moon City, outsiders, weird costumes."

Roger felt that he had caught something vaguely.

"Is this another entrance to New Moon City?"

But Roger found it strange that there would be normal people like them in a cursed land.

After all, in the cursed land he had been to before, except for outsiders like them, all the people born in it were monsters.

"Is this the unique characteristic of the so-called medium-sized cursed land?"

"What about the large cursed land?"

"A whole world?"

Listening to their conversation, it is clear that there is an essential difference between outsiders and natives.

"But why did they take me..."

Looking down at his body, Roger suddenly realized a problem.

"Maybe what they identify with is not me, but this body!"

"That is to say... The body I use now comes from here!"

A young man from a fishing village strayed into a forbidden area and died of an accident. After his death, he happened to be dragged to the outside world by that gap.

Then the body was taken over by Roger who came through time.

It all seemed to make sense.

If this is true, it would explain the strange identification with him by others in the fishing village, and at the same time, it could explain the origin of this body.

After all, according to Greg, within a few weeks of the incident, there were no shipwrecks in the waters of nearly a hundred miles.

On the contrary, Roger breathed a sigh of relief, which is much better than having an extra pair of parents for no reason.

"But the body in the cursed land... will not have any hidden dangers?"

"Is it because of this that Dickinson discovered my anomaly?"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Have you changed it yet? Get out of here immediately!"

"Let me see you haunting the forbidden area in the future, and I'll poke your ass with a fork!"

The old man outside the door shouted in a rough voice.

After changing his clothes, the awkwardness on Roger's body immediately disappeared a lot, except that the skin on his face was a little too clean, which seemed to be no different from an ordinary fishing village boy.

"Hank!"

"Old Hank!"

At this moment, a boy broke into the room with a yell.

"A few foreigners came from outside the village, and they said they came here to carry out a mission..."

The boy was panting, dancing and gesticulating.

"Tell them to f*ck off and tell them there's no such thing as a monster."

The old man named Hank glanced at Roger, but he waved his hand after thinking about it, "Take me to see."

With a move in his heart, Roger quietly followed behind.

A large group of people surrounded the entrance of the fishing village. They kept a large distance from the other people, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

Roger was able to confirm the identities of the people standing at the entrance of the village with a glance.

Two witchers, one psychic, one exorcist, standard hunter team.

With sharp eyes, he even saw a flash of Gwent cards in the hands of the psychic.

This is indeed New Moon City.

Roger quietly hid behind the crowd and watched.

Old Hank stepped forward to negotiate with one of the demon hunters. He frowned and shook his head, as if unwilling to cooperate.

Roger leaned back. He still needs to come to New Moon City to perform tasks in the future. If other people see his appearance here, he may be in some trouble.

"Hello, which village are you from?"

A voice suddenly came from beside him, Roger turned his head, and a thin fishing village boy looked at him.

"Did you make the weapon yourself? It looks real."

Roger's heart moved, "I came from somewhere else, are there other fishing villages nearby?"

Perhaps the true identity of this body can be found from this young man's mouth.