Demon Hunter and His Hut

Henrik's words made Roger realize that everything he was in contact with now was only the appearance of this world.

And what did he mean by the unknown area?

According to Henrik, on the one hand, he brought Roger here because he hoped that Roger would come into contact with the life that truly belongs to the witcher, and on the other hand, he also wanted to wait for someone here.

So from the afternoon until the evening, neither of them left the bar, and as time went on, the bar became more and more lively.

A lot of people saw Henrique, everyone obviously knew him, and someone came up to say hello, but more, he didn't seem very pleasing to the eye.

"What did you do to make people here dislike you so much?"

Roger asked suspiciously.

Henrik drank the beer in his glass leisurely, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

"Haha, if you've slept with half of the men's girlfriends in this room, I think they'll dislike you."

WTF!

Seeing Henrik's smug look, Roger really regretted that he had helped him out just now.

"A scumbag like you deserves to be beaten to death."

"What do you know?"

Henrik sneered.

"This is personal charm, and I have never provoke a married woman. Both parties are voluntary."

Henrique's buttocks were wriggling on the chair, and he almost had a tail growing behind him.

At this moment, the door of the bar was opened, and a girl who looked a little thin walked in.

The girl was wearing a linen-colored coat and a pair of light blue jeans. She was not tall. Compared to Western women, she was tall and even petite.

Light blond hair tied behind his head, no makeup on his face, looking a little haggard.

Solitary women are rare on this occasion, and most of them come in regular groups or with fellow witchers.

The girl's sudden intrusion attracted everyone's attention, but, after all, all who can come here are witchers, and there is no so-called hooligan who came forward to chat up.

Everyone just glanced at it a few times, and then went their own way.

The arrival of the girl caught Henryk's attention.

"Ingmar's daughter?"

"According to her character, she seldom lets her daughter come to such a place."

At this moment, the girl walked to the bar and seemed to say something to the man in the hat. The man shook his head and refused her with a dignified expression.

This man in a hat is the owner of the bar. He looks unremarkable, but he is an exorcist who has entered a supernatural state.

Vincent.

Standing behind him should be a powerful exorcist family.

The girl seemed to say something again, but in desperation, Vincent nodded.

He took out a metal stick as thick as a chopstick from under the bar, reached out and struck an ancient bell on the right side of the bar.

Dangdang!

The crisp sound spread throughout the bar, almost when the bell rang, the originally noisy sound in the bar immediately quieted down.

"Whenever a task is entrusted, Vincent will use this form to remind everyone present."

Henrik explained to Roger.

At this time, Vincent cleared his throat, "There is a temporary task, and this Ms. Hathaway proposed that after listening to the specific task information, if anyone is willing to accept the task, they can find this lady alone."

Vincent gestured with his hand.

Hathaway clenched her fists and stood in front of the counter nervously.

She seldom seemed to speak on such occasions, her blue eyes were a little timid, she quickly glanced at everyone in the arena, and then lowered her head again.

"Introduce myself first, I'm Ingmar's daughter, Hathaway."

"My mother was a witcher."

"Ingmar?"

Many people nodded thoughtfully. Although the popularity of firearms has increased the number of female witchers, in terms of physical strength and temperament, the number of women who truly become witchers is still very rare.

Therefore, most of the witchers who often come to the bar still know something about Ingmar.

"Not long ago, my mother accepted a task, a simple inquiry task, but 5 days have passed, and she still hasn't come back."

"So I wanted to entrust someone else to help me find her."

Hathaway gathered her courage and looked up at everyone.

"Second mission?" Someone in the field frowned.

"Girl, do you understand what it means to enact such a mission?"

"It means that the reward worth the missing target's worth is still double the reward!"

"Because the first failure represents the dangerous level of the mission, if you want others to participate, you need to pay more than that value."

The man who spoke looked at Hathaway and seemed to doubt her financial strength.

"Money or goods of equal value."

Vincent said from the side.

"Tell me about your reward, Miss Hathaway."

"I……"

Hathaway lowered her head again, "I don't have much money, I only have this thing in my hand."

Saying that, she opened her handbag and took out a wooden box. The box was opened and a blue plant was placed in it.

The roots of this plant are pale, and there is a mass of gray-white soil attached to it. The blue leaves are very fresh, and it seems that they have just been dug out of the ground.

"Witch grass?"

Looking at the contents of the box, everyone in the field shook their heads.

"It's really rare, but it's been used so little that it's hard to sell for a good price."

"If it's just this one thing, it's not worth enough to make us work hard."

Everyone shook their heads.

The big man who had spoken just then glanced at the girl for a few times, and he laughed strangely, "Although he is a little weaker, he is still pretty, if there is nothing else, you can come to accompany me. of."

"Hahaha!"

After hearing his words, everyone else burst into laughter.

"Come on John, she's just a little girl."

Someone laughed and cleared the siege.

But at this moment, the girl who had been acting cramped and timid suddenly raised her head.

She stepped forward and stared at the man named John with blue eyes.

"If I can bring my mother back safely, don't say it once, I will promise you in 10 years!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bar that was once noisy suddenly became quiet.

The man named John was stunned for a while, then stood up abruptly, the seriousness in the girl's eyes made him flinch a little.

He raised the glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"I apologize for the joke just now."

"You are an amazing girl!"

Putting the drinking glass on the table, the man picked up the hat and put it on his head.

"Sorry, your pay is too low to be worth the risk."

After speaking, he nodded to Vincent and turned to leave the bar.

John's words speak to the hearts of others, and no one is willing to take the risk without adequate pay.

The girl stood in front of the bar, the courage she had just mustered up in an instant, she looked around but no one was willing to help.

Just then Henrik stood up, "Let's go and see."

"Ingmar seems to be in some trouble."

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