Demon Hunter and His Hut

"shut your mouth!"

A staff member who brought everyone in gave a low voice.

"Haha, I'm also thinking of them." The young man who spoke glanced over everyone.

"There are a few that look a little bit like, the rest are garbage."

"saliva!"

The young man spit on the ground, and this time he did not hide the contempt on his face.

"Come here and take a look, then go back quickly."

"What we need is a qualified witcher, someone we can rely on, not a coward who can only cry and run."

"Who are you calling a coward?!"

A strong man standing in the crowd couldn't stand the contemptuous eyes of the young man, so he couldn't help standing up and roaring.

The young man shrugged, "Look, I don't even need to name names, cowards will come out on their own."

"The weak only use their mouths, and the strong..."

The young man's eyes stayed on Roger for a moment.

"Only use fists!"

"Damn bastard!"

The strong man separated from the crowd around him, clenched his fists and rushed up.

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, at this moment, a low voice came from a distance.

"Stop me all!"

"Mr. Black."

Someone around said.

"He is the executive chairman of the Hunter Guild. He has met several times in the guild before. He is a powerful blood hunter."

Henryk introduced to Roger in a low voice.

"Robert!"

Black stared at the young man who took the initiative to challenge, "Take over the job at hand, go to the periphery of Crescent City, maybe there is a place where you can vent your excess emotions and physical strength!"

"Why?!"

The young man named Robert raised his head, and Roger noticed a special tattoo under his neck.

Henrik apparently saw this too.

"I didn't expect this Robert to come from the Angola Sen family."

Henryk muttered softly.

"That family is well-known in the Bordeaux area. It is said that there were even demon hunters in the family many years ago, and the blood has been thinned down over the years."

"But even so, blood hunters are born in almost every generation."

"It's a powerful family."

"This guy's aptitude is very good, otherwise he wouldn't have the family emblem printed on his neck at such a young age."

When questioned in person, Blake's eyes drooped slightly, "Either go to the periphery of Crescent Moon City, or go back to your family."

He glanced at Robert, then looked at everyone in the field, "Crescent City is not Bordeaux, it is far more deadly than Bordeaux, but equally, the monsters here can also make you stronger!"

Blake's voice was not loud, but there was a special power surging in his words, and everyone felt uplifted when they heard his words.

"President Black, don't worry, we are ready if you dare to come here!"

It was the big man who had an argument with Robert just now.

Black nodded and motioned everyone to move forward, and he turned and left with a group of people.

"Everyone, please come with me."

No one paid any attention to Robert, and the staff in charge of reception led the crowd to the distance.

Roger and Henrik were walking behind, and he looked back, and Robert had changed his gear while swearing.

"Ingmar said that there has always been danger in the periphery of Crescent City, and it is not a joy to go there."

Everyone walked a distance, and it didn't take long for a gray-white stone wall to appear in front of everyone.

"Entering from here is the Crescent Inner City. I hope everyone can pay attention that every ordinary person you meet here is a living individual. It is strictly forbidden to discuss anything unrelated to Crescent City here."

"After entering, there will be union personnel responsible for reception. You will get a map of the surrounding area of ​​Crescent Moon City, and then you need to go to the designated place according to the tasks you perform."

"Only Crescent City is relatively safe here."

"Good luck everyone!"

Everyone was stuffed with a goat-skin booklet. In addition to the map of Crescent City and its surroundings, there were also the distribution of the main buildings in the city.

With equipment supplies, medical care, and pubs specially designed for rest, standing on the street, Roger felt as if he had traveled through a time tunnel and came to Bordeaux more than 100 years ago.

Passing through an iron gate, the real Crescent City came into view.

The ground is paved with stone bricks. The color of the buildings in the city is mainly gray. There are tall stone buildings everywhere. There are not many people on the street, and most of them are wearing gray cloth and linen.

They were in a hurry, and when they saw the decorations on Roger and others, they would quickly bow their heads and leave quickly.

"Although they can communicate with us normally, the people here naturally have an inexplicable resistance to us."

Someone next to me said.

"But it's not because of the guild's mission, who cares about the life and death of this group of things?"

Roger turned to look sideways, and it was the big man who spoke just now. Seeing Roger's gaze, the big man raised his chest and smiled.

"You don't need to care about these guys, they are different from the people above, as long as it's not too much..."

A meaningful smile appeared on the big man's face, "Sometimes it's good to change the taste."

"Don't take them too seriously."

"Just a bunch of aliens."

Roger didn't say a word. The corner of his eyes swept across the corner of his eyes, but he was surprised to find that most people's faces showed expressions similar to that of the big man.

Everyone he saw on the street, to the witcher who came here from Bordeaux, seemed not much different from the npc in the game.

"My name is Perkins, and I am a witcher from the Locke family. If you have any difficult tasks, you can ask me for help."

The big man opened his mouth and introduced himself.

"Although it looks shabby and backward, and the facilities are not comparable to Bordeaux, please believe that as long as you stay here for a while, you will definitely fall in love with this world."

"Because here, strength represents the rules. Except for a few iron rules that need to be followed, we can do whatever we want!"

"This is not Menia, they are not protected by the law, so..."

The big man's mouth cracked.

"I think you will understand."

Although he didn't know what the man in front of him had done, through his slightly sinister smile, Roger seemed to see the blood and dirt behind him.

He also finally understood why the witcher fought monsters in Crescent City, but was still hostile to the residents here.

Because most of the witchers do not regard the residents here as human beings at all, and guys like Perkins may not come here for missions at all.

Rather, it is to satisfy some of his dark and twisted desires.

Hunting monsters is just a matter of chance.

"Let's go, go to the village mentioned in the mission." Henrik said, obviously not used to the surrounding atmosphere.

Roger nodded, the two did not continue to stay in Crescent City, but found the carriage responsible for the mission.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Roger sat in the carriage and watched the passing scenery outside. The whole city seemed to have completely restored Bordeaux more than 100 years ago.

But the strange thing is that under this seemingly real appearance, Roger felt an extreme falsehood.

Everything in front of me seemed like a bubble.

Break it with a poke!

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