Demon Hunter and His Hut

After finishing the communication with Gawain, Roger still couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Snow White, Pale Blood, how is this possible?"

"The formation of pale blood is extremely harsh, and it is a high concentration of the spirit and blood of a third-order extraordinary person."

According to Gawain, the gap between the third and fourth orders is not reflected in power, but in class.

Condensed with pale blood, what changed was not a simple body structure, but something more strange and incomprehensible in words.

Or you can call it the life level.

So in a sense, the fourth-order has almost a dominant influence on the third-order, which is an irresistible force that is engraved in the depths of the soul.

Hearing this news made Roger's mood sink slightly. He couldn't help but think of the feeling he had when facing Tamara alone a few days ago, the strange feeling that his blood seemed to be frozen and his thoughts slowed down.

This is the real crushing.

Maybe after getting close, Roger can cut off Tamara's head with a single sword, but if there is no way to suppress this pressure from the body's instinct, a Tier 3 will never have a chance to defeat Tier 4.

It's hard to even hurt the opponent.

If you want to leapfrog battle, there must be a solution, but Gawain didn't talk about this topic. In order to hide his level, Roger couldn't ask questions directly.

He could only inquire from other angles, but Gawain did not give Roger any response.

"Black Script, Snow White, and Pale Blood."

Roger frowned and could not help clenching his fists.

This is also a rare opportunity for him.

This black manuscript has opened up a space almost alone, and the specific entry and exit methods should be very strict, and entering there is equivalent to being confined to a Jedi.

However, because of the hunter's hut, it is a place where others are Jedi. Once Roger enters it, he can even use the two hunter's huts in turn, and perfectly pass the cooling time of both sides.

In disguised form, a permanent connection is achieved.

The so-called Jedi to him,

Maybe it can be a treasure.

Entering the black manuscript, Roger can first use the temporary migration function of the cemetery hut to open up the passage there and the shadow hut.

After the temporary migration function of the cemetery hut ends, he can turn on the temporary migration function of the mist hut again.

Back and forth.

If everything goes well, the danger will be greatly reduced. Even if you can't get the ultimate treasure, you can avoid other people's random search, and you should have unexpected results.

Maybe these resources are enough for Roger to upgrade the Shadow Cabin to level 9 and complete the Dream Trial!

In the transcendent world, strength is the foundation. Although Roger is unwilling to join Gawain's so-called organization, this does not mean that he does not have a sense of crisis.

It's just that compared to Gawain's radical confrontation method, Roger can completely achieve a leap in strength through accumulation, and then make himself more calm.

"This is just an opportunity, maybe you can go in and take a look, and then take the opportunity to fake death and get out!"

Roger calculated in his heart.

The mask that Claudia gave him gave Roger a lot of variability in his identity, thus giving birth to infinite possibilities.

According to the previous agreement, Roger could appear at the Foreign Spirit Conference as a so-called behind-the-scenes boss. Correspondingly, Gawain needed to give Roger the fragments of the Gate of Shadows in the hands of Black Soul.

Roger mentioned this matter vaguely in the conversation just now, and Gawain readily agreed, and proposed the final closing time.

As for how Gawain obtained the treasure in the hands of the Black Soul, that was not what Roger needed to care about.

Although he did not fight monsters for several days, Roger did not have a particularly easy life. He did not choose to rest in the manor in the real world, but entered the shadow cabin.

After a period of repair and decoration, the place has changed a lot compared to before.

Beautiful handmade rugs, large lounges, and special spaces on each floor are enough for Roger to do whatever he wants here.

The space distribution is reasonable, and there are even a lot of free areas. Even if the level of the hunter's hut continues to expand, there is still enough room for adjustment.

This is a real estate.

Because of the interaction between shadow and reality, when Roger is in the shadow cabin, the real world is another dimension to him.

Like a shadow, he can feel everything that happens in reality.

This way he won't miss any real-world news even if he's in the Shadow Cabin.

The former wooden bed was finally upgraded to a luxurious soft bed by Roger. The turquoise velvet quilt was fluffy and soft. Even if several people rolled on it, it would not look crowded.

But unfortunately, there has been no chance to try it.

After changing into clean clothes, Roger lay down on the wooden bed to restore his energy.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the shadow world seemed to cut off everything.

In a daze, he fell asleep.

midnight.

Roger, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, he jumped out of bed suddenly, his body adjusted his center of gravity in the air like a civet cat, and fell silently to the ground.

All of this is a subconscious reaction, and the short hairs of the carpet tucked into the soles of his feet made Roger's brain awake a lot.

"This is a shadow world that only I can enter..."

His tense muscles suddenly relaxed, but he soon knew that his physical alertness was not due to overstretching.

But because he really found something.

The night is cold as water.

At the beginning of October, the temperature in Dublin has dropped, although it will not make people feel cold, but when you go out at night, you need to put on a jacket to keep out the cold.

Roger walked to the window, the sky of the shadow world was as gray as ever, and everything here was not so real.

His pupils shrank, and he saw two figures standing in front of the manor.

Naturally, the rules of the area shrouded by the Shadow Hut were not broken, and it was not the two living people who appeared in front of the door, but their shadows.

The distance was not too far, but the shadows they cast on the shadow world looked dazed, and Roger raised his head, his eyes seemed to pierce the ceiling of the manor's roof and the hazy sky.

into the real world.

And he finally saw the appearance of the two people in front of the manor.

A woman was wearing a gray-white robe, and standing beside her was an old man with a slightly hunchbacked face and thin cheeks. The old man had gray hair and sunken eye sockets. His eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.

"Galahad, go see if Bedwell is here?"

"Although this place once belonged to the Lietta family, but now he is Bedwell's mansion after all."

Green was still wearing that shabby black robe, he coughed in a low voice and commanded.

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