Demon Hunter and His Hut

Five days have passed, and Roger has basically adapted to the life in the Polish headquarters. To be honest, he doesn't care about any affairs here.

On the first night, the woman named Rachel crept into Roger's room without a sound.

She twisted her waist like a beautiful snake and stripped off her clothes, but Roger just gave her a cold glance.

"Where did you come from, where did you go back?"

His face was calm, and he didn't seem to see the desire in the woman's eyes at all.

"Take your clothes when you go."

All Rachel saw in Roger's eyes was indifference. She couldn't help shivering. She didn't even care about getting dressed, so she ran away from the window.

After a few days of calm, Gao Wen did not take the initiative to contact Roger. Roger tried to inquire about the progress of the matter several times, but in the end he endured it.

It's not a good thing to rush too much.

There was news from the knights that it was said that a passage opened by the headless knight and others had been found in the forest where the warlock assembly was located, and they were strengthening it.

When everything is ready, you can call in people to enter another world and nip everything in the bud.

On the sixth day, Rachel came to visit Roger again.

But this time she came in clothes during the day.

"Is something wrong?"

Rachel didn't even dare to look up into Roger's eyes.

"Mr. Bedwell, the warlocks gathered all a mission to investigate into Poland, and they hoped to get some help from us."

This was originally just a trivial matter, but Rachel didn't know the attitude of Roger, the inheritance knight, to the warlock, so she came to ask directly.

"You can deal with it." He said casually.

Rachel nodded, then added, "Mr. Bedwell, the sorceress in charge of this mission is named Amanda, and she said..."

"Amanda?"

Roger's eyes lit up,

"A red-haired sorceress?"

Rachel nodded.

Roger was still surprised when he saw Amanda, "Why are you here?"

"Because of the mission cooperation, I always wanted to help you arrange my side, but Gaharis helped me communicate several times, but it seemed that Margaret refused."

"The teacher talked to me a few times."

Amanda still looks beautiful. As her strength increases, she digs deeper and deeper into her bloodline. From spirit to body, her whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"She hinted me not to get too close to you, and several times she tried to introduce people from the Warlock Brotherhood to me, but I made excuses and rejected them!"

"After all, you are a heritage knight, and with the lobbying of Gaharis, she did not dare to refuse openly, so she planned to send me to Ross to carry out a mission to hunt down werewolves."

"What exactly is this woman planning?"

Roger frowned.

What she instructed Cynthia to do last time can be regarded as a fallout. If Roger's own strength has not improved a lot, I am afraid he would have died under the attack of William and his wife.

He hasn't forgotten about it, but there have been frequent incidents recently, and he has never found an opportunity or excuse.

He thought that he could make Margaret dispel some thoughts by using Bedwell's identity as a tiger skin, but now it seems that things may not be so simple.

"I heard the teacher occasionally mention that Green seems to have held a tripartite meeting. The leaders of the three major forces participated in the meeting. It seems that they have reached some kind of consensus..."

"Margaret's own strength is almost impossible to improve, so she put her mind on me."

Amanda said.

"She's going to nurture you?" Roger frowned.

"how is this possible?"

Amanda shrugged.

"Warlocks don't believe in tears."

"It's a proverb, but it also represents the attitude of the warlocks to feelings, they don't believe in tears, they don't believe in love."

"Only pure interest."

"For a warlock with a long life and powerful strength, what do you think the purpose of training students is?" Amanda looked at Roger.

This sentence caused Roger to think deeply.

Indeed, human reproduction is largely due to the shortness of its own life and its inevitable aging and frailty.

But this is not the case for powerful Transcendents.

So generally speaking, powerful transcendents have little interest in cultivating offspring or students.

"Unless it brings benefits to them!"

Roger said.

Amanda nodded.

"On the one hand, the strength of the organization needs to cultivate more extraordinary people, but more importantly, it is the benefit of bloodline improvement feedback."

"When we were promoted to extraordinary, a seed belonging to a mentor was planted in each of our bloodlines, and along with growth, this seed also absorbed our strength."

"Is there such a thing?"

Roger's face changed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I only noticed it recently when my strength improved."

Amanda is also a little helpless. "This thing is very strange. It does not limit our growth limit, and even helps us better understand our own strength in the early stage."

"When it grows to a certain level, it will leave our body and return to its master."

"After absorbing this seed, the corresponding mentor will gain insights and make breakthroughs, which will become the only choice for many warlocks in the bottleneck period."

"And when the seed matures, we, the so-called disciples, are of no use to the teacher."

"Until then, they will extract as much as they can from us..."

"For example, use our bodies as bargaining chips to trade with someone in the Brotherhood or the Nature Society!"

"This time I was ready to go to Ross, but I didn't expect to be sent here suddenly to investigate another matter."

A look of doubt appeared on Amanda's face.

"Is the task difficult?"

"No." Amanda shook her head.

"I'm just a little weird, maybe she knew you were here, so she sent me on this mission."

"Isn't it normal to do this?" Roger smiled, "I am at least a heritage knight on the bright side, and there are basically no tasks that I can't handle now."

Roger said confidently.

He is indeed qualified to say this now.

"Forget it, I just came to see you."

Amanda's eyes wandered over Roger's body.

"Tsk tsk, I saw that Druid who was obedient to you. I'm afraid she would gladly agree to whatever you asked him to do?"

"It's just a simple task. In the beginning, it was just a bizarre death incident in a collector's manor. The warlock sent to investigate didn't find any clues, and the matter was over."

"However, not long after this, similar incidents occurred one after another across Europe, and the incidents were concentrated in museums, exhibitions and other places, which attracted attention."

Amanda, who seemed to have no intention of caring about the story between Roger and his female subordinate, continued:

"After investigation, it became clear that the murderer was a painting, no, it should be said to be several different paintings from the same person!"

"Murdering painter?"

Roger quickly thought of several spells.

"A kind of witchcraft?"

Amanda shook her head, "No, we suspect it is a cursed item now. Now all the clues are gathered in Poland. Those paintings should have been passed down from somewhere in Poland."

Amanda recounted what happened, and Roger listened carefully, which made him find a little bit of the feeling when he was on a mission with Henrik.

"Don't you need help?"

Roger spread his palms, "I just happen to have nothing to do right now, so I'll accompany you to investigate."

Amanda raised her head, "Alright, but I hope you can leave this to me in addition to normal support."

The girl's eyes flashed with confidence.

"I've had a few solo missions."

Roger couldn't help laughing, but he nodded and agreed with Amanda's approach.

In the extraordinary world, only her own strength is the eternal truth. Amanda is an independent person, not a pet, and she also needs to grow up.

The man in charge of this task was originally a male sorcerer named Kidd. Although Amanda did not explicitly say it, Roger could also see this. Kidd showed too much enthusiasm for Amanda.

But at the dinner that day, since Kidd saw Amanda sitting next to Roger and followed Roger back to his room.

Early the next morning, this guy wisely made a clear distinction with Amanda, and even took the initiative to take on one of the more cumbersome projects, and left the Polish headquarters not long after.

Amanda went out to collect information, and Roger began to study several murder oil paintings brought by Amanda and the two when he had nothing to do.

In addition to being proficient in the monochord, Roger has no artistic accomplishments, and he has no way to distinguish the quality of these oil paintings.

Turning on the hunter's vision and strengthening his spiritual power, Roger carefully observed the oil painting in his hand.

Reaper in a wheat field.

Under the scorching sun, there is an endless wheat field. In the field, several farmers who can only see their backs are bending over to harvest the crops in the fields.

At first glance, this seems to be a normal oil painting, of course, provided that the shaking heads on the ears of wheat are ignored.

The crops planted in the fields are not crops at all. The artist uses a strange brushwork to make the ordinary wheat ears appear strangely in another form through special embellishments.

The wheat ears that seem to be full of grains are just full heads.

"interesting."

To be honest, Roger prefers this kind of outlandish task to the rough fights.

This painting was originally normal, and its change occurred after the owner of the painting, Sir Stamford, slit his own throat.

Blood splattered on the oil painting, red blood like dye, turning an autumn harvest map into a veritable harvest map.

Even the figures of several farmers in the fields became blurred and eerie.

Putting the painting aside, Roger continued to look down.

The first thing that caught his eye was a naked woman. At first sight of this woman, Roger even thought she was lying in front of his eyes, pouting and sending out some invitations.

But then, after he concentrated and turned on his hunter vision, the woman in the oil painting underwent a wonderful change.

A flower grew on her beautiful face, and a mane like a steel needle appeared on her graceful body.

The whole painting was clean and there was no blood on it, but Roger thought of how the owner of the painting died.

"The woman split her brain with an axe and planted a flower in her brain."

What was even more frightening was that her secretary even saw the woman whose head was split open, with a flower on her head, pushed open the door, and fell to the ground after walking a dozen meters away.

Roger's interest in this matter became stronger and stronger, and he even suddenly felt that if he, as an ordinary witcher, hadn't been involved in these disputes.

Then live in a city where there are monsters, reality and supernatural blending, accept some bizarre tasks, clean up the darkness of the city, and then be like ordinary superhumans.

Go to a bar where they usually hang out, drink, brag, chat, or occasionally fight, and then roll the sheets with a huntress or witch or something that looks right.

Week by week.

This also seems to be a good choice.

But obviously, even if he wants to live such a life now, it is almost impossible.

When the strength reaches a certain level, even if there is nothing to do, many things will take the initiative to come to the door.

Fate or fate, Roger couldn't tell how much of it was his own choice and how much was forced by the situation.

If he hadn't seen a water ghost, hadn't set foot on a lighthouse, or hadn't chosen a cemetery hut, maybe everything would have changed.

Sweeping these thoughts out of his mind, Roger went through the remaining paintings one by one.

There is a strange energy in the oil painting, making the brush seem to have magic power, and the way of death of each deceased is very strange, and there is no connection with each other.

While Roger was thinking, Amanda burst in suddenly, with an undisguised excitement on her face.

"I found a useful clue!"

"In the beginning, we were always used to dealing with extraordinary events with extraordinary thinking, but in fact many extraordinary events happened in the real world. Similarly, certain rules in the real world must be followed."

Amanda's eyes sparkled like jewels.

"It is through this method, starting from a realistic point of view, that I found the direction of circulation of these paintings, and then delineated the final location in Poland."

She took one of the paintings excitedly, "Have you noticed this painting method and style?"

"look……"

Roger shrugged, interrupting Amanda.

"You should know that my only pursuit of art is in that tube, but I didn't expect you to understand that."

Roger smiled.

"I remember that before this summer, you were a high school girl who only cared about the days of the TV show, but now..."

"These things are very simple, and it is easy to learn with our spiritual power. As a qualified sorceress, in addition to strength, some qualities are also necessary."

"Okay, okay." Roger gave his compliment at the right time.

"Excuse me, this beautiful, powerful and artistic sorceress, please tell me what the clues you found?"

Amanda skipped the complicated explanation and said directly: "There is only one painter in Poland with a similar style that meets this requirement."

She pulled Roger up, "Hurry up, let's talk and talk as we go."

When the two left the castle, a pair of eyes in the woods watched everything calmly.

"Bedwell, you said such a good opportunity, what should I do?"