Demon Hunter and His Hut

"I hope you know what you're talking about."

Muska's voice was gloomy and cold, and the pressure released at the same time was a little stronger again. A crisp bone crack came from his body, and the young man in front of him couldn't bear such a force.

It seems to be broken at any time.

"Okay, is it honorable to do such a thing as a fourth-order?"

"What's more, your approach won't solve the problem at all."

A cloud of mist drifted in from the window, and when it fell to the ground, it transformed into a beautiful woman with a hot body.

She looks about 30 years old, and she has not concealed her identity as an extraordinary person at all. She wears silver-white jewelry on her neck, wrists, and ankles.

The white face is dotted with dark patterns, and along with her speech and breathing, the color changes on the patterns are also looming.

Roger just glanced at it casually and then looked back, in fact this woman appeared in the castle even before them.

It's just that she seemed to have some concerns that she hadn't shown up before.

"When did she come here?" Amanda frowned. "This woman's name is Viola. I just heard her name mentioned. She's a loner, and almost no one knows his origins."

"It's just rumors that her strength is very strong."

In the ordinary world, practitioners can use spiritual power to the extreme. In comparison, Western transcendents have expanded more changes.

There will be some quirky applications.

But Roger is not worried about this, his absolute strength is already close to the limit of Tier 4, as long as he can see through the opponent's ability.

The rest is just the difference between a little more and a little less.

So this trip, he even planned to hide the black moon all the time.

The mighty Roger of that weapon was experienced firsthand.

Musca also seemed to recognize Viola's identity. He glanced at the other party. Although he didn't say anything, the pressure he released was obviously relieved a lot.

Viola came to the young man, she opened her hand, and a cloud of mist shrouded the young man who was kneeling on the ground.

Soon,

When the fog dissipated, the injuries on the young man had already recovered.

"Tell us what happened."

Viola said.

"My name is Marco."

The young man raised his head and glanced at everyone without leaving a trace.

"In the past few decades, my father has hardly left the castle, but recently, his stagnant power has made a new breakthrough, so I have lived here for a long time."

"One night, I suddenly woke up from my sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a dark figure standing in front of the bed."

"I was shocked, I subconsciously launched an attack, but soon, a big hand pressed me hard!"

"Then, I could see the extremely hideous face in the dark."

"That's my father."

"His strength is too strong, and I have no room for resistance. After a few struggles, I fell into syncope."

"The next day I woke up from a coma, the bed under me collapsed, and there were dense cracks on the surrounding walls."

Marko sighed, "But when I found my father, he didn't know anything about it."

Hearing this, Amanda glanced at Roger quietly, with deep worry in her eyes, because a similar experience had happened to her.

It's just that she happened to be in Kermorhan at the time, and she seemed to want to leave the castle, but she fell into chaos when she reached the edge of the fog.

When she regained consciousness again, she had completely lost the memory of that time.

Such an experience is enough to make anyone panic.

Mark continued, "I told my father what had happened and showed him the room that was destroyed and the scar on my neck."

"Subsequently, my father's power steadily increased, but similar things happened frequently, but he only attacked me unconsciously once, and the rest seemed extremely strange."

"In order to find out the truth of the matter, I had to hide quietly, and then find a way to follow and observe his behavior."

"It's strange. He seems to be a completely different person. He seems to be full of surprises in this world, like an ignorant child, looking at the unfamiliar environment again."

Marco seemed to recall the scene at that time, "I suspected at that time that what my father carried in his body was no longer his original soul."

"But I don't know where he went."

"And then?" Viola asked.

"You said he was dead, where is the body?"

"plz follow me."

Marco sighed. After Viola's treatment, he was able to stand up now, but the flesh around his knees obviously had not fully recovered.

However, Marco's own recovery ability is also very strong, and Roger can see the tender granulation growing again in the wound.

"Apart from us, who else did you invite?"

A dull voice came.

It was a strong man who had been standing beside Muska.

This is a strong man with almost the same thickness of arms and thighs, but this man is strong and strong, but his height is a bit appalling.

It made him look like a mountain of meat, and it was kind of ridiculous to walk around.

"You can call me Manu." The burly man glanced at Muska. Although his eyes were deep, the flashing emotions in them were somewhat familiar.

Obviously, Musca is the Dragonborn, and he is the helper, and being able to appear on this occasion is enough to show the close relationship between the two parties.

"Amanda."

"Geralt."

Roger said at the same time.

Although the so-called association is loose, they have heard each other's names more or less, and Amanda naturally has no need to hide it.

As for Roger...

He always felt that calling himself Geralt seemed more sensible in this context.

"I've heard your name, beautiful Miss Amanda." Muska squeezed a self-confessed smile on her face.

"Among the newly promoted Dragonborn in the association, the youngest one."

Musca made no secret of the light in his eyes, "Don't say the last two decades, even if you count forward, in the historical rankings, your youth can also rank in the top ten."

"It really is……"

Muska looked up and down, but the next second, the beautiful face in his field of vision disappeared, replaced by a body like an iron tower.

Roger didn't speak, just stared at Musca calmly.

"Beautiful flowers always attract bees unknowingly."

"This is normal."

A playful smile flashed across Muska's face, he retracted his gaze, and added casually, "Flowers bloom."

"But the bees have changed from wave to wave."

"After all, the sweetness of flower juice, anyone wants to taste it."

"Muska!!"

Before Roger could open his mouth, a dull cold snort evacuated the entire hall.

The speaker turned out to be Manu who was standing beside Musca.

The man's thick eyebrows were wrinkled together, and there was a faint anger in his eyes. In addition, Roger could also feel a little shot in his eyes...

jealous?

Uh... well, it doesn't seem to be directed at me, but Amanda standing behind me.

In the Western world, even in the lives of ordinary people, there are many people like Muska who can express their emotions in an open and honest way.

In the supernatural world, similar behaviors abound, and even most people would not find it abrupt.

Roger clenched his fists. This Muska was smart, and he said it wasn't just about showing love.

"Stay away from me!"

Amanda's voice came from behind Roger, and the girl stepped forward and stood side by side with Roger. There was a faint spark of fire on the edge of her hair.

"The same bees, some pick flowers, some just eat shit!"

As soon as Amanda finished speaking, the faces of Musca and Manu both turned ashen. The blue veins on Manu's forehead burst, and the muscles on his body throbbed, as if he was planning to attack at any time.

"Did you guys come here to fight?"

A cold hum came.

"Come on, take me to the place you said."

Viola glanced at everyone and urged Mark to take him away.

Musca clenched Manu's wrist, and the latter's anger slowly subsided, but he still did not forget to glance at Amanda before leaving.

The words Amanda said just now pierced his heart directly.

"let's go."

Muska whispered.

"The more beautiful the flower looks, the more thorny it is."

Roger looked at Amanda with a chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Amanda rolled her eyes.

"But you said that between them..."

"To shut up!"

Amanda didn't seem to want to talk about such topics at all.

Roger didn't want to either.

He didn't even have the urge to hit them.

"right here."

Come to a room high up in the castle.

From the floor to the walls, the decoration in the room is extremely elegant, even if Roger has no research on antiques, but an old guy who has lived for more than 300 years, everything in his room is an antique.

Where Mark pointed, a circular trace was burned on the floor, spreading out a little from the center. The general shape was circular, but the lines at the edges were irregular.

"There seems to be something missing."

Muska frowned.

"This is the last place my father disappeared. The fragments of his clothes were left on the ground, and most of his body had been devoured by the time I arrived."

"Only the mutilated body and half of the head remain."

"He told me that this is the passage to the land of dragonborn in his memory. In fact, I have seen similar patterns in his study many times."

"At that time, his memory was not clear, and the pattern was changed several times. He thought it was a higher-level extraordinary world connected to China."

Malcott looked up.

"Like those controlled by powerful forces..."

"Later he changed his mind. He told me that there might be a whole new place connected there, a paradise that belongs only to the Dragonborn."

"But obviously."

"There is no heaven in this world, only the abyss."

"He was eaten."

"This incident is too strange. I didn't intend to alarm the adults, but later, some of the things that happened to my father happened to me one by one."

"I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself in an unfamiliar place."

"Even during the day, I will lose my memory inexplicably, and even wake up and find myself studying...that weird pattern."

Marko pointed to the marks on the ground with a look of fear.

"There is no way, I can only make up lies. I know that maybe you adults don't care about my life and death, but this kind of thing happened to my father."

"Maybe in the not-too-distant future, your..."

"To shut up!"

A cold shout came, and Mark's body was hit by an invisible force, flying several meters away, and pressed firmly against the wall behind.

"Our future is something you can discuss too?"

It was Musca who did it, and this time Viola didn't say anything about his approach.

They are not ordinary fourth-order, and each of them may have a life span of more than a hundred years, and the long years are enough to make their bodies and souls completely change into another kind of creature.

extraordinary.

Obviously, this Marco can't care about the consequences. Since he is dead both vertically and horizontally, it is better to pull more supernatural beings into this vortex.

No matter what the reason is, getting involved will bring a lot of variables, which may give him a chance to survive.

Of course, if you meet someone who is short-tempered, he may have been pinched before he can speak.

"What are your views on this matter?"

Viola spoke up.

"This matter has nothing to do with me. Although we are both dragonborn, the direction of inheritance is completely different. I have never heard or experienced what happened to Justin."

Amanda was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance up at Musca.

"Whoever wants to investigate can stay and investigate. I plan to leave."

"What about you? Miss Amanda."

Viola asked.

Amanda hesitated for a moment, but Muska's statement made her realize that not everyone has the same experience.

She is like this, Justin is like this, but similar people may be very few. If she agrees at this time, it is very likely that others will notice something.

But if you don't agree...

How can you resist when something like this happens to you?

Amanda's strength has improved rapidly, but she has not experienced as many things as Roger, so it is inevitable that there will be mistakes in handling things.

What she didn't know was that, needless to say, her hesitation at this time was enough to make a caring person notice a clue.

At this time, Roger, who was standing on the side, said, "It seems very interesting. Shall we stay and have a look?"

After reading the meaning in Roger's eyes, Amanda nodded.

"And you, Miss Viola."

Roger asked.

But this time, before Viola could speak, the traces on the floor suddenly expanded, covering the entire room in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the symbols originally printed on the ground were stretched and unfolded and displayed in front of everyone in a three-dimensional shape.

Those flat marks allowed Roger to see its original form after being three-dimensional.

That's a staggered space gap.

"what happened?"

Muska's figure flickered, but in the next instant, he reappeared in place, and Roger noticed that on the edge of his cheek, a small wound was slowly recovering.

"what happened?"

Manu, who is the most irritable, has already grabbed Mark, and the other palm is raised high, it seems that Mark may be shot into meat sauce at any time!

Roger was the most calm, just clenching Amanda's hand.

"Shh!"

The luxurious room disappeared in an instant, the moisture of the soil rushed towards the face, and everyone had appeared in a dense forest.

But at this moment, Viola suddenly shouted angrily: "Who are you?"

At this time, in addition to Roger and a few others, there was an unfamiliar face in the field.

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