Demon Hunter and His Hut

During breakfast in the dining room, news of Sherman's murder spread throughout the town.

Sherman was a veritable star in Baytown, where many people worked on his fishing grounds, and his death naturally caused an uproar.

"I heard it was love murder."

Someone whispered, "It is said that one of his mistresses stabbed him to death with a dining knife."

"How did I hear it was a commercial dispute?"

Because of Sherman's death, public opinion in the town was like a storm.

Discussions come and go, and there is no specific official statement. Sometimes people don't care about the truth and just want to give the boring life more talk.

Amanda looked at Roger suspiciously.

"Look at what I do?"

"Anything weird?"

"What's so odd? Do you still think Sherman's death had anything to do with me?"

Amanda narrowed her eyes.

"I can't tell, but you don't seem surprised at all, as if you knew the news from the beginning."

"Haha." Roger smiled awkwardly.

"I overheard Andreine's call," Roger explained casually.

But even so, Amanda still didn't seem to let go of her doubts.

When I came to the school, Bob naturally didn't show up. I heard that he just didn't go home last night, so he escaped.

There was nothing to talk about in the whole day of study. Roger naturally took medicine and entered the state of study. When he was tired, he lay down and rested for a while. Although he felt that a lot of knowledge was useless, since he promised Andreen, he did not want to break his promise.

After what happened before, all the students in the school now know that Roger is not easy to mess with, and naturally no one dared to chat with him. Roger took a leisurely time and just dealt with Thomas casually.

This guy is heartless, but his expertise in wildlife is indeed solid, and he is also familiar with many creatures that only exist in legends.

Because of Sherman's death, the whole town became panicked. The town was really not peaceful recently, and several people had died one after another.

After school, the three of them settled down for dinner in the restaurant, and Andreen didn't come back until very late.

When night fell, Roger closed the curtains, moved around the room, and worked hard to practice the elf short sword technique.

Elf Short Sword Technique LV2: The transformation between life and death is better than the repeated polishing during practice, and the habit is integrated into the muscles. You completely control the force-generating skills of the sword technique. It is fast and accurate, and it can burst out terrifying lethality even when you are tired. .

In recent days, all of Roger's experience has been put on the short sword, and his practice of general swordsmanship has been a little worse.

However, there is no way to do this. Maybe when Henrik completely solves the beast attack, Roger will have the opportunity to fully integrate into the practice.

Then he will usher in an explosive growth in strength.

"There is no weapon in hand..."

Looking at the dagger-shaped wooden stick in his hand, Roger felt that this witcher... was a bit fake.

In the game, with a little skill, the character can be improved, but in reality, he needs to make steady progress on the ground.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

Just as he was thinking about something, there was a sudden sound from outside the window.

A familiar face appeared.

Roger opened the window, and Henrik skillfully turned in.

"What are you here for?"

"Tell you to act together?"

Henrik said of course.

"That seems to be your business, right?" Roger said with a blank face.

Henrik smiled indifferently, "Inherited from a witcher family, I don't believe you are not interested in these things."

"and……"

"Aren't you interested in being a real witcher?"

Seeing the movement in Roger's eyes,

Henrik took out one thing and threw it at random.

"It's for you!"

This time Roger didn't let the thing fall to the ground.

Snapped.

Roger's eyes lit up.

This is a short knife with a length of more than 40 cm.

The handle of the knife was wrapped in a kind of gray animal hide, and it felt surprisingly good to hold, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Tall and narrow, dark in color, about two and a half fingers wide, the material Roger couldn't distinguish. He tried to wave it a few times, and the sharp blade cut through the air, but the sound was very light.

With this thing, the dagger he had hidden before can be honorably discharged from the army.

"This thing cost me some thought."

Henrik said.

"Traditional demon hunters are rare these days. Although everyone still uses cold weapons, they are no longer mainstream."

"And more advanced weapons...even if you give it to you, it won't work."

"A traditional witcher?"

"Is the witcher still divided into traditional and modern?"

Roger was stunned.

"Why not?"

Henryk's silver-white pistol appeared on his right hand, "No matter how fast you are, do you think your knife can be faster than a bullet?"

Seeing the dissatisfaction in Roger's eyes, Henrik smiled, "If you keep a distance, you won't even have a chance to shoot."

"Don't equate us with ordinary gunmen."

"Our optic nerves, our speed of reaction, and our hands are all specially strengthened."

"This is something ordinary people can't match."

"The closer you are, the faster you will die."

Henrik sneered.

"But it's not without its drawbacks. Modern witchers rely too much on weapons. It's okay to deal with some ordinary events, but if you face some real..."

Henrik sighed.

"What to do, you just need to know that if you want to continue the path of the traditional witcher, the road you want to take in the future will be very difficult."

"If you have a reason to do this, then you'd better join those families that still have a legacy."

"Or try your luck at the sunrise in the east."

"Times have changed."

Henrik folded his hands together, and the pistol disappeared from his hand.

"It's getting late, we have to hurry up."

Looking at Roger who was still standing there, Henrik stretched out his hand, "Give me the knife or come with me."

There is no reason to return what he got, Roger clenched his short knife and followed.

Coming to the woods, Henrik took out the hand prick he had obtained from Sherman yesterday, and took out a page from it.

"That Sherman has some means. Although the ceremony he held was a bit cruel, the effect was indeed remarkable. Once he succeeded..."

Henrik obviously came prepared, and took out some bottles and jars from a square leather case, unknown red liquid, pungent powder, strange herbs and pale bones.

The pendant on his chest was slightly hot, which was enough to show that the things Henrik took out were not ordinary things.

"If you want to inspire a mysterious ritual, you must either have the corresponding energy or use an extraordinary spellcaster."

Henryk explained casually.

Hearing this, Roger was stunned for a moment. From beginning to end, all the medicines he prepared had not used any extraordinary substances.

Is it the specificity of the hunter's hut?