Demon Hunter and His Hut

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in the room.

Henrik let out a breath in sweat, leaned on the head of the bed tiredly, and lit a cigarette.

Before he could take two puffs, a hand from the side reached out and snatched his cigarette.

"It's over so soon?"

Henrik's cheeks twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

"By the way, Roger has always wanted to ask you about the coming of the Son of God."

He changed the subject bluntly, but Ingmar didn't care, imitating his posture and leaning on the head of the bed, smoking a cigarette after a few puffs.

"He has already asked me. I guess he should have contacted someone. He should have some doubts about the identity of the other party, so he wants to investigate."

"I've said everything I need to say, and I also told him the formula for the test."

Ingmar did not continue to hold on to the question, which made Henrik quietly relieved, "Is it okay?"

"What can be wrong?"

Ingmar asked rhetorically.

"But I forgot to tell Roger that the potion I provided can only detect creatures that come to this world from other dimensions."

"There is no way for the existence of that consciousness to come. Remember to tell him next time you meet."

"Consciousness comes. This situation is too rare. To be able to do this is generally considered to be knowledgeable and powerful, and the chance of being encountered by us is too low."

Henrik lit another cigarette.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable every time he didn't smoke one after the fight.

"I see. Next time, I'll think about talking to him. That kid looks young, but he's quite measured. He should know how to deal with it."

Meimei let out a cloud of smoke, and Henrik felt that the whole battle was a complete success.

"How about yourself?"

"Have you found a clue to that guy?"

Henryk was stunned,

Smoking fingers froze in midair.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have asked."

Ingmar sighed, already getting the answer from Henrik's expression.

"I found some clues not long ago. I just glanced at it from a distance and knew that it was not it."

"Give it up, Henrik, you will always be..."

"I will not give up."

Henrik shook his head, "Don't persuade me, Ingmar."

"All right!"

Ingmar nodded decisively.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Ingmar suddenly said solemnly, but obviously, Henryk, who was immersed in his thoughts, did not see a trace of teasing flashing in Ingmar's eyes.

"Go ahead."

"Can you do it again?"

Henryk: …………

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Wandering Hunter Bar.

Roger pushed open the door and walked into the bar. When he entered the door, he unexpectedly found that someone raised a glass to him, "I've heard about your business, you've done a great job!"

"A newly established hunter team saved an old witcher on the first mission. I have to say that although you are young, you have made us impress us!"

Without Henrik on the side, the atmosphere in the bar was extraordinarily harmonious, and even the attitude of everyone towards him was much better.

"Consider joining us!"

Someone even offered an olive branch to Roger.

"That guy Henrik is untrustworthy."

Someone patted Roger on the shoulder, "This point, you will understand when you have a beautiful female companion."

Roger let out a haha, briefly communicated with the crowd, and then walked to the bar.

"If you want something to drink today, I can treat you."

Vincent shook the shaker, "Do you want me to offer you a special drink?"

"Forget it, let me have a glass of water."

Roger took advantage of the opportunity to sit in front of the bar.

There was no one around, and he glanced at the task board recorded next to him, which listed several pieces of information, including investigation tasks, seeking materials, and a single witcher looking for a new team.

Roger never knew that this hidden world could be so vivid and rich.

After thinking about it, he wrote his needs on it.

"Extraordinary material?"

Vincent looked at Roger with admiration, he looked at Roger carefully, "Muscles are strong, close to the limit of the human body?"

Roger didn't hide it either, "I should almost be able to break through!"

Vincent gave a thumbs up, "I was still polishing my body when I was your age."

"This is still based on the inheritance of the family and the experience of my father and brothers."

Just then, Roger took out a book from his backpack and put it on the bar.

"I've recently been fascinated by a piece of history. I found this book in the library by chance. I didn't expect your name to appear in the author's signature."

Vincent's hand wiping the glass paused slightly. He glanced at the book on the table, "The Study of Modern Nobility in Bordeaux".

"You're actually interested in history?"

Vincent nodded with a smile.

"The witcher really needs a little hobby to get rid of the negative emotions brought about by killing. I used to be obsessed with history. This book was written many years ago with the help of my teacher."

"I didn't expect it to be turned out by you."

A smile appeared on Roger's face, "I thought it was just the same name, but your name is really special, the first name, middle name, and last name are exactly the same."

"the most important is."

Roger turned to the author's profile at the back of the book, which had a young face printed on it.

"Haha, any questions?"

The book seemed to mean a lot to Vincent, and he was in a much better mood.

Roger nodded and turned to one of the pages.

"As mentioned above, in the early years of Crescent City, there used to be a Stuart family, a foreign aristocrat marked by daffodils."

"To be honest, I'm very interested in some of the characteristics of this family, but it doesn't seem to be described in depth in the books, so I wanted to come and ask you if I can borrow relevant materials."

"The Stuart family?"

Vincent frowned and thought for a while, "I have a little impression that this is an odd family. Now that I think about it, this family may also be a member of the extraordinary world."

"However, their existence is too short, and they are relatively closed. I really don't know much about them."

When Roger was a little disappointed, Vincent hesitated, "If you are really interested in this history, I can ask my former teacher for you."

"He's an expert on this."

"He knows more about that history than I do."

"Thank you very much Mr Vincent!"

Roger quickly thanked him.

"It doesn't matter, it's a small effort, but the teacher's temper is a little weird, you should take more care."

Roger nodded hastily.

It is not uncommon for many people who concentrate on learning to have some special temperaments.

Vincent immediately made a phone call, and after hanging up, he nodded to Roger.

"The teacher promised you that if you have time tomorrow morning, you can go to the History Department of the University of Bordeaux to find him."

"What shall I call this gentleman?"

"Professor Urmsay."

Vincent replied.