Demon Hunter and His Hut

Henrik was very efficient, and right after dinner in the morning, he called Roger and left an address.

"I have already contacted you, and I said hello in advance. You go to him directly, explain your intention, and he will help you build a new weapon according to your requirements."

"By the way, there is one more thing. The materials you asked me to collect for you have already arrived. It happens that you are going to Bordeaux this time. You can pick it up yourself."

"Those things can't be mailed by normal means."

"How much is it……"

"It can be seen that Henrik seems to be very short of money. The box of gold coins they obtained before has not been sold. Roger still has some accumulated from several missions."

"I'll pay you first. The ones in your hand are not enough. If nothing else, the deposit for casting the steel sword is more than 10,000."

"Uh……"

"All right."

Roger can only thank him again and again. He and Henrik have established a deep friendship after several missions. They can be regarded as a lifelong friendship with each other. Naturally, there is no need to push back and forth for this little money.

Don't look at Henrique's greed for money yesterday, but in fact even if Roger is willing to give his own part of the money to Henrique, Henrique may not necessarily ask for it.

If accepted, he will definitely make up for Roger elsewhere.

The two knew each other well.

When such a thing happened to Amanda, Andreen couldn't continue to work as if nothing happened. She deliberately asked the police station for a few days off, intending to accompany Amanda well.

The mother and daughter planned for a while, and when they had time, they planned to take little Jack and his aunt's family to visit a relative's house nearby.

Originally, Andreen planned to call Roger, but Roger made an excuse that Professor Condes wanted to call him about music.

After simply packing up, Roger drove to the city of Bordeaux.

This is the first time he has come to the most prosperous seaside city nearby.

As the largest city in the entire state, the population of the entire urban area of ​​Bordeaux is about 450,000, and the total population of the towns under its jurisdiction exceeds 1.5 million.

If it weren't for the hurricane in the past 30 years, the current city of Bordeaux should be more prosperous.

Roger initially determined that the place Anna asked him to find should be in Bordeaux.

Because on the periphery of the entire city, there is a river that runs around the city. The whole river is meandering and twisting, and from the map, it looks like a crescent moon.

So many years ago, the city was also called Crescent City.

According to Roger's speculation, the city of Bordeaux at that time should have been called Crescent City when Anna was alive.

The distance from Bay Town to Bordeaux is not too far. Roger was not driving fast, and it took about three hours to enter the city.

The whole city was divided into several areas. From the outside, it didn't have the metropolitan style that Roger had in mind at all, but instead had an inexplicable decay and old-fashioned atmosphere.

This is a city that alternates between old and new. Under the surface of prosperity, there are some special cultures left over from the colonial period hundreds of years ago.

According to the address given by Henrik, Roger parked the car in a nearby parking lot. The place he was going was a pedestrian street, and there was no way for the car to reach the destination directly.

Royal Street.

Although the name sounds extravagant, in fact, this street is one of the oldest streets in the entire city of Bordeaux.

He retains a lot of the colonial architectural style of the Faku period. The houses in the whole street are painted in colorful colors. Walking on the street, Roger can see many tourists hanging out.

In the streets and alleys, there are wandering musicians performing, as well as artists who paint for people, and what gets into the ears is the unique melody of jazz.

For a moment, Roger even thought what he was going through was just a dream.

"Sir, do you want to draw a portrait?"

"It only takes 15 minutes and I can help you draw it. Trust me, it won't take too much time for you."

"Take 15 minutes of your life for a good memory in Bordeaux, why not do it?"

What stopped Roger was a girl in ripped jeans. She was slightly taller than ordinary girls, with freckles on her face, and she seemed to be of Nordic descent.

"Draw a picture for me."

Roger sat on a low stool next to him.

"I have a request, you want to draw four eyes and two mouths on my face, of course, after you draw it, you must be exactly the same as me."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then looked at Roger carefully, and then nodded.

"Customer is God, I will fulfill your request."

As she spoke, she picked up the paintbrush and quickly sketched it.

The girl didn't seem to need to compare Roger's appearance at all. She lowered her head and focused completely on the drawing paper.

And Roger didn't move, just looked left and right. The street was full of freedom and rambling, and the girl in front of him was also very ordinary.

It's hard to think of the Hunters Guild.

In less than 10 minutes, the girl stopped writing. She didn't even show Roger her painting, but quickly rolled it up and handed it to Roger.

"You'll like it."

"Go to the end of the street, then go right into the alley, you will see a red iron gate, hand over the painting and someone will take you to where you are going."

"Right and..."

Said the girl twitched her fingers.

"My tip."

Roger paid the money and turned away.

This is what Henrik could have told him. There is no acquaintance to lead the way. It is the first time to go to the swordsmith's place. He needs to get a certificate here first.

That old man was a weird guy. He only served people who were pleasing to the eye. As for what kind of people were pleasing to the eye, Roger didn't know.

According to Henrik, although this painter does not have any strong fighting ability, she is very talented, plus some training the day after tomorrow.

In her portraits, she can precisely show a quality in someone.

And this quality is the stepping stone to the swordsmith.

Roger didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of this girl. The picture scroll in his hand was tied with a thin rope, and he didn't intend to break the rules.

Following the girl's direction, Roger came to the iron door. He knocked on the door, and a gap was opened. After thinking about it, Roger shoved the scroll in his hand into the gap.

This should be a dedicated channel for newcomers. Old people like Henrik will have other ways to enter.

The street opposite was prosperous, but there was no one in this alley. At this moment, another woman came to the entrance of the alley. Before Roger could look at the other side, the iron door was opened and a voice sounded.

"Sir, you are invited."

"plz follow me!"

Without any hesitation, Roger pushed the door open.