Demon Hunter and His Hut

There must be more about Danielle, but Roger doesn't want to pursue it anymore.

Just when he returned to the temporary settlement, the police station found Amelica's adoption records from a few years ago.

She was taken away and renamed Danielle.

The performance at the school was still going on, but Roger had no intention of participating at all. He called Henrik and narrated what happened.

Then he made an excuse for Henrik to help him with the follow-up, and he drove back to Bay Town alone.

He can't wait now.

The spoils harvested from the water ghost and the spooky wooden doll, especially the latter, are obviously worth a lot of money.

If he's lucky, these two things might just take his cabin to the next level!

"Shit, I paid you to complete the task, and now you let me wipe your ass?"

Henrik's voice on the phone was full of complaints.

Roger smiled, "During this mission, I met a girl who has a common hobby with you."

"Maybe one day I can introduce you to each other."

Roger was looking forward to seeing Henrique and Danielle hanging out together.

Tsk tsk, at that time, Henrik might retire early.

Henryk sneered, "You should keep it for yourself..."

"Also, submit your mission report as soon as possible."

Henrik finally warned and hung up the phone.

"The mission has been completed, he has dealt with the monster."

Henrik walked up to an old woman with gray hair. The old woman looked about 50 years old, her skin was well maintained, and she wore a pair of gold wire glasses on her face.

Capable with a touch of kindness.

"What about that girl?"

The old woman opened her mouth.

"What girl?"

Henryk said with a puzzled look.

"Ha ha."

"Lying in front of the dream-seekers, Henryk, you are indeed very courageous."

"It's also very mindless!"

"Haha." Henryk smiled awkwardly.

"When you said that, I remembered it. I forgot to ask just now. I will ask him later, maybe he will write it in the report."

Seeing the mockery on the face of the old woman across from him, Henrik wisely shut his mouth.

"This at least shows that he is different from those guys and is a sympathetic..."

"Just like you?" the old woman interrupted.

"hey-hey."

A look of pride appeared on Henryk's face.

"You think I'm praising you?"

The old woman's face was full of disbelief, and he waved his hand irritably, "It's barely passed, this time."

"It's not an example!"

After he finished speaking, he threw a document on the table, "This is your task, investigate carefully and make no mistakes."

The expression on Henrik's face also became solemn, he picked up the document and turned away.

After Henrik left, the old woman made a phone call and waited for a while, "Remove all your hands, don't worry about that girl anymore, this is the end of the matter."

"Yes."

Henrik returned to the car happily, "My vision is as good as ever!"

"Sure enough, there is no wrong person."

He lit a cigarette and frowned slightly, "With vision, I know that only the fighting power of the female night devil can compete with me."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and his face sank sharply, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you hurry up and drive!"

"We just got a big mission!"

"Okay, Mr. Henrik."

A dumb-faced young man started the car.

"Mr. Henrik, please don't smoke in the car."

"Also, please fasten your seat belt!"

Henrik pinched off the cigarette in his hand and slumped on the chair with a look of hopelessness.

"After the trial period, I will definitely apply to replace you!!"

He swears fiercely.

…………

It was almost evening when Roger returned to Bay Town. It was naturally inconvenient for him to appear in front of acquaintances at this time. He parked the car and quietly came to the cabin in the woods.

As soon as he entered the house, he couldn't wait to show off the two newly obtained spoils.

The fins of the water ghost: The combination of mutant evil spirits and rotting corpses, under the influence of unknown energy, gave birth to strange creatures between life and death.

This is the hardest part of their body, and it also contains the essence of this strange creature.

After processing, it can be used as a weapon raw material or a special spell casting item. It has a good evaluation and can be obtained by hunters alone.

Dryad Reincarnation*Puppet Core: This is the core of a forbidden voodoo technique, which contains the despair of a special soul before death and the blood of the witch apprentice. What is more valuable is that it absorbs the essence of the swamp magic vine, Become a higher quality puppet core.

Through special methods, it can be refined into a more powerful puppet.

Valuable, available separately for hunters.

"Good and precious trophies are detected, do you turn them over?"

"The loot turned over will not be able to continue to be used as raw materials."

The core of the puppet, you can know its preciousness just by looking at the literal introduction. If this thing is handed over to the right person, it will definitely play a great role.

But Roger only hesitated for a moment, and then chose to turn it over. Right now, it is still the most important thing to improve the level of the hunter's hut.

"Turn in!"

The two trophies in his hands glowed faintly, then slipped down his fingertips like fine sand, and when they reappeared, they were already hanging on the trophy area on the wall.

Only this time the position of the loot on the wall has been adjusted.

At the top is that weird doll, the puppet core.

Below is the water ghost's fins and mutant scales.

The bottom layer is the heart of mutant wolf claws and murlocs.

That's all Roger's loot so far.

After a brief pause, the house trembled slightly. This time it lasted longer and the vibration was stronger. At the same time, it seemed that a strange energy swept across Roger.

Just when Roger was a little uneasy, the shaking of the house stopped, and a message appeared on the notice board.

"Hunter Lodge critical upgrade, time remaining 11:59:57'."

"The previous upgrades were all in seconds, why is this time so special?"

"Is there really a qualitative change?"

Counting the time, Roger felt that he might have to wait until the early morning of the second day.

But there was nothing he could do. He found some food from the storage box, stuffed it randomly, and pushed open the door.

Looking up inadvertently, Roger almost choked on the food in his mouth.

The sun was setting in the west, the sky was red, and the sun struggled to emit the last trace of residual heat.

At this time, on the opposite side of the hunter's hut, across a large row of densely packed tombstones, Anna sat in the shadow of the big tree and looked at the sunset thoughtfully.

"what's the situation?"

Roger was a little stunned.

"A ghost admiring the sunset?"

"Ugh……"

"It seems that not only my house is not normal, but my neighbors are not normal..."