Demon Hunter and His Hut

A lot of people have died in a row recently, and I already feel that the supernatural forces are investigating me, and I want to get Lancelot's help..."

Louis raised his head, "He ordered me to do these things, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Snapped!"

Roger patted Louis on the shoulder.

"Okay, it's hard to say so much for you, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Louis widened his eyes.

"Do you think I let you waste so long talking about old things, really because I'm more interested in your business?"

Roger looked at Louis.

"Don't think I don't know what you are."

"The soul carried in your body is only a small part of it. Your true body should be hidden in the dark, right?"

As soon as Roger finished speaking, Louis' face changed wildly.

"Have you found out?"

"Ha ha!"

He laughed, "It's too late!"

Louis's voice rose sharply, and there was an inexplicable emotion on his face, but then his final sound lasted for three seconds, but nothing happened around him.

"What is this guy doing?"

Amanda looked puzzled.

"What's the matter? Why am I still here?"

Roger sighed helplessly.

"Poor bastard." Roger shook his head. "You really think you can beat Superman with a pistol in your pocket?"

Roger's eyes flickered, he turned to look in a certain direction, punched, and the Alpha Seal pushed the air to make a series of popping sounds.

The wall of the room was directly blasted with a large hole.

"Is this the real world?"

Amanda felt like she was getting confused.

Behind the collapsed wall is a dark room, with beautifully decorated picture frames, a young man is shouting in horror.

The picture frame was like a cage to him, he beat it desperately, but couldn't get out of it at all.

"If you didn't take the initiative to contact you, I think it would take a lot of effort to find you."

Roger opened his palm, and the radiance of the Arden Seal flashed away.

"It's much easier now."

Under the shroud of purple light, Louis was like a fish out of water. He desperately opened his mouth to breathe, but as time passed, his whole person was like a shrunken painting.

The body is squeezed and shrunk, and finally the pattern on the frame is frozen, and the body in reality also becomes a thin piece of paper.

Amanda's fingertips flicked a flame, and the flame ignited the frame. In the orange fire, she seemed to hear the roar of Louis' soul.

When everything burned out, an ordinary paintbrush fell to the ground.

"It's a bonus."

Roger put away the brush in his hand.

"This thing is really weird." Amanda couldn't help sighing, that Louis was just an ordinary person, but with this brush and careful design, he could make Amanda feel tricky.

"Is the story this guy told before true?"

"It's true or false."

Roger used Di Rio's mask to copy Lancelot's face. Lancelot's soul has become incomplete, and his memory is even more fragmented. Even if he wears his mask, Roger can only get a part of his memory.

In those memories, there were very few things related to Lewis, and Roger could only judge some general trends, but he didn't know the specific details.

"Maybe 100 years ago, this Louis also had a story of his own. The drive of any cursed item has to pay a price. This guy ruined himself, but also killed many people."

What happened in the secret room didn't alarm anyone, the real manor was full of people, and after thinking about it, Roger also gave his advice.

"You want me to leave the Warlock's Hall temporarily?"

Amanda hesitated.

"If you do this, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble. They must have a way to find me. Then..."

"You don't have to worry about this. I can take you to a place. As long as you stay there, no one will be able to find you."

Roger took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid something big is about to happen recently. Bedwell's identity can no longer be used. When you solve some hidden dangers in your body, we will leave here completely."

There was an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

"The Kuroshio is coming, and many people are eager to move. The ordinary Tier 3 here is just a stronger cannon fodder. This is a Tier 4 battlefield, and we must be careful."

There were a lot of things that Roger couldn't explain to Amanda.

However, since Bedwell's identity has disappeared, as the last sorceress to have contact with Bedwell, if Amanda continues to appear, she will definitely be interrogated by various forces.

At this juncture, I am afraid no one will pay attention to the idea of ​​a second-order sorceress.

What awaits Amanda will be the most brutal interrogation.

In that case, let Amanda disappear along with Bedwell's identity.

As for Lancelot.

To be honest, Roger hesitated.

He has Lancelot's heritage core in his hands, plus Di Rio's mask, although it is difficult to continue to play Lancelot's identity.

In some cases, however, it is possible to use Lancelot's identity to suddenly be a spoiler.

And Gawain.

Roger can't figure it out until now. The reason why he instigated Lancelot to attack Bedwell was simply to create chaos and provoke conflicts. What did he say he found?

And then in disguise let Lancelot come to test.

"This guy……"

Roger had other thoughts surging in his heart, and he suppressed the idea of ​​taking revenge on Gawain immediately, "I can't cheap him, at least I should make up for my mental loss before I really do it..."

Lancelot's action was extremely secretive, and even Geraint, who had been inseparable from him, did not follow him.

This also made it easier for Roger to deal with the beginning and the end. The lights in the manor were bright, but the two quietly left there. There should be some time before the incident broke out, and this time was enough for them to stay away from Poland.

Back to... Baytown.

Amanda didn't expect Roger to bring her here either.

"Although it is thousands of miles away from Poland, in the extraordinary world, distance is not the main problem. As long as I am alive, Margaret will definitely find me."

Returning here after a few months away from home, Amanda was filled with inexplicable emotions.

Walking through the dark woods, she couldn't help thinking of everything that had happened here.

"It's only been a few months, and I can't even remember Betty's face."

"And Bob, and Simpson..."

"I'll help you with Margaret's problems, but not now."

Roger made a promise.

Amanda was originally just a small role, but she was related to Bedwell and was involved in the death of a heritage knight, so a small role like her would attract a lot of attention.

If Roger did something to Margaret at this time, it would definitely cause a chain reaction.

"It's definitely not enough to just hide here."

After the two walked through the trees and walked up a hill, there was a thin mist drifting through the darkness.

In the fog, a hut in the woods loomed.

"Welcome to my secret base."

Roger originally wanted to hide Amanda in the Shadow Cabin, which was in Dublin, and was relatively close to him. If something happened, he could always have someone to take care of him.

But he thought about it later, the door of shadows has not yet merged, and there are still variables in the world behind the door. At this time, it may not be a good decision to let Amanda stay there.

Although the cemetery hut is narrow, Roger now has several manuscripts of fairy tales in his hands. As long as he opens it in the hunter hut, it is equivalent to opening up a separate space.

In the fairy tale world wrapped by the hunter's hut, Margaret and the others must not be able to find Amanda.

The fairy tale world has a wide space. If she wants, Amanda can also find a lot of interesting things to do, and her leisure time can also be used to continue to improve the purity of her bloodline.

At this point, Roger couldn't be of much help for the time being, but he already had some ideas in his mind.

The two pushed the door in.

Even though no one lived there, the room was still extremely clean. Amanda looked around, "Are you going to let me live here?"

She pointed to the wooden bed placed in the middle of the house.

"are you serious?"

Roger sat on the bed with a smile, "You don't understand what this bed means to me."

Amanda looked odd.

Roger sat next to him, making a space.

"To be honest, I wanted to try it a long time ago."

"Try what?"

Amanda still couldn't understand the look in Roger's eyes.

However, she soon understood.

Long night.

The next morning, leaving a silver manuscript, Roger left Amanda.

Time has been delayed long enough, and if some things are not taken, I am afraid there will be no chance.

Although he can now use Dior's mask to disguise as Lancelot, the core of Lancelot's heritage is not under his control.

Without the aura of strength, just having a face will not help at all, but it is easier to reveal flaws. Roger simply found a face in the mask, and then set off to a famous tourist attraction in Ingerman.

Stonehenge.

Also known as the Salisbury Stone Ring, the specific location is on a plain 120 kilometers away from the fog. These stones weigh about 50 tons and attract tourists from all over the world to visit every year.

Mixed in the crowd, Roger did not expect that Lancelot would hide the things he collected here.

For the collection of the first knight, Roger expressed that he was still a little interested.

He followed the traveling crowd and slowly walked around the entire Stonehenge, and then based on the memory obtained from the mask, he finally found the location where Lancelot stored the treasure.

He took out a cross-shaped key from his pocket. This thing was a cursed item on Lancelot's body. After determining the specific location, Roger turned around the stone pillar. The key in his hand was activated, and he waited for him to return. God found himself sunk into a rock.

It was pitch black all around, and only the unknown minerals mixed on the stone walls gave off a little shimmer, and a pitch-black passage led to the ground.

The flames rose from his hands, and Roger descended the steps.

Although it seems to exist inside the stone circle, if you guessed correctly, he should have been transferred to another space at this time.

Walking down a distance, a thick slate blocked the way, Roger took out Lancelot's inheritance core, he stimulated the inheritance core, and blue ice crystals spread to the slate instantly.

Kaka!

The stone wall turned into a layer of ice, and then, the entire wall suddenly shattered, revealing a gate about two meters wide.

Behind the door is a small room, and the first thing that catches the eye is a set of thick knight armor!

"It really came to the right place!"

This is a special area that only Lancelot can open. The inheritance core in his hand trembled and seemed to struggle unyieldingly, but Roger turned his hand and the inheritance core disappeared.

"Rest assured, Lancelot, I will cherish these things and use them where they should be used."

Roger stepped into the room eagerly, and checked quickly.

He didn't even look at all kinds of precious spell casting materials, and put them all into prepared pockets, herbs, cast metals, alchemy items, tissues and organs of extraordinary creatures.

As expected of being the number one knight, he was much stronger than that poor bastard from Bedwell.

"Is this guy the richest of all the Knights of the Round Table?"

As Roger thought, he collected quickly.

He has only one purpose now, and that is to completely empty the storeroom.

"Sure enough, only robbery is the fastest way to get rich."

"No matter how many boxes you rummage through and how many monsters you kill, looting doesn't come as fast!"

While collecting, Roger has started to think about another problem.

"Lancelot has collected so many things, as Gawain, who is as famous as him..."

He felt that it was very necessary for him to plan carefully, and it was best to squeeze all the benefits out of him before going to Gawain!

"Wait, what is this?!"

By the end of the collection, Roger had become mechanically numb, but when he walked to the innermost corner of the room, he still felt the heat wave surging from one of the iron boxes.

The black iron box exudes a scorching aura, and even if most of it is isolated, Roger can still feel the terrifying desire to burn everything in the world! !

Next to the iron box was another open box. The bottom of the box was hollowed out, the size and shape of which reminded Roger of an item that Lancelot had used.

"Dragon... dragon scales?!"

"Could it be that this guy has another dragon scale in his hand!"

"Hot breath."

"This is the scale of the red dragon!!"

Without rashly opening the box for inspection, Roger took a few steps forward and let out his spirit to feel the aura surrounding the iron box.

"Yes, it must be dragon scales!"

If this thing is used as the basic material, and various precious metals are added, it will definitely be able to create a very powerful fire attribute weapon.

Losing the Sword of the Sun, Roger was somewhat incompetent. If he built a Dragon Scale Sword, he could just make up for his loss.

But beyond making weapons, dragon scales have many other uses.

For example...

Using the breath of dragon scales to stimulate the activity of bloodline, this is more effective than any alchemy potion for Fire Warlock!

Thinking of this, Roger determined the use of this dragon scale without any hesitation.

Well, for the happiness of the rest of my life, some investments are still necessary.

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