Demon Hunter and His Hut

Lancelot likes to be quiet.

Especially enjoy the feeling of a person standing on a high place overlooking the earth, which gives him the illusion that he is in control of everything.

It's just that many things have been out of his control recently, especially the last operation under the Barron Tower. Although Gawain's interference was excluded, he was also condemned for the failure of this operation.

It's not hard to see this alienation in Green's attitude.

He tapped the button on the table lightly.

At this time, he desperately wanted to taste absinthe, but there was no response for a long time after the bell rang. When Lancelot was a little impatient, the door was pushed open without warning.

A familiar voice sounded.

"Tsk tsk, the famous first knight has no one to drink with him."

"It's dreary."

Lancelot turned his head sharply, his eyes like frozen frost.

"Gawain!?"

Gawain threw out an unopened bottle of absinthe, but the bottle was enveloped by a sudden breath in the air, and it turned into a lump of ice when it landed.

"What are you doing here?!"

Lancelot asked coldly.

"Look at my biggest competitor ever."

Gawain found a chair casually and sat down with a relaxed expression on his face, as if he really came to see a friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Lancelot clenched his fists, and he was covered with a layer of frost. When the sunlight outside the window shone on him through the glass, it seemed to put a suit of armor on him.

The time is noon.

In this case, it is almost impossible to defeat Gawain.

As if unaware of Lancelot's agitation, Gao Wen said casually, "Do you think I'm your biggest obstacle?"

Gao Wen smiled.

"Even if you catch me,

Are you sure you can be the leader candidate? "

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know better than anyone that the biggest obstacle in your way now is not me, but Bedwell."

"He is the oldest heritage knight of all of us, and he served in the knights even before Green became the captain."

"Similarly, he has the least amount of careful inheritance."

"I think you should know what that means."

"He found and hindered the arrival of the dark deer head Jing Keernon and the headless knight Rams. Although it doesn't look as dazzling as us, the actual combat effectiveness is not bad."

Gawain tapped the table lightly.

"In this case, if you were Green, who would you choose?"

Lancelot's breathing became rapid.

Of course he understood this, but he kept running away.

"You want to confuse me?"

Lancelot roared like a dragon in his throat. He felt that Gawain was fooling himself, which made him feel that he was insulted, not from the level of strength, but from his mind.

"I know what you think, you want me to help you create chaos and reduce the power of the Knights, so as to achieve your goal!"

Lancelot took a few deep breaths and regained his composure.

"Are you going out obediently, or let me drive you out?"

He sneered, "I may not be able to keep you, but if I want, I can make you pay some price!"

Gao Wen stood up knowingly.

"Don't do it, I'll go right away."

He spread his palms.

"I'm just making a small comment."

He shook his head, "but unfortunately, you disappointed me too much."

"Dear Lancelot, what you get depends on what you're willing to give."

"The price of freedom is precious."

"I don't want to give anything, I just want to wait for the gift of others..."

The master's body slowly stepped back, and he stood at the door with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"No matter how powerful it is, it's just a dog on a chain."

Without waiting for Lancelot to get angry, he jumped out of the window next to him.

"Bang!"

A roar came, the floor at the door burst, and the frost spread almost sealed the entire door.

Lancelot had a gloomy face, and when he walked to the door, he found that Gawain had disappeared outside.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Knowing that this is a trap, would you still jump into it?" Lancelot had a sarcastic smile on his lips, but his eyes wandered, and his brain was clearly engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

A thought took root in his mind.

"If Bedwell is also dead, then I will be the only candidate for the leader by an overwhelming advantage!"

"No, I can't be fooled by Gawain!"

Lancelot muttered to himself.

"Once this kind of thing is discovered..."

"Why was it discovered? If it was made a little more secretive, the design would be more twisted."

"Not against Bedwell, but against some people around him..."

A vicious thought slowly formed in his mind. Lancelot knew the consequences of doing so, but he couldn't help but think about it and analyze it.

Even... to practice!

On the other hand, Gawain, who left Lancelot, looked relaxed. Of course, he knew that Lancelot could not be seduced by a few simple words, but even so, Gawain was willing to give it a try.

Lancelot looks arrogant, but he is actually indecisive. Certain characteristics in his blood make him easily disturbed by emotions.

In fact, there are really not many choices left to him.

Even if he doesn't do anything now, once this idea is planted, when the time is right, he can't help but do something.

At the same time, Roger, who returned to Dublin, received a message from the Knights that Tamara officially took over the Erde area. He didn't even need to do a handover before being dispatched directly to Poland.

Take office immediately.

Roger didn't want to meet Tamara at first, but after receiving the news, he simply packed up and left Eld.

Poland is a city located in Central Europe. Most of the place names in this world are very different from Roger's memory. It is rare to see a place with the exact same name as a country in a previous life.

Compared with the Poland that Roger remembered, the Poland of this world is larger. Because of casualties, the Knights' strength is seriously insufficient, which gives the other two forces an opportunity to join the management.

Poland, where Roger went, used to be the jurisdiction of the Nature Association. Among the three major forces, the Knights of the Round Table were in a dominant position at the beginning, mainly responsible for important cities in Europe.

Like the central and remote places, it is handed over to the Natural Association and the Warlock Assembly to take care of it.

According to the regulations, Roger can bring some of his staff to Poland, but the Bedwell he played was originally a recluse, and he has always been alone, and naturally he has no power.

As for Eld, the original power was dispersed, and then distributed to other areas along with the Gaheris brothers and Tristan.

Roger didn't want to be troublesome, he rejected the decision of the headquarters, and set off to Poland alone.

In his previous life, the game The Wizard was adapted from a Polish fantasy novel, so Roger also had some special feelings for this city he had never met before.

The capital of Poland is Warsaw, but the place Roger is going to is not there, but in the northeast of the whole country, and further north, after crossing a mountain range, he will approach another part of Europe.

The jungle is dense and inaccessible, and the whole of Europe is sparsely populated. Many extraordinary forces have enough space and areas to arrange.

After arriving at the designated place, a relevant person received Roger and sent him all the way to the headquarters of the Nature Society in Poland.

Roger was wearing a name badge issued by the Knights of the Round Table to represent his identity. He rode a carriage. After the vehicle broke into the forest, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

It didn't take long for the window to return to normal. Rows of thick white brocade trees stood on both sides. At the end of the road, there was a white woman in a green robe standing there.

Behind her, there are two rows of extraordinary people wearing the same clothes.

Their clothing is similar, but there are subtle differences in the specific patterns, all with green as the base, but the clothes standing on the left are printed with vine-like twigs.

On the right, you can see the claws, feathers and teeth of the beast, as well as a little plant.

This represents the two major components of the Natural Society.

Wizards and Druids.

The carriage slowly stopped.

"Mr. Bedwell, you are welcome at the Polish headquarters."

The white woman in the first place stepped forward and said loudly.

Roger got out of the carriage and looked at the other side.

An ordinary-looking European woman with a tall stature, somewhat bushy eyebrows, and firm, piercing eyes.

The wide robe could not hide the ups and downs of her figure.

Roger just glanced at it and then retracted his gaze.

"Ms Hana, nice to meet you."

Roger nodded. Before he came, this Hana used to be the person in charge here, and she was also a third-order extraordinary.

That is the full moon witch.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Roger suddenly recalled the first time he entered Bordeaux.

At that time, he was still struggling to enter the supernatural, and the full moon-level Cassandra was almost an existence that he could only look up to.

But now.

His eyes swept over.

Hana, who is also a third-order, can only lower her head. Both are third-order, but the gap between them is also huge.

This level of third-order, unless the number is large enough, or the ability is weird, and cooperates with each other, or it really can't bring too much trouble to Roger.

"Welcome, Mr. Bedwell, I used to be the person in charge here. Although you should have read the relevant materials, I think it is necessary to introduce the combat power distribution of the Polish headquarters to you."

Hana took a back seat because of Roger's arrival, but the woman's face showed no dissatisfaction.

The Knights of the Round Table are well-known, and they have been challenged by many extraordinary people during their nearly 100-year rule, but most of them have failed.

The Knights of the Round Table do have their strengths.

If the strength of the Warlock Assembly is expressed at the individual level, then the Knights of the Round Table is expressed at a more specific combat power.

Their level of power may be a little worse than that of the Warlock Gathering Hall, but when a battle does happen, the actual combat performance can often determine many things.

"no need."

Roger waved his hand indifferently, his eyes swept across everyone's faces, and in the next second, he activated the power on the Sword of the Sun.

The powerful fire attribute energy enveloped the surroundings, and everyone felt as if they were in a furnace. This sudden oppression caused a brief panic on the scene.

But in the next second, a powerful force retracted into the body, and everyone raised their heads and looked at Roger in astonishment.

"I already understand."

The momentary feedback just now was enough for Roger to find out the strength of everyone.

To his surprise, Hana standing beside him turned out to be stronger than he imagined, and the energy fluctuations were probably at the same level as Gaharis.

"Sir, are you like this..."

A vague dissatisfaction flashed across Hana's face, but Roger's words dispelled all her concerns.

"I don't have any interest in managing others. If you've ever known me, you'll know that I'm used to being alone."

"In the future, the affairs here will be handed over to you. Don't bother me with the messy little things."

Roger stepped forward.

"If something goes wrong, I'm just looking for you."

Hana's eyebrows twitched, suppressing the surprise on her face, but she still shied away:

"How is this possible, after all, you are the person in charge here..."

"you are not willing?"

Roger glanced back at Hana, and then his eyes fell on a druid, a woman with a plump figure and a beautiful face.

Her eyes are slightly raised, and the desire like a beast flows in her eyes, which is unforgettable at first sight.

"Since you don't want to, then she will come."

Hana's smile froze on her face.

"Mr. Bedwell, you..."

"Oh?"

Roger stopped, "Do you have an opinion?"

"me……"

"It's fine if you don't."

He looked at the plump woman, "What's your name?"

"Rachel, sir."

the woman replied.

"Can it be done?"

"Don't worry, I promise to keep you satisfied."

The woman bit her red lips, her eyes wandered, and her eyes swept across Roger's face.

"Ha ha."

Roger let out a hearty laugh.

"Take me to where I live, and you can arrange the rest."

"Do not worry."

The woman nodded.

The Natural Association is at the bottom of the three major forces, not because their overall strength is too weak, but because the members of the Natural Association are mixed.

Its internal druids and wizards are divided into two groups. Taking today's reception as an example, the two forces are also divided into two rows.

And Roger chose this woman, of course, not because of her body... her beauty.

But because of strength.

This woman is very hidden, and it is estimated that the real combat power is not much different from that of Hana, and there is also the support of a force behind her.

As for whether the two forces will conflict and cause infighting, that is not what Roger needs to consider.

To be honest, he has no intention of dealing with these crap at all. As soon as he finds the time, he intends to get rid of this identity and do what he should do.

At the end of the road is a high mountain with an ancient castle on the top of the mountain.

The quaint architecture and the majesty of the mountains are perfectly blended together. Roger looked up at the smoke lingering on the top of the mountain with a smile on his face.

"I like it here."