Demon Hunter and His Hut

On a new day, Roger slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, a trace of the newly generated spiritual power formed a brand new loop as fine as a hairspring.

When this ray of spiritual power gradually grows and takes shape, the second seal model will be formed.

With the current potion in hand, the rate of increase in mental strength is still very fast, but Roger can detect that this rate of progress is declining at a great rate.

Before long, the improvement of mental power will encounter a bottleneck.

At this time, it is necessary to take a new alchemy potion used in conjunction with the Myriad Snake Meditation.

The brain fluid of the war ghost, the petals of the dragon scale flower, the bark of the thorn demon tree... There are all kinds of extraordinary materials.

When he heard the relevant materials reported to him by Roger, Terry, who had always been calm, couldn't help but exclaimed, "What are you going to do?"

"There's something in here that I've never even heard of..."

"I have some new ideas for the follow-up research on the Gwent card, and my own strength also needs to be improved."

Roger explained vaguely.

"Well, I can only try my best to help you find a way. In addition, you'd better be mentally prepared. These things you want will cost a lot of money."

"Cough cough!"

Roger laughed a little embarrassedly, and Heller's income would not be credited for a while.

"Can I owe it first?"

"Ha ha."

Terry sneered.

"What do you say?"

"There are a lot of things in here that you can't buy with money, and even in internal transactions, it's in limited supply."

"I think you should understand."

Roger sighed helplessly, and could only ask a tentative question.

"Why don't you ask someone to help me ask, there should be many people who want to buy the psionic bullets made by Mr. Heller?"

"You're actually going to sell it?" Terry exclaimed.

"The second one to be exact."

"Otherwise, where will I get the money to pay for your previous materials."

Roger was also a little helpless.

"The high-level psionic bullets made by the teacher are only for sale, not for sale. If you do this, it's just..."

Terry didn't know how to describe what Roger had done for a while.

"Keep one for Henrik."

Roger is really short of money now. If he really has no choice, he can only wait for the news, and then go to Crescent City to try his luck.

After all, in the real world, the number of tasks at the extraordinary level is limited, and the probability of apportionment is too small.

"I'll ask the teacher for you, you should owe this batch of materials first, it's only one time, it won't be an example next time!"

Terry gritted his teeth.

"To be honest, I have some regrets now."

"Damn Gwent!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Many of the materials that Roger requested this time were of extraordinary level.

In addition, many of these herbs are also very rare.

It would take a lot of money to collect them all, and Terry really helped him a lot.

After finishing a training session, Roger packed his bags, bought a diving suit and brought the corresponding equipment to the beach to rent a boat.

The boat is not big, and he can drive it by himself. On the flagpole on the deck hangs a smiling face with a straw hat crookedly.

"What is painted on it?" Roger asked curiously.

"This is my mascot."

The owner of the boat was a little proud, "I call him the straw hat boy, isn't it funny?"

Roger nodded solemnly, "Very good, to be honest, you should go to draw cartoons."

"Ha ha!"

The captain laughed, he obviously knew Roger, "Boy, you still have the vision."

"If I do run to draw comics, I will definitely put your name in the comics and give you a great identity!"

Straw hat boy, sea, boat, Roger...

"There seems to be some familiarity?"

Greeting the owner with a smile, Roger started the engine and left the port in Bay Town.

This time he decided to visit the place recorded in Kant's diary.

Maybe there's a little bit of an answer about who you are.

Whether it was Kant's diary or the records in the book of turning spirits, the description of that place was somewhat vague. After determining the approximate range, Roger came to the nearby waters at the fastest speed.

From this position, the island where Roger once lived was not far away.

After thinking about it, he turned around and headed for the island.

It didn't take long for the outline of the island to gradually appear in front of him. To Roger's surprise, there was a boat parked on the beach near the island.

"Anyone?"

Roger was stunned for a moment. He gradually slowed down. Since someone was here, he didn't plan to land on the island.

But when he turned the bow and decided to leave, a few young people suddenly rushed out of the island.

"here!"

"We are here!"

"Thank goodness someone is finally here!"

Several people looked a little embarrassed and seemed to have been trapped on the island for a few days.

Without any hesitation, Roger still started the engine and approached the island. His previous experience let him know how difficult it is to survive on an isolated island.

Looking at the clothes, these people are obviously rich children, with unkempt hair, it seems that they are even worse than the original self.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The first woman to climb aboard was a bikini-clad woman who looked flustered but kept thanking Roger.

The other people who followed him were not in any better condition than her, and Roger's heart was moved by the abnormal performance of a few people.

"what happened?"

"Your ship ran aground?"

After drinking a glass of warm water, one of the tall young men relaxed a little.

"Come on, let's get out of here!"

"This place is weird, the navigation system on the ship is completely out of order, and the communication equipment is also disrupted. If it weren't for you, we would have died here sooner or later!"

The young man seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of panic on his face.

"In the end what happened?"

After several explanations, Roger finally figured out the whole story.

Indeed, as he had guessed, these people had a wealthy family, and they were the second generation of wealthy people who came to visit Bay Town.

They drove a boat to party at sea, indulged on the deck, and realized what a real feast of the sea is.

But one night not long ago, when everyone was indulging in entertainment, they woke up and found that the ship had approached this island unknowingly.

What was even more surprising to several people was that the entire ship was damaged, not to mention continuing to sail, and even the equipment on the ship was useless.

In this case, several people could only bring supplies to the island.

But on the first night they moved into the lighthouse, something strange happened on the island.

"A weird thing?"

Roger's heart moved, did they also meet the murlocs who once appeared here?

He pretended to be curious, "What did you find?"

"It's not a ghost, is it?"

"No no no."

The tall young man shook his head.

"It's a woman, a woman with green hair and a tail fin!"

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