Demon Hunter and His Hut

The tone of the old man is a little strange. Although the size of the country is huge, and the official language has been unified, there are still some differences in language in different regions due to regional and historical problems.

When the old man spoke, the end of his intonation was long and slightly raised, and it sounded a bit like Faku.

It's not like the accent of the Bordeaux area now, but it has some meanings of the colonial area hundreds of years ago.

The old man obviously mistook Roger for someone, and Roger didn't say a word, just stood there quietly.

"What are you doing? I'm asking you something!"

"Which village are you from?"

He looked Roger up and down.

"Where did you get these grotesque clothes?"

"Those foreigners?"

"Didn't the elders in your family tell you? Don't have any contact with them. Those guys are all weird."

"There must be no good intentions in being mysterious all day long!"

The old man sneered.

"Don't think that no one will recognize you if you change your clothes, take it off for me quickly, go back where you come from!"

The old man's voice gradually became severe.

"This is a restricted area. Who knows if those dying monsters will go crazy?"

As the old man spoke, he walked towards Roger.

"Hurry up and change my clothes!"

Roger never said a word. He could see that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary person.

This is definitely a cursed place, but this old man in front of him doesn't look like a monster no matter how he looks?

"Is it a disguise?"

Avoiding the pull of the old man without leaving a trace, Roger decided to wait and see after thinking about it.

With Ivy's strength, he can live here for a long time, so of course he can.

On the way back, the old man muttered something cursing, and Roger also clarified some things from his complaints.

The nearby sea area is a monster graveyard. Many monsters living in the seabed will come here spontaneously before they die.

For the most part, the monsters were fine with the nearby fishing village, but occasionally a mad monster washed ashore.

The fishing village where the old man lived was actually some distance from the coast. After walking for a while, a dilapidated fishing village appeared in the distance.

There were very few people in the village. At first, when they saw the clothes on Roger's body, they all showed a kind of vigilance, but soon this vigilance disappeared completely.

Several of the young men actually came over and asked Roger where he got the clothes on.

"roll roll roll!"

"Get out of here now!"

The old man beat and scolded the surrounding young people to drive away.

"It's useless to just change clothes. Those outsiders are so different from us that you can tell them apart at a glance."

The old man glanced at Roger, "You can fool all those idiots in Crescent City with your clothes.

Here we are..."

"Crescent City?"

Surprised in his heart, Roger couldn't help but blurt out.

"Which Crescent City?"

"Which one is there?"

There was a trace of disdain on the old man's face, "A group of perfidious things keep us out and let us live under the minions of monsters."

"Sooner or later, I will set a fire to kill those people in the wall!"

The old man seemed to have thought of something, and growled angrily.

"Haha, you old guy is bragging again."

There were people laughing around, but the old man didn't answer, he lowered his head and quickened his pace.

"Put on this suit, and hurry back to your village!"

He pulled out a set of sackcloth from the storage box, and the old man threw it on Roger angrily, then turned and left.

"Crescent City, strangers, weird costumes."

Roger felt as if he had caught something.

"Is this another entrance to Crescent City?"

But Roger found it strange that in a cursed place, there could be normal people like them in it.

After all, in the cursed land he had been to before, except for the outsiders like them, all the monsters were born in it.

"Is this the unique feature of the so-called medium-sized cursed land?"

"What about the large cursed place?"

"A complete world?"

Listening to their conversation, it is clear that there is a fundamental difference between outsiders and natives.

"But why would they take me..."

Looking down at his body, Roger suddenly realized a problem.

"Maybe they identify not with me, but with this body!"

"That is to say..."

"The body I'm using now comes from here!"

A fishing village boy who accidentally entered a forbidden area died because of an accident. After his death, he happened to be pulled into the outside world by the gap.

Then the body was occupied by Roger who came through.

It all seems to make sense.

If this is true, it would explain the strange identification with him by other people in the fishing village, and at the same time, it would explain the origin of the body.

After all, according to Greg, no ship was wrecked in nearly a hundred miles of water within a few weeks of the incident.

"call……"

Roger breathed a sigh of relief, which was better than having an extra pair of parents for no reason.

"But the body in the cursed land... there won't be any hidden dangers, right?"

"Is that why Dickinson discovered my anomaly?"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Is it replaced?"

"When you're done, get out of here!"

"Let me see you in the forbidden area in the future, and I'll smash your ass with a fork!"

The old man outside the door shouted gruffly.

After changing clothes, the abruptness on Roger's body was immediately reduced a lot, except that the skin on his face was a little too clean, which seemed to be no different from an ordinary fishing village boy.

"Hank!"

"Old Hank!"

Just then, a teenager burst into the room yelling.

"Several foreigners came from outside the village. They said they came here to perform tasks..."

The boy was panting and gesturing.

"Get them out of here and tell them there's no such thing as monsters."

The old man named Hank glanced at Roger, but after thinking about it, he waved his hand, "Take me there."

Roger moved in his heart and quietly followed behind.

A large group of people surrounded the entrance of the fishing village. They kept a long distance from the other people, and their eyes were full of alertness.

With a glance, Roger was able to determine the identities of the few people standing at the entrance of the village.

Two witchers, one psychic, one exorcist, standard hunter squad.

With sharp eyes, he even saw a flash of Gwent cards in the hands of the psychic.

This is indeed Crescent City.

Roger quietly hid behind the crowd and surveyed.

Old Hank stepped forward to negotiate with one of the witchers. He frowned and shook his head, looking unwilling to cooperate.

Roger leaned back. In the future, he still needs to come to Crescent City to perform tasks. If others see his appearance here, I am afraid there will be some trouble.

"Hey, which village are you from?"

A voice suddenly came from beside him, Roger turned his head, and a thin fishing village boy looked at him.

"Did you make the weapon yourself? It looks like the real thing."

Roger's heart moved, "I came from another place. Are there any other fishing villages nearby besides here?"

Perhaps the true identity of this body can be found from this young man's mouth.

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