Demon Hunter and His Hut

The night was dark.

Ivy's figure crawls on the roof like a ghost.

Her pupils turned into beast-like vertical pupils, and her gaze passed through a distance of nearly 100 meters and landed on a distant window.

Once she makes a move, it will definitely attract the attention of some professionals, which will be detrimental to many of her next actions. If she is on the most wanted list of demon hunters, she will probably have to do it for a long time in the future. A hidden life.

It is for this reason that Ivy chose official means and used Sherman to help her find it.

But the nearly 10-day wait has made her impatient.

The time soon approached midnight, the street lights became dim, and there were no more pedestrians on the street. Ivy's body swept up quickly, she jumped between the roofs, and rushed towards the distant houses in the dark. .

"call!"

Roger in the room suddenly let out a breath in his chest. He had just finished a workout and was sweating like a pulp.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, quietly took out the short knife hidden under the bed board, and rushed to the window with a single stride.

The night was sinking like water, and there was no one on the street. Roger shrunk behind the curtains and glanced around vigilantly.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He was at ease.

But as soon as he turned his head, a cold and smooth touch came from his neck, and Roger was shocked. A pale and lifeless face was pressing against his cheek.

"I……"

In a panic, he almost screamed, and before he had time to think about it, he quickly stepped back and pulled out the dagger in his hand!

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

There was a soft sound.

Roger followed the sound and saw a middle-aged face from outside the window.

"It's you?"

Henrik, who calls himself an animal protection organization.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

Seeing that Roger didn't mean to open the window, he continued to tap the glass.

Looking at the grimace floating not far away, Roger hesitated for a while, but Roger stepped forward and opened the window.

"Boy, what's your look?"

Henrik tucked his tousled hair.

Turning into the house from the window, Henrik's eyes stopped for a moment on the short knife in Roger's hand.

"The posture is good, but the knife is a little worse."

"What are you doing here?"

Although he let the other party in just now, he did not let his guard down.

"Can you see him?"

Henrik pointed to the grimace floating in the air.

Roger said nothing.

It was already obvious that it would make no sense for him to deny it.

"really."

"I thought you were an unexpectedly awakened psychic, but now I see..."

"You seem to be from some witcher family?"

"There are fewer and fewer demon hunting families that can be passed down these days. As for the ones who are good at using short knives?"

He reached out and stroked the stubble on his chin.

"I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Tell me which family you are from?"

"Why should I tell you?"

The other party seemed to have misunderstood something, but Roger did not argue, but took advantage of the situation.

"Warning boy."

Henrik chuckled and said that he took out a palm-sized badge from his arms and threw it over.

"Snapped!"

Roger didn't answer, and the badge fell directly on the carpet with a soft sound.

"Enough is enough, boy."

"I said you were a little too vigilant!"

Henrik was a little annoyed, and he stared, "Put away your little thoughts, if I wanted to do it, you would be dead."

"Not necessarily!"

With every exercise, Roger felt that his skills and physique were rapidly improving.

The space in the room is narrow, and the straight-line distance between the two is no more than two meters.

At his current speed, it only takes a moment for the short knife in his hand to...

"Try it?"

Henrik's voice came from the opposite side.

But after listening to the other party's words, Roger did not move at all, because a silver-white pistol appeared in Henryk's hand at some point.

There were some complicated patterns engraved on the surface of the pistol, and Roger swore that his eyes had never left Henrik.

How did this gun come about?

It was as if it was always in the other's hand.

Henryk gave a smug smile.

"Boy, you are still very tender."

He shook his hand, and the silver pistol disappeared, but the next second, it suddenly appeared on his left hand.

Is this the power of the witcher?

Roger looked surprised, he put away the short knife in his hand, bent down and picked up the badge on the ground.

"I'm from the Hunters Guild, and I'm a witcher in the south of Bordeaux."

"Look at this badge carefully. I think you should have seen this thing in the books of family inheritance. As for how to distinguish the authenticity, you don't need me to tell you?"

Roger held the badge in his hand and glanced at it pretendingly. Naturally, he didn't know the so-called identification method, so he threw the badge back.

"The gun is in your hand, and the truth is naturally up to you."

"Hey...you kid..."

Henrik's teeth itch with hatred.

"I don't have any inheritance, I just practiced blindly according to the family's collection of books."

Roger explained casually.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Henrik put away the gun in his hand.

"Of course it's about the recent wolf attack, were you there when it happened?"

"Have you found anything?"

After pondering for a while, Roger still intends to tell the truth.

At the same time, on the roof not far away, Ivy carefully concealed her figure.

"A witcher?"

"How could that kid have anything to do with the witcher?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Ivy's face was suspicious, "Does Sherman know about this?"

An idea suddenly popped into my mind.

"Or... he has already obtained the Spiritual Transformation Book, but he just doesn't want me to know!"

Fury surged, and sharp fingertips left deep marks on the roof.

"You better not lie to me!"

Looking through the window, I deeply engraved the two figures in the house into my mind, and Ivy flew away in the night.

"That's basically how it goes."

Roger modified it a little, and repeated all his investigations and speculations. Of course, he didn't mention Ivy and the book of spiritual transformation. After all, this matter could not be explained clearly.

"Take me to the cave where they held the ceremony."

"According to you, this matter is like the means of the three Holy Spirits."

"Three Holy Spirits?" Roger asked, pretending to be puzzled.

"A group of jumping clowns, you will know later."

"Although it is not very harmful, it is as annoying as some gynecological diseases."

This metaphor...

Really chic.

"Come on, let's go now."

"Now?" Roger's eyes widened.

"At night, some energy will become active. This is the time when monsters like to be active. If we go during the day, we may not be able to find anything."

Henrik pushed open the window and turned out, Roger thought about it, brought his knife, and quickly followed.

The speed of the two was very fast, and it didn't take long before they came to the original cave.

There were basically no clues in the cave, but after looking around for a week, Henrik still found some problems.

"Semi-closed environment..."

"Flame guide, bloodmark, beast, attack..."

"I seem to have seen something similar, let me think."

"I see!"

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and Henrik suddenly spoke.