Demon Hunter and His Hut

Dickinson took Roger's eyes and noticed that Roger was not carrying any weapons, and the smile on his face became brighter.

"Thank you for your trust, my friend."

"Come with me."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked in.

A luxuriously decorated hall appeared in front of him. The thickness of the carpet under his feet was just right. The walls were covered with famous paintings from all over the world. Dickinson introduced to Roger as he walked.

"This is the favorite tea set of the Duke of Norman more than two hundred years ago, and this painting, the masterpiece of Faku's surrealist master..."

His footsteps swept across Roger's face.

"We are extraordinary, but wealth in reality is equally meaningful to us. After the transformation is completed, everything here is yours."

Dickinson took Roger to the study on the second floor. The study was filled with a lot of books. When he came to the cherry wood desk, Dickinson picked up a stack of documents and handed them to Roger.

"Sign it."

"Signing this document, this manor and its properties will belong to you."

Kaka!

Dickinson pressed a button on the table, and the bookshelves on the wall behind him were pushed aside to both sides, and what appeared in front of Roger was a storage room covering an area of ​​100 square meters.

Various precious transcendental materials and herbs are placed in it.

"These are yours too."

With Roger's calm breathing, he couldn't help but become a little faster, and he was looking forward to it at this time, "Don't be related..."

So many things are enough for Roger to practice for a long time.

Dickinson flicked the switch again, and the bookshelves closed, "Okay, then we can start the ceremony."

He took Roger out of the study and continued upwards to a room on the third floor.

The room was very empty, with a huge chandelier hanging from the top.

In the center of the room is a complex circle, and in the center of the circle, a young man kneels there with his eyes closed.

Ka Ka Ka!

An iron fence suddenly fell from the window and door of the room, blocking all exits.

"Don't worry, this is just to avoid some unnecessary distractions." Dickinson explained with a smile.

Roger didn't speak, just looked at the circle in front of him and the man on the circle. After entering the room, he became very vigilant.

He now very much hopes that Dickinson in front of him has nothing to do with Abraham, so that he can help Dickinson complete the transformation, and then obtain a huge fortune.

Wealth and silk move people's hearts, and no one can be exempted from it.

"What do I need to do?"

Roger took the initiative to ask.

"During the conversion process, the consciousness of the original owner of this body will have a violent conflict with me, and the degree and duration of the conflict will cause irreversible damage to this body."

Dickinson explained.

"Every time we change our body, we need to start training again, and the quality and aptitude of different bodies will affect our promotion speed.

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"So generally speaking, when we choose to transform our bodies, we will choose those young people with outstanding talents and certain strengths."

"Such people also have a stronger instinct to resist."

Dickinson glanced at Roger.

"So I need your help to link our consciousness and spirit together through special methods."

"Using the strength of the two of us to suppress the body's instinctive resistance, use the shortest time to avoid damage."

"Spiritual connection?"

Roger frowned.

"Does it have to be like this?"

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Roger refused.

There was a model of the hunter's hut in his psychic consciousness, and for whatever reason he couldn't take that risk.

"What are you worried about?" Dickinson stepped forward.

"Worried I'll hurt you?"

He sneered.

"You are just an ordinary demon hunter who has just entered the extraordinary, with limited strength and wealth, and I..."

With a low roar, Dickinson's body erupted with momentum. He took a step forward again, and the whole person jumped up to ask for centimeters, and the originally thin body also became burly.

"The body I'm using now awakened the bloodline when I entered the supernatural. Although the aptitude is ordinary, it is still much stronger than a demon hunter like you."

Dickinson looked contemptuous.

"No need to refute, your bloodline doesn't fluctuate, you're just the most common witcher."

"What qualifications do you have to refuse me like this?!" Dickinson asked.

"I'm sorry!" Roger looked firm.

He stepped back. "I think I should leave."

The expression on Dickinson's face became more and more dangerous, and the momentum on his body continued to rise. Roger also slowly tightened the muscles on his body, but just when he thought that Dickinson was about to shoot.

The momentum on the other side suddenly dropped, and a smile appeared on Dickinson's face, "Sorry, I was too impulsive, I should respect your choice."

"The materials lent to me before, I will return them to you as soon as possible."

"double."

Roger said.

"No, no need."

Dickinson grinned, the corners of his mouth pulled almost to his ears.

"A little bit of insignificant material, you don't have to pay it back, compared to those..."

"I want you more!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure who was kneeling on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark, and he suddenly bounced off the ground.

Roger had been paying attention to the other party's actions for a long time, but before he could react, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him.

"There's someone behind?!"

Roger was startled, and swept behind him while dodging.

laugh!

The powerful impact hit Roger's ribs from another direction, and at the same time as his body was knocked out, Roger saw a little ripple in the air.

A vague figure flashed out of it.

"invisible?"

After landing, Roger did not attack immediately, but rushed to the window at the fastest speed.

"Dear Roger, where are you going?"

Dickinson's voice came.

"The so-called ritual shouldn't be just a spiritual connection, right?" Roger sneered.

"Of course not!" Dickinson smiled strangely.

"It would be great if you were willing to promise me obediently. Now that you are unwilling, we have to do it ourselves."

In this closed room, Dickinson didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Be careful when you start, I want to live!"

His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and Roger's eyes quickly swept across the room, but apart from the figure whose body was distorted and rushed towards him, he didn't see anyone other than Dickinson in the room.

Seeing the calm Dickinson, Roger laughed, "What a pity, you've been fooled."

"The Hunter Guild has long known about the matter between you and Abraham!"

As soon as the words fell, Dickinson's face changed suddenly, and Roger was certain in his heart. After confirming this, many of the next things would be easier to handle.

The strength that Abraham showed was terrible. He had to obtain some evidence before he could get Mr. Sean's help.

At this moment, the deformed monster also came to Roger. Roger's right hand pierced like a poisonous snake and punched the monster's throat.

There was a crackling sound, and Roger pinched the monster's neck. At the same time, a transparent figure flashed from behind Roger.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Roger stretched out his left hand without looking back, and the dharma seal in his mind shone brightly.

Orange flames spewed out.

The flames illuminated the entire room like sunlight, and the figure in the attacking stance was completely exposed to the flames.

"The angle is just right."

"boom!"

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