Demon Hunter and His Hut

Roger frowned.

He was now almost certain that Mal was killed by the beast while stalking him.

But why did Bob's father send someone to follow me?

This made Roger really confused. What did he want to investigate? Or did he find something?

Being followed, Roger's first thought was Ivy. He didn't come to this world for a long time, and he didn't have much interaction with other people. Ivy was the most motivated.

but now……

The clues are messy and disordered, and if you follow any one of them, you will get different results.

"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. After the funeral, there will be a memorial service at their house. Are you going?"

Amanda asked suddenly.

Roger nodded quickly, "Go, let's see if there are any clues by the way."

The two exchanged a few more words, but Amanda obviously didn't know much, and it was inconvenient for Roger to tell Amanda a lot of information, and she left after a while.

"I'm glad to see you get along so well."

When Roger was thinking about something, Andreine's voice suddenly came from the door. Turning around, Andreine was wearing a home uniform and walked towards Roger with two cups in her hands.

"A cup of hot cocoa."

"Ms Andreen..."

"Between me and Amanda..."

Roger now feels as if he was caught by the other's parents when he was having a tryst with the little girl.

"Hey, you don't have to be nervous."

Seeing Roger's appearance, Andreen felt a little amused.

"That's your young people's business, I won't interfere too much, if you can really talk..."

"I'm very optimistic about you..."

"Amanda was not close to me since she was a child. When she grew up, she became more independent. He has very few friends at school. I am really happy for her to see that you can talk to each other."

"Although she often speaks hard and speaks not so well, she is not bad at heart."

Roger also nodded, "She is indeed a good girl."

"It's a pity that it's not a sorceress..." He added silently in his heart.

what?

Why should I think so?

"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. I have prepared a formal suit for you. Although you only met once, I think you should be able to send him his last ride."

"No problem." Roger nodded.

After chatting a few more times, Andreen left. Roger got up and was about to close the door when a small head with red hair suddenly came in.

Amanda looked at Roger warily, "What did Mommy just tell you?"

"Tell me about the embarrassment of you peeing your pants when you were a kid."

Roger's face darkened.

"real?"

Amanda nearly exploded.

"fake."

Roger replied helplessly.

"Roger!!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Amanda, I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed, good night!"

Roger waved and slammed the door shut before Amanda could respond.

After a while, a note suddenly slipped under the crack of the door, "It's very dangerous outside now, don't go out at night."

"I'll be watching you!"

At the end, he also drew a fierce grimace.

With a warm heart, Roger shreds the note.

He really didn't plan to go into the woods at night until something was confirmed. On the one hand, he would be more likely to be attacked by wild animals, and on the other hand, he was also a little worried.

Is the other party simply stalking, or is there something else?

Locking the door, Roger sat on the rug in front of the bed.

He took off the clothes on his upper body, let his skin contact the air directly, took a deep breath, then exhaled it, closed his eyes, the breath gradually became longer,

Then start to meditate according to the method described in the manual.

After a while, he reluctantly opened his eyes.

He has experienced too many things recently, and there are many doubts lingering in his mind, and his thoughts are cluttered, making him unable to calm down at all.

He found the hidden concentration potion, thought about it, and put it back.

This thing is really amazing, but if you don't fall asleep in the hunter's hut, just relying on natural sleep, even two or three days, you can't fully recover your energy.

There is more to do tomorrow.

Empty your mind, adjust your breathing...

After a while, Roger opened his eyes again.

"Or not."

In fact, physical cultivation and spiritual cultivation are completely opposite.

One is very moving and the other is very quiet.

This is also the reason why there are so few geniuses with concurrent training.

Just like in real life, it is extremely difficult to expect a sports maniac to become a music prince.

The concentration potion on the table reflected a special brilliance in the moonlight. Seeing this scene, Roger suddenly had a thought.

He took a glass of water, and then carefully instilled a few drops of the concentration potion.

After a little stir, lift your head and drink the water from the glass.

The potion worked quickly, but the effect was much weaker than before.

But that's exactly what Roger wanted to see.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, his brain quickly became calm, his chest rose and fell according to a special rhythm, and a warm current was injected into his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, when Roger opened his eyes again and glanced at the clock on the wall at random, two hours had passed.

It seems that meditation has counteracted the fatigue, and there are no side effects of taking the concentration medicine in the brain in the past. Roger was overjoyed when he discovered this.

This means that he can meditate every night in lieu of sleep.

And with the improvement of his strength, he may be able to gradually get out of the potion and take the initiative to enter a state of meditation.

At that point, he can even try the Concentration Elixir after leaving the Hunter's Hut.

As long as you recover lost energy through meditation afterwards, meditation is not omnipotent, and it cannot replace real sleep, after all, it cannot restore physical fatigue.

It was nearly midnight, and Roger cautiously came to the window to observe the street outside through the gap in the curtains.

Soon after, he really found some anomalies.

"There's someone in that blue Ford."

Under the dim street lights, Roger's eyes naturally couldn't penetrate the car window, but after a long period of observation, he noticed the occasional shaking of the car body.

Even couples who want to fight in the wild would not choose this kind of residential area. It is near midnight, who would be so bored that they would sit in the car alone?

After writing down the license plate number, Roger ignored it, sat down with his knees crossed, and started a new round of meditation.

again and again, until it is bright.

He opened his eyes, his mind was clear and full of energy, but his body was stiff from sitting cross-legged all night.

"It would be great if this thing could be practiced lying down."

Roger thought greedily.

The breakfast was simple but nutritious. After the meal, little Jack was picked up by his aunt, while Andreen took Roger and the two to Simpson's house.

It was a small two-story building near the edge of the town. The paint on the outside of the house was peeling off. It seemed that the financial situation of the Simpson family was not very good.

Although the Simpson's house looks dilapidated, there is a large courtyard behind it, and he will be buried in the family cemetery behind.

As he got out of the car, Roger caught a glimpse of an unremarkable blue Ford parked on the side of the road.