Demon Hunter and His Hut

Galahad hung up the phone and watched Gewi walk into the manor.

Only she and Green knew the news of Bedwell's death, so it was probably just a coincidence that this woman came here.

For Galahad now, the most important thing is to find Lancelot. Too many people have died recently. If Lancelot disappears, it will be difficult to ensure that he will not be in the next large-scale operation. accident.

As the leader of the new team, Galahad hopes to lead the superhumans under his command to settle the battle at the last minute.

Instead of charging into the battle in the form of cannon fodder at the very beginning.

This kind of thing is left to Green and the last batch of heritage knights he leads.

History has proved that there are big problems in the inheritance of the Knights of the Round Table. Although the combat effectiveness is preserved as much as possible, it also brings some hidden dangers.

For nearly a hundred years, the senior officials of the Privy Council have changed the way of inheritance.

It is no longer a soul transmission, but a transmission device.

Like the sword of the Headless Horseman, it is not the man but his weapon that is powerful.

This is the perfect fusion of cursed items and otherworldly souls.

It is easier to create a powerful weapon than to study the soul.

Galahad opened her palm, and a holy grail wrapped in ice crystals appeared in her hand. She incited the energy to chant a spell, and holy water emerged from the empty cup.

Immediately afterwards, the water vapor filled the air, but before it condensed into a specific scene, it collapsed again.

"Is it still not possible?"

Galahad's figure gradually became illusory and disappeared in place.

At the same time, Ge Wei turned around the manor several times with a puzzled look on her face.

She has lived here for a while, and she knows the structure of the whole manor very well. She knows that unless Henrik is there, Roger rarely goes to the house in front.

There wasn't much abnormality in the room, but Ge Wei could still sense something special.

When I dialed Roger's phone, the bell rang in a room on the second floor.

Just when Ge Wei was about to leave, a very tired voice came: "Don't make a sound,

I can't be there right now. "

Ge Wei did not show any abnormality, she sank her body into the soft sofa.

"You came to see me with something?"

Roger's voice sounded very hoarse, and before Ge Wei could react, he heard him continue: "Relax and don't make any resistance."

Ge Wei did as she was told.

My heart was empty, something seemed to leave the body, and then, Ge Wei felt a double image of the scene in front of her.

She seemed to see an identical room.

"Soul separation?"

Ge Wei couldn't help but speak, but found that her body was still sitting in place.

On the opposite side of her, Roger with a pale face leaned on the foot of the bed tiredly.

She looked Roger up and down with a hint of doubt on her face.

"Where have you been fooling around?"

She sneered.

"It seems that a few days ago, I was the one who delayed some people's hunting trip."

Ge Wei felt very uncomfortable.

For extraordinary people like them, there are no complicated emotions like ordinary people. When dealing with this kind of problem, extraordinary people are much more casual and magnanimous.

A young body, a long life, and great strength can completely change a person's cognition.

Roger's state at this time reminded Ge Wei of the private time they spent together.

It seems that some people didn't try their best in the first place.

This hurts.

"Not at all what you think."

Roger gave a wry smile.

"To be honest, we've known each other for a while, don't you know me?"

The expression on Ge Wei's face tightened.

"Don't talk like we know each other very well."

"Everyone is just ordinary friends."

The expression on Ge Wei's face did not change.

"Uh... well."

Roger wants to tell Ge Wei that he has refreshed his new understanding of the word common friend.

Still, think about it.

Since the cheap has already been taken, don't always say it.

"I met a powerful enemy and fought her."

"She?" Ge Wei looked strange.

"Forget it, let's talk about it, what do you have to do with me?"

"By the way, it's good for you to know something, but don't mention it to others. Bedwell's identity is nominally dead. The Knights should hide this news and have not announced it to the public."

"I am afraid that there will be major events in Europe in the near future. The Kuroshio is coming. At this critical period, we must be careful."

Roger exhorted.

"Kuroshio, I came to see you this time because of this matter."

Ge Wei felt that her state at this time was very strange, as if she was in a parallel space.

"Remember the last time you attended my promotion ceremony?"

"Remember, of course."

Roger nodded.

It's only been so long, ahem, of course some things are easier to impress.

Ge Wei pretended not to see Roger's expression and continued.

"Just the night before the promotion ceremony, all the secret blood families signed an agreement. We broke away from the Knights of the Round Table and secretly joined the Nature Association!"

"Natural Society of Tamara?"

"But she's a druid..."

Ge Wei nodded, "It is not convenient for the wizard leader to attend. She personally came to sign a contract with us. Just two days ago, Tamara suddenly visited and held an internal meeting."

"She told us she found a portal to where the Kuroshio is!"

"Green 100 years ago, it was because he entered that place that he grew at an extremely fast rate and achieved today's status."

"For us, there are dangers, but there are also opportunities."

"All the senior members of the secret blood family have been persuaded, and we plan to follow Tamara into that world!"

Ge Wei looked excited.

"Ordinary members of the secret blood family are not qualified to know at all. Because I have entered the third rank, as the guardian of my promotion ceremony, your strength is also obvious to all."

"So, you can enter that place with me!"

"The source of the Kuroshio..."

Roger thought of his recent experience.

It is obviously a fragment of a shadow world, and the corresponding reality is... the source of the Kuroshio!

Seems to see Roger's hesitation.

"I understand what you're worrying about. Tamara's motives may not be pure. She may have the idea of ​​taking advantage of us."

"But so what?"

"If you don't have power, you will be slaughtered by others. The difference is only the length of time and the way. Now that we have an opportunity to choose, we must seize it!"

"Green's strength a hundred years ago is far inferior to us. What he can do, we can too!"

Ge Wei clenched her fists, "I don't want what happened to Grace to happen again."

"And you?"

"Want to go in and try it?"

"or……"

To be honest, Roger really hesitated.

He didn't know what Green had experienced in that world, and he didn't know the source of Gawain's news, but he had seen with his own eyes the shadow elders that existed in the fragments of the shadow world.

The improvement of his own strength is also obvious.

Judging from the current situation, Lilith was already prepared, and it was impossible to break in like the last time.

He can only use the power of other people to enter that world, and then use it as a springboard to find the entrance to the hidden shadow elder.

Bedwell's identity is dead, and Lancelot is too difficult to disguise, and it is easy to reveal flaws.

From the current point of view, there are only two ways for him to enter that world, Gawain and Gewei in front of him.

Roger wanted to dissuade Gewei from going there to take risks, but he also knew that Grace's matter had a great impact on Gewei, and as her strength increased, the mission of the race was also on her shoulders.

It's true that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, she has almost no choice.

Gawain is an extremely mysterious guy, and Roger really doesn't want to have too much contact with him. If there is no Tamara, Gewei is Roger's best choice.

But in front of...

Continuing to disguise himself as a guardian, can Tamara dispel her suspicions?

"Give me a moment, I need to think about it."

Roger wasn't quite sure either.

The disappointment in Ge Wei's eyes disappeared in a flash, but she still nodded, "You know how to find me."

"There was an abnormality in the energy near the channel not long ago. We are trying to find a way to stabilize the transmission channel. We will definitely set off in three days at most."

Ge Wei looked at Roger, hesitated and said that sentence.

"I hope to see you."

After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to concentrate, everything in front of her disappeared, and her consciousness returned to reality. Ge Wei stood up from the sofa, pushed the door and left.

Roger never showed up.

In fact, when Galahad came to visit, he had already woken up from his coma. He checked it carefully. Except for the lack of energy in his body, his whole person couldn't be better.

The channel in the body is basically stable, and the last missing part will be almost filled, and there will definitely be a new change by then.

Strength enhancement is only an appearance, the important thing is to strengthen the control of the pale blood in the body.

And the attack that broke out at the critical moment of Lilith's oppression of Roger also made him see a certain direction in the future.

That may be the state when the dream trial is completed.

Or maybe it's the state when the channel is firmly and completely generating its own pale blood.

But no matter which one of them, it represents absolute power.

The temporary outbreak is still relatively rough, and a lot of energy is wasted. After system improvement and fine control, the power can still go to a higher level.

Roger tried to find the feeling of exerting his strength at first, and he already had a little experience in his heart.

However, this kind of attack is a real life-threatening blow. After an outbreak, the body will be completely hollowed out.

Work hard and take a two-hour break.

This is the state of Death Strike at this time.

After the fight, he didn't even need to confirm the result of the battle, so he could only run away.

After recovering the lost energy, Roger sent him directly to the cemetery hut after finishing the repair.

In the fairy tale world, Amanda has fallen into a deep sleep. Her whole body and the dragon scale are wrapped into a large cocoon, and the dragon scale emits red light and beats like a heart.

"The talent is really unreasonable."

Roger checked Amanda's condition, which led him to doubt the origin of the girl's blood.

Andreen is just an ordinary woman, and his father is rarely mentioned, Roger can only outline the image of a middle-aged man obsessed with occultism.

However, even if his father's bloodline is special, it is extremely difficult to reproduce and inherit because of the huge difference between extraordinary beings and ordinary people.

That doesn't explain Amanda's strength either.

Without thinking about this further, Roger pushed open the door and walked out of the wooden house, and walked around the town in a different image.

He saw Andreen and Greg leave the police station laughing and talking together, go shopping at the supermarket, and go home together.

As for what happened after that, Roger didn't know.

He even pretended again and went to sit in the Hunter's bar.

The atmosphere on this side of Armenia is very different from that on the European side. It seems that the hidden world behind different regions is indeed different.

"If you have a chance, you should really go somewhere else."

"As a qualified witcher, it seems that there is no fixed place to live, and traveling around the world is the norm."

"While drinking, hunting monsters, and then seeing different customs, alternation of power, and disputes between forces have nothing to do with us."

Roger was just thinking about it all by himself, when there was the sound of a chair dragging around him, and a drunken woman sat opposite her.

"Bang!"

The woman put most of the empty wine bottle on the table, she stared into Roger's eyes with a hint of doubt on her face.

"I don't know why, but your eyes remind me of a former friend."

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter at the table next to it, and a bearded man in a grey plaid shirt and navy blue jeans let out a loud whistle.

"Ingmar, how lonely are you, even the strange man who appeared in the bar for the first time!"

"Tom!"

The bearded answer was a wine bottle that flew out.

The bearded man smiled and took the wine bottle into his hand, "It's a good bottle of wine!"

"Next time if you need to, you can always call me!"

"Go away!"

Ingmar was furious, "Don't think I can't guess your dirty thoughts."

"How many of you really want to sleep with the old lady?"

"It's not because of Henrik, because of some relationship between me and him, hum."

Ingmar sneered.

"Look at what you can do."

"I really should have called him and told him to come back."

"By the way... seduce the group of bitches who are with you!"

"Oh my God!"

The crowd roared.

"Ingmar, this is so vicious!"

"I'd rather have a broken leg than come home and see Henrik's shoes hidden in the closet!"

"Look at it, Ingmar, Henrik has become young and handsome, his strength has improved a lot, and at the same time he has become the acting president of the Hunter Guild."

"But he obviously couldn't stand your special request, so he ran away!"

Someone booed.

After hearing this, Ingmar waved his hand indifferently, "A bunch of rude idiots."

"You have no idea what a woman wants."

She sat crookedly in the chair and picked up the wine glass in front of Roger.

After drinking it all in one gulp, his nose and eyebrows were wrinkled.

"A glass of plain water..."

"You're the second guy I've ever seen drinking this shit in a bar."

Roger smiled.

"No, I bet it must be the first."

"I don't believe any witcher other than me would do this."

Ingmar's eyes gradually became blurred, she looked at Roger sitting opposite, as if looking at another person.

"What do these idiots know, there is no lasting feast in the world, especially for witchers."

"Drink, brag, fight."

She sighed.

"I put down my sword, but I can't let go of my past life." As he spoke, he reclined on the chair and fell asleep.

Looking at Ingmar, who has become much weaker and older, an inexplicable emotion flashed in Roger's eyes.

You know, the female witcher he knew was never drunk.