Demon Hunter and His Hut

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Roger stood in front of the University of Bordeaux, looking at this institution of higher learning with a history of more than 150 years.

The university was built in the colonial period of Bordeaux, so the architectural style of the school is quite different from the surrounding.

There are more than 100-year-old trees everywhere in the school, and you can feel the heritage and depth of this school when you walk through it.

After explaining the purpose of his visit, Roger didn't wait long before being taken to a separate office. After knocking on the door, Roger stepped in, but the moment he saw the man sitting behind the desk, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Are you surprised?"

The man sitting behind the desk smiled, obviously a kind smile, but for some reason, it seemed to make people feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

"Mr. Dickinson, why are you here?"

The so-called professor of history turned out to be the witcher Roger had met in the Hunter's Club last time.

"I once said that I have a deep research on the history of Bordeaux and the Demon Hunting family. If your family's birthplace is here, then I will know a little bit."

"Sit down, Mr. Roger."

Dickinson stood up and pointed to the seat opposite.

Although Roger was a little surprised by the true identity of the professor, he naturally couldn't turn around and leave at this time, and secretly confirmed his identity. Roger felt a lot more magnanimous in his heart, so he did it directly after hearing the words.

"what do you want to drink?"

"Tea, coffee or water?"

"No thanks."

"I came here just to read a book about the origins of the Bordeaux nobility, and one of the Stuart family aroused my interest."

Roger explained his intentions directly.

"The Stuart family..."

"That's a strange family."

Dickinson poured Roger a glass of water, turned and rummaged through the bookshelf behind him.

"The Stuart family is a foreign noble,

According to themselves, they came here from Ingman, and it is said that the blood can be traced back to a certain generation of royal family in Ingman. "

"But you should know the face of the nobles. They like to put gold on their faces, so not many people take what they say seriously."

"But this family is indeed very rich. They once bought an entire street and named it after their family's emblem."

"Daffodil Street."

"The buildings on both sides of the street don't seem to be much different from the surrounding, but walking through them always makes people feel some inexplicable strangeness."

As Dickinson spoke, he pulled out a book from the shelf.

Put the book on the table and turn to one of the pages.

"It took me a lot of effort to find a little manuscript of the building back then, and restore a little structure of the original Narcissus Street."

Roger lowered his head and looked at the pictures in the book, his pupils shrank slightly.

The structure looked almost identical to the Narcissus Street he had seen in the misty world.

"There are no windows in the area facing the street?"

Roger pretended to have just found out.

"Not only that."

Dickinson nodded. "Look at this page."

Roger turned to the following pages and drew the basic structure of the houses in Narcissus Street. On the other side of the house, there were tiny windows like the ones he had seen before.

"Is it strange?"

"Is it some strange custom?"

Roger pretended to be interested.

"No no no!"

Dickinson gave a mysterious smile and shook his head.

"What do these holes remind you of?"

Roger observed it carefully, but still shook his head.

"Sorry, my knowledge is limited, I really can't see it."

"It seems that you are not a native of Bordeaux."

Dickinson gave a meaningful smile.

He pulled out a book from the table, and Roger glanced out of the corner of his eye, the study of tombs in the Bordeaux area.

Dickinson turned to a page in the book, put the two children's books side by side, and pushed it before Roger's eyes.

"now what?"

Roger's face changed suddenly.

Although there is a slight difference in expression, the patterns on the two books clearly represent the same structure.

"This is the tomb?!"

Roger looked surprised.

"Yes."

Dickinson nodded.

"The whole Bordeaux region is a big swamp, and no one knows how big and how deep the swamps are in the Bordeaux region."

"Maybe what's below is beyond our imagination."

Dickinson said a word without beginning or end.

"I think you should know a little about the burial customs in the Bordeaux area. Because there are large and small swamps underground, most people living here do not choose to bury the remains of their loved ones."

"The stagnant water poured in will rot the bones in the coffin, and it will also cause some unnecessary trouble."

"Trouble in transcendent directions."

"So most people in the Bordeaux region will build their tombs on the ground and choose hanging coffins at the same time."

"The climate here is humid and hot. In order to ensure ventilation, they will build large and small vents around the tomb."

Dickinson pointed to the structure of the houses on Narcissus Street.

"like this."

He chuckled lightly, his slender eyes narrowed into slits, his expression like a snake that stole a bird's egg.

Roger was also slightly stunned.

"They don't build houses for people to live in at all?!"

"Who knows?"

Dickinson did not answer Roger's question.

"According to the information I have investigated, the entire Narcissus Street is populated by some strange people, and some of them are from Ingman with the Stuart family."

"And part of it comes from the absorption of local residents."

"This family is too mysterious and extremely exclusive. Because of its special house structure, even during the day, the locals are reluctant to go there."

"After all, no one wants to pass by the cemetery all day."

Roger flipped through the books in Dickinson's hands.

"Do you know the specific active period of this family?"

Roger asked.

"It's about 80 to 100 years ago, and then the entire family disappeared. The specific reason could not be found. At that time, many behaviors of this family also attracted the attention of the Hunter Guild."

"Of course, the Hunter Guild at that time was not the same as it is now, but I have checked the relevant information in the guild, but only a few."

"It's as if this is just an ordinary noble family."

Dickinson explained.

"thank you very much!"

Roger stood up. "Mr. Dickinson, can you lend me a look at this book. There are many things in it that deserve careful study."

"certainly!"

Dickinson's attitude was completely different from the aggressive feeling he had when he was at the Hunters' Guild.

He looked at Roger with his slender eyes, which made Roger a little uncomfortable.

"This is my number, Mr. Roger, if you have any questions, you can always call me."

"OK."

Roger put Dickinson's book into his backpack, and when he walked to the door, there was Dickinson's meaningful voice behind him.

"Mr. Roger, we will meet again."

"Will."