Demon Hunter and His Hut

barron.

As the capital of Faku, it is one of the best cosmopolitan cities in Europe, just like Wudu.

The romance of France is famous all over the world. It attracts passionate men and women from all over the world, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, and the most famous one is the iron tower standing in the center of the city.

Roger already knew about this iron tower and its surrounding environment. At this time, he was wearing the mask that Claudia gave him. His appearance, body and temperament were very different from before.

What they wear is not much different from the men and women who come to travel.

Roger originally planned to set the time in the early morning, when the sun was full and there were not too many pedestrians, but after thinking about it, the Paladin changed the time to noon.

That is the time of day when there are the most tourists.

Maybe he did it for his own safety.

In fact, it is not that extraordinary incidents have occurred near these famous scenic spots, but every one of this guy who made a shocking act at the risk of the world died tragically.

Regardless of strength.

This made Roger feel the power of the Privy Council from another aspect.

They may have more important things to do, but that doesn't mean that after something happens, they don't have the ability to make amends and punish those who did wrong.

Looking at the watch, the hands coincided, and the time came to noon.

"Mr. Mist has kept you waiting."

A voice suddenly sounded from the ear.

Roger turned his head in surprise, and there was a tall man beside him.

He looks ordinary, wearing casual clothes that can be seen everywhere, and carrying a black briefcase in his hand.

"Your disguise is really thorough."

The tall man, the paladin, spoke up.

"You're not bad either." Roger looked at the paladin a few times. To be honest, with his eyesight at this time, he couldn't tell the true strength of the paladin.

Weird.

The breath seems to fluctuate all the time.

"So...the transaction begins?"

"Is it here?"

asked the Holy Knight.

"Where's your stuff?" Roger's eyes fell on the briefcase in the Paladin's hands.

"I've prepared a Barron's guidebook with one page that I think you'll love."

The paladin opened the zipper, took out a children's book, and opened one of the pages to show Roger.

Inside the pages is a verdant island surrounded by clear waters. The waves crashed with seabirds circling the sky.

"Where's your stuff?" The paladin held the pages tightly in his hands.

"it's here."

Roger said unhurriedly, unzipped his jacket, took out the lining pocket, and then pulled out a lantern from the Paladin's astonished eyes!

It felt so weird.

It's as if someone pulled a one-meter-long stick out of your trouser pocket right under your nose!

"This...what's the matter?"

The paladin's eyes widened.

To know. The larger the area of ​​the cursed land, the more comprehensive the rules and the more stable its internal space. There are some cursed items, which will also form a small internal space for special reasons.

However, the structure of such a space is easily changed by the influence of the surrounding environment, so that the items stored in it are lost or damaged.

Therefore, like the Qiankun bag and storage ring in Xiuxian, Roger has never seen it in this world.

As for the Paladin, he does have a silver manuscript in his hand, and inside it contains a small world, but every time this world is opened and closed, it is huge.

If you want to be the target of public criticism, just try.

That's why he was horrified by Roger's act of pulling a lantern from his pocket.

In fact, Roger just connected the shadow hut from the shadow between the clothes, and then took out the lantern for the pale blood from the storage box.

Almost instantly, the paladin crushed the lantern and inhaled the pale blood into his body. At the same time, Roger took the book from his hand.

"all the best."

The paladin stepped back cautiously.

"I'm going to leave now."

"Me too."

The two looked at each other, smiled at each other, took a few steps back, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

At the same time, on a building near the iron tower, a woman with a dull expression put down the telescope in her hand, she picked up the phone and said to the other side:

"Your people had better be around the tower."

"This time the target was a young man wearing a grey jacket with a plain plaid shirt and jeans."

"Oh, he's standing at the bottom of the tower now..."

"You better hurry up."

The woman's expression was dull, like a marionette.

Just as she was speaking, a young man in the crowd took off his hood and fixed his gaze firmly on a tall man with a briefcase.

"I feel it now!"

"Beating in his body..."

"That's my blood!"

Trying to suppress the excitement on his face, "Paladin, let you be happy for a while, you can't escape!"

"hey-hey."

"As for the so-called Mr. Mist, you'd better not come to trade in person, otherwise Lancelot's people will definitely bring you some trouble."

"Let's fight, it's better to kill more people, if even Lancelot dies... Tsk tsk, then the whole of Europe will be lively."

At this time, Roger, who was walking quickly, also found an abnormality.

He pretended to be admiring the scenery, but he had a panoramic view of everything around him. He had a mask in disguise. Even if he turned on Hunter Vision, no one noticed.

"Extraordinary?"

"Is it the paladins or the ambush of Abraham?" Roger's muscles tightened.

He concentrated his mind, while feeling the distance between the pale blood and himself.

For today's transaction, he had already made preparations. Although the paladin took the pale blood, unless he immediately swallowed it up, he would definitely be perceived by Roger.

A few people in the distance gradually surrounded themselves in a triangle, Roger mixed in with the crowd and slowly clenched his fists.

His vigilance also aroused the vigilance of others. The eyes of several people collided in the air, and the surrounding pedestrians seemed to disappear, leaving only each other in the eyes of everyone.

The battle seems to be imminent at any time!

Somewhere on the upper floors of the tower, Lancelot's silver hair was flying in the air, and he looked down at what was happening under his feet.

All beings crawl under their feet, and everything seems to be under control.

"Idiot, think you can control everything by hiding behind the scenes?" Lancelot sneered.

"As long as there is a purpose, it will definitely be exposed."

"Has Bowes caught up with the other guy?" Lancelot asked.

Someone nodded, "He is ready and can attack at any time!"

"Let Bowes catch the guy who left, and the next three deal with the so-called big fish."

"Be prepared at the same time. When we attack, the guy who is hiding behind the scenes will definitely jump out."

"Find him and drag them all into our world!"

"The world under the Barron's Tower!"