Demon Hunter and His Hut

The ceremony was completed, and a faint red light rose into the sky.

"The guy who started the ceremony is dead. As long as the infected beasts are dealt with, this mission will be completely completed."

Henrik pulled out a pistol and waited silently.

"Will there be many?"

"5 people correspond to 5 beasts. For each beast killed, at the same time as ending a life, the power of the ritual will extract part of the soul of the deceased, and then merge with the soul of the beast and be absorbed by the caster."

"After absorbing this power, the corresponding beast will also die."

"Two people have been killed by beasts now, and if I'm not mistaken, there should be three left."

"Three?" Roger muttered softly.

"He killed two himself, doesn't that mean...?"

Soon after, looking at the beast that came alone, Henrik blushed, "Maybe it was killed by other animals or hunters."

This reason even felt far-fetched to him. He leaned against a big tree at will, the muzzle of the gun moved, and the fire flashed.

A blood flower appeared on the wild wolf's forehead, and then fell down.

"Resolved." Henryk blew his muzzle pretending to be cool.

"You called me over in the middle of the night just to see you shoot this shot?"

Roger looked at Henryk strangely.

"Would you like to return the knife to me?"

Henrik held out his hand.

Just kidding, Roger shut his mouth wisely.

"Cough cough."

Henrik cleared his throat, and Roger knew that the next words were probably the real purpose of this guy.

From last night until now, Henrik's attitude towards him was a little strange, a little too warm and caring.

This kind of feeling is like both of them are asking for each other, but it is inconvenient to say it for various reasons.

There should have been at least three beasts in Henrik's plan. He could let go of one of them and test Roger's ability a little.

In fact, what happened last night made him feel good about Roger, but what happened next...

"Can you see some ghosts?"

Without waiting for Roger to answer, Henrik continued: "Many years ago, in addition to being a powerful warrior, a traditional witcher was also a qualified psychic medium. Although not necessarily very powerful, he could deal with some simple ghosts. There is no problem with the demon spirit."

"However, in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer demon hunters with corresponding talents. Gradually, the actions are taken collectively."

"A standard witcher team needs at least one witcher and one psychic. The former is responsible for frontal combat, and the latter is responsible for collecting information to detect ghosts, and then helping at critical moments."

Henryk spread his hands helplessly.

"Too bad, I don't have the corresponding talent, so... some tasks involving ghosts and evil spirits can't be completed now."

Henrik gave Roger a look.

Roger turned a blind eye to Henrik's eyes, "The Hunter Guild is so shabby that they don't even have important combat partners for you?"

"Cough cough!"

"As we all know, the proportion of women in psychics is very large. Several girls came to me for the application and even fought, hey... I don't want this."

"But there's no way. Handsome mature men are like spirits, and they will always attract young girls accidentally."

Seeing Henrik feeling good about himself, Roger couldn't help but pouted.

This guy doesn't seem to have a good reputation no matter what.

"You want me to join you?"

"join in?"

"No no no!" Henrik shook his head.

"You are not qualified now, at most, you will fight for me before the real psychic sent by the guild arrives.

"

"You want me to help you for nothing?"

"How?" Henrik smiled.

"I'll take a portion of my salary, and with that money, you can buy a lot of new clothes for your little red-haired girlfriend."

As he spoke, he gave Roger an ambiguous look.

After a little thought, Roger made a decision in his heart, "Guarantee my safety, and then get me one more thing, and I will promise you."

"what?"

"Longsword, a longsword for witchers!"

Henrik frowned, "That thing is not easy to handle, can you replace it with something else?"

"Like a gun?"

"I want a sword."

As a qualified witcher, you should have at least two swords on your body, right?

One on the back, one on the body.

Although Roger's main attack method is the elf short sword technique, in fact, the general sword technique can improve the physical quality the most.

Only by improving his swordsmanship to a higher level as soon as possible can he start the next stage of cultivation, reach the limit of his body as soon as possible, and prepare for the green grass trial.

After passing the green grass trial, he can be regarded as a veritable demon hunter, and by then, many seals should also be able to be used.

"Okay, I'll try my best to help you find it."

In the end, Henrik agreed.

"This weekend, it happens that there is an abnormal situation in the nearby town that needs to be checked."

"In advance, I can only see ghosts. I don't know anything about the psychic means you are talking about."

Roger explained.

"By the way, the grimace you controlled before..."

He has been brooding about this.

"What is that?"

Henrik took out the watch in his arms.

"A little trick."

"Its only function is to survey simple environments and ... lie detectors."

"That's exactly what I used on Andreen that day."

Taking the pocket watch handed by Henrik, Roger's eyes flickered imperceptibly, and in his perception, a new prompt appeared on the notice board of the hunter's hut.

The pocket watch of the remnant soul: a spellcaster with weak energy, refined by special means, wrapping the weak soul in it. When placed in a cabin, it slightly increases the overall value of the house.

"Home Value?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

Could it be that the last time the hunter's hut was upgraded, it wasn't because of the loot he got, but because the increased loot made the value of the hut go up?

That is, besides loot, is there anything like that to level up a house?

Vaguely, Roger felt that he had found a new promotion channel.

"Is there any other way besides this?"

You know, in his current hunter's hut, except for a bed and a bookshelf, nothing else is useful.

"I know that having a house is not enough. If you can't make a hardcover, at least you have to have a lightcover..."

Roger felt he had a long way to go.

Well, when I do tasks in the future, I really have to pay attention to things like blood-stained combs, mirrors that hold souls, etc.

This mission took a relatively short time. After returning, Roger meditated until dawn.

Not long after leaving the house early the next morning, Roger heard some very exciting news.

The killer who killed Sherman, caught!