Demon Hunter and His Hut

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The car slowly stopped in front of the hut.

Two tall men got out of the car.

From the beginning to the end, the one-armed old man lay quietly by the lake. He didn't seem to be curious at all, or he already knew the identity of the person who came through other channels.

"I like the environment here."

A rough voice came.

"Gaharis, we should really rest here for a while."

"I bet you'd be out of here in three days at most without women and alcohol."

Another voice came.

"Have a little faith in me, I think I can last at least four days."

A rough voice came to the one-armed old man.

"God, Bedwell, how did you get so old?"

"The last time I saw you, you looked at most 50 years old, but now, you look like an old man in his 70s or 80s."

The one-armed old man took off the straw hat on his face, and his mood was affected, and a trace of displeasure flashed on his face.

"Gareth, keep your voice down, I'm not old enough to hear what you're saying."

Impatiently getting up from the recliner, he stared at Gareth, a burly and bearded man.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"There was something going on."

Gaharis, who was behind Gareth, stepped forward. He was a bald and strong man with a face full of flesh.

"But looking at your current state, I'm afraid you can't help much."

"What's the matter? Haven't found your inheritor yet?"

Gabriel asked.

"It's still a little short, give me some more time, and it should be done."

Bedwell, the one-armed man, replied.

"Bedwell, you really should learn from Tristan. He only needs to choose among the few blood mystic families, and he can easily find his successor."

"We're different." Bedwell shook his head.

"Although Tristan can easily find a successor, his recovery speed is much slower than mine."

"You can come here to find me, aren't you looking for some of my abilities?"

"What you said does make sense."

Gaharis shook his head, "I don't know right now how I survived."

"The deer-headed spirit that killed Tristan so badly is back. The three of us probably won't be able to kill that thing. We need some extra help."  "How long do you need?"  "Who knows? ?" The one-armed old man shook the fishing rod in his hand.

"Maybe a month, maybe a week..."

"Maybe in the next second."

"Damn it, I hate the way you talk the most!" Gareth pouted.

"Come on, let's find someone else."

"This time, if there are no four inheritance knights, I will definitely not step into that forest."

"Can you imagine? The last time we could kill one out of three by that thing."

"Three on one?"

Bedwell glanced at Gareth, "Didn't you say you killed one last time?"

"That's the result of publicity."

Gabriel was also a little helpless.

"One was killed by the monster in three fights. If this matter spreads, it will be a blow to the prestige of the Knights of the Round Table."

"In addition, it is not easy for us to explain to the Privy Council."

Bedwell nodded in understanding.

But if this is the case, the strength of the deer head will need to be re-estimated.

Seeming to see the expression on Bedwell's face, Gaheris replied, "You guessed it right, that deer head is indeed much stronger than the official description."

"Infinitely close to the fourth order."

"Tier 4, Tier 4, damn hierarchy, in my opinion, the ordinary Tier 4 is not as scary as that!" Gareth shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Last time we obviously beat that guy up, but it's been so long, he actually appeared in the woods intact."

"If we guessed correctly, some kind of terrifying spell must have been solidified on that guy, which is a very terrifying innate ability for the deer head."

【Resurrection】

"If you can't find the body on which it entrusts the spell, no matter how many times you kill it, the result will be the same."

"It might even get stronger!"

"Forget it, Gaharis, don't waste time here." Gareth said impatiently.

"Since this guy can't help, let's try our luck with others."

"Good luck!" The one-armed old man sat down without raising his head. For him, it seemed that the fishing rod in front of him could attract his attention more.

"Who else in the Knights has time?"

"Damn it, there are always accidents all over the place recently, can't those damned guys stop for a few days?"

"I'm going to kill those things sooner or later!"

"Or be killed by them, when will these days come to an end."

Gareth's voice faded away, and at this moment the fishing rod jumped, Bedwell's wrist shook, and when he raised it, a large fish was pulled ashore by him.

He gave a satisfied smile.

"Finally a fish is hooked"

At the same time, Roger and others, who had been trekking in the forest for a while, finally saw a dilapidated castle in the afterglow of the setting sun after passing through a dense forest.

But they were surprised that in addition to the three of them, they saw several young people carrying photographic equipment in front of the castle gate.

Coming here, the crow flying in mid-air suddenly burst open, its body turned into a plume of black smoke, and disappeared into the air.

"right here."

Henrik frowned. From the outside, this place may have been abandoned for many years, but according to Stephen, this is a top-level party venue with luxurious decoration.

"Everyone be careful."

The three of Roger walked down the hillside, and at this time several young people in the distance also noticed the whereabouts of the three.

"Hey guys, are you guys here to film your expedition too?"

The speaker was a young man with curly hair, with a strange pronunciation similar to some parts of eastern Menia.

Under the cover of the sunglasses, Roger silently activated Hunter Vision, and his eyes swept over several people one by one.

Three men and two women, one of them is a couple, and the other girl and the remaining two seem to maintain a close relationship.

But that's all, the three of them are ordinary people, and nothing abnormal was found in them.

On the other hand, Henrik and Ge Wei also exchanged glances. Without communicating with the five people too much, they pushed open the dilapidated door of the old castle and walked in.

The air is filled with the smell of decay, the floor is seriously damaged, many plants are drilled from the gaps in the floor, the interior of the castle is full of green, and some even block the road, making the environment here very complicated.

"Separate or together?" Henrik asked.

"None of them."

Ge Wei bent down and squatted down, her hands sank into the grass under her feet, and when she raised her head, her eyes glowed with pale green light, and the surrounding grass squeaked, and unknown energy poured into it.

"Compared to blood hunters who focus on fighting, the variety of witches' abilities is simply too convenient."

After a while, Ge Wei stood up, and the energy fluctuations on her body disappeared.

"Come with me, I found something unusual."