Demon Hunter and His Hut

In the early morning of the second day, Roger opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face lying beside his pillow. After last night's practice, he was very sure of one thing.

Hathaway's body did undergo some changes.

Is it the so-called secondary...?

"Good morning Roger."

Hathaway opened her eyes.

"You're not the same as last time."

"Looks like my mission is done pretty well." Roger grinned.

Hmm...it should be overdone.

Through in-depth communication, Hathaway also discovered the changes in Roger.

"It's only been a long time, and it's amazing that you have already entered the supernatural."

Hathaway was also a little envious.

The promotion of a psychic is much more difficult than other professions, and sometimes the accumulation of experience and the capture of spirituality are more important.

In addition, this profession relies too much on talent.

Turning on the phone, Henrik was bombarding with a series of text messages. Roger always felt that this guy seemed to be testing something inside and out?

Is it Ingmar?

After dialing the phone, Henrik's complaints were unavoidable, and he explained it briefly. After breakfast, Roger and Hathaway came to the exchange meeting.

The exchange meeting was held on an artificial island near the port.

The entire island is blocked, and only qualified people can board the island by boat. Roger, as Hathaway's assistant, although not a psychic, also boarded the boat and came to the island.

The whole island is lined with trees, and the place where they held their exchange meeting was a private manor near the center of the island.

Unexpectedly, there were so many people participating. When Roger and the two came to the manor, many places were already occupied.

The exchange meeting as a psychic is not made as serious as an academic seminar, and there is no so-called conference hall and lecture room.

The atmosphere throughout the estate is relaxed and free.

People who don't know can even find it a little noisy and confusing.

Young men and women gathered in groups of three or five, some talking loudly, and some explaining specific usage techniques.

One of the guys' application of the spirit whip opened Roger's eyes.

The energy consumption is smaller, but the toughness and power have skyrocketed. This guy obviously put a lot of hard work in this regard.

And he even started working on other weapons.

There are also descriptions of enchanting techniques for psionic weapons, and so on.

There will definitely be a lot of improvement after a meeting.

"Don't the witchers have a similar exchange?" Roger asked curiously.

"Yes, but before entering the supernatural, the communication is more about the use of weapons and the experience of dealing with different monsters."

"After entering the supernatural, if you awaken the corresponding bloodline and become a blood hunter, it is said that only then will you have the opportunity to participate in the real exchange meeting that belongs to the demon hunters."

"The training method of a witcher who awakens a special bloodline is completely different from that of ordinary hunters.

Proper communication will inspire each other. "

"Many times, powerful psychics also have the opportunity to participate in such exchanges."

Hathaway explained.

"What shall we do next?"

"Find a place to sit."

"Then, play cards."

Roger said calmly.

Hathaway's delicate face stiffened.

"Sit down and play cards?"

"We need no introduction..."

Roger waved his hand.

"There are still three days. As you said, if you tell everyone directly that this thing is for divination, I'm afraid no one will believe it."

"Let everyone accept it first."

Roger found a fairly open place and dragged the single sofa to the table.

"Trust me, in this academic atmosphere where there are boring theoretical explanations everywhere, Gwent cards will definitely arouse everyone's interest."

"Clap clap clap!"

Roger put four decks of cards on the table.

"Don't think so much, your next task is only one, that is to get familiar with the four camps, and then focus on defeating me!"

Roger laughed.

"Some people lost their armor and armor last night, and they lost badly."

Hathaway was successfully provoked, and without divination, she directly chose the squirrel party that she used last night, and Roger was naturally Nilfgaard.

The two set up a battle and soon began to play.

In this place where psychic mediums communicated everywhere, the two of them threw themselves into the Gwent card, and no one cared about it all morning, and they played many rounds back and forth.

Hathaway has accumulated more and more experience, and the two sides will win each other. Although the rules of Gwent look simple, the game changes a lot.

And from the point of view of balance, the Gwent card after the magic modification of the hunter's hut has almost reached the limit of balance.

This is something that could not be done in the previous game in any case.

Gradually, Hathaway even forgot the mission of the exchange meeting, and after a few rounds, after hurriedly eating a few bites of food at noon, she took Roger to fight again.

There was no one at the noon break, and there was no one at the exchange meeting, and the two of them were playing as if no one else was playing. At this moment, a thin man walked over slowly.

He was wearing a pair of heavy glasses, and the expression on his face was a little old-fashioned. He was just hanging out, but when he walked near the two of Rogers, he suddenly saw the gorgeous cards on the table.

"what?"

"There are psionic fluctuations?"

"Looks like a game."

Terry helped his heavy glasses, "It's such a luxury to actually incorporate psychic energy into the cards and make it into a game!"

Materials that can store psionic energy are scarce, making a deck of cards and maintaining them even more difficult.

Seeing someone approaching, Roger didn't say a word. Throughout the morning, a few came to watch occasionally, but most of them just glanced and left.

The last time I played Gwent in a hearty way can be traced back to the previous world. At this time, I saw something that only existed in the game being reproduced in the real world.

This kind of illusion wrapped in reality made Roger indulge in it, and it also aroused his addiction to cards.

Sure enough, the Gwent card and the witcher are the best match.

When the round ended, Roger settled the victory at the last minute with a wonderful counter-kill, and reshuffled the cards, but at this moment, a cautious voice suddenly came from beside him.

"What game are you playing?"

Roger raised his head, and the man with thick glasses was still standing beside him, with eagerness in his eyes.

"Gwent card."

"A psionic game we made ourselves."

Roger smiled and issued the invitation.

"A game of Gwent?"

"Hey, great."

"My name is Terry, let me try."

Terry is gearing up.

"I'll explain the rules to you."

Although he had already looked at it for a while, Terry patiently asked.

Ten minutes later, he played the first game of Gwent in his life.

Game after game, an hour later, when the break ended, the number of people in the exchange meeting gradually increased, and Terry had almost forgotten the purpose of his coming here.

There are only unit cards, special cards, weather cards and all kinds of complicated combinations in mind.

"You guys are geniuses!"

Unfinished, Terry stood up and took out the phone in his pocket.

"It's the best game in the world, and I feel like my psionics are activated."

"I want to inform everyone that Gwent cards must be handed a share!"

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