Demon Hunter and His Hut

They rushed back to Marsh Town overnight, instead of going to Roger to rent a lakeside cottage, the two of them found a motel at random.

After a brief shower, I hurriedly fell asleep. For nearly two days and two nights, my mind and body almost reached the limit.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed.

Henrik told Roger that the Hunters Guild had sent people to the farm, and it was estimated that it was almost done.

This time, the task of Swamp Town was completely completed. If there was nothing wrong, he would take Roger back to Bay Town in the afternoon.

Roger called Amanda again, and this time Amanda's voice came from the opposite side of the phone after a few rings.

The red-haired girl seemed to have slept all night, and her voice sounded extremely tired. She made an appointment to meet in the town square at noon, and Amanda hung up the phone in a hurry.

After breakfast, Henrik took Roger to the lakeside hut. As soon as he entered, he saw Thomas lying on the bed like a dead fish.

"Oh...look who's back"

"How have you been these days?"

Thomas rolled up from the bed on his waist. He looked Roger up and down, "Brother, you look so tired."

"Pay attention to your body..."

Thomas said earnestly.

"Ha ha."

Looking at Thomas who was holding his waist with blue eyes, Roger suddenly had an idea, if he would call this guy another tonight...

Will he die here?

To get this vicious thought out of his head, Roger informs Thomas that the vacation is over, picks up Amanda after lunch, and they head back to Baytown together.

The fish-man festival in the town has officially started. The town is decorated with lanterns and colorful tourists. To be honest, after this mission, Roger also really wants to relax.

Swamp Town Center Square.

After several days of cloudy clouds finally dissipated, the sun was shining brightly. Roger and the others waited in the square for a long time before Amanda arrived late.

Betty didn't accompany him. The one who sent Amanda here was a stout woman. Roger didn't care, but Henrik's eyes stayed on the other side for a while.

After Amanda got into the car, she leaned against the window without saying a word, her face was pale, and there was a hint of unease in her eyes.

"What's the matter, I didn't rest well"

Roger asked with concern.

"Um."

Amanda nodded lightly and stopped talking, staring out of the car window blankly.

Roger didn't ask too much, but he always felt like something was happening to Amanda.

Among the four people in the car, Thomas was the most heartless one. He was holding his mobile phone and didn't know who he was texting with, and from time to time he let out bursts of dissolute laughter.

The way back was also quiet, gradually approaching Bay Town, and the number of vehicles on the road began to increase. Obviously, these were all tourists who came to participate in the Fish-Man Festival.

The closer you get to the town, the stronger the festive atmosphere. The residents of Bay Town attach more importance to this festival than Roger imagined. Not to mention the shops along the street, even the front of the houses of every household, are also covered with various decorations.

In the coastal area radiated by the entire city of Bordeaux, in terms of the characteristic town culture, it is estimated that only the mermaid on the other side can be compared.

There were many foreign tourists in the town, and Andreen helped to maintain law and order, so she was not at home, and sent Thomas home first, and then came to Andreen's house.

After getting out of the car, Amanda simply thanked her and went upstairs in a trance, leaving Henrik and Roger behind.

Roger was about to say goodbye when Henrik stopped him.

"I have something for you."

Henrik opened the trunk and took out a long wooden box from the hidden compartment.

The box is brownish-black as a whole, with only the pattern of the wood material on the surface. There is a damaged area in the lower right corner, which seems to have been erased artificially.

Roger vaguely guessed something, but asked subconsciously, "What is this?"

"The weapon you want."

"A sword!"

Henrik replied, an inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes.

Roger's attention was all drawn to the wooden box in front of him, and he didn't notice the expression on Henrik's face.

"So fast! Didn't you say it's hard to get?" Roger wanted to open the box and take a closer look, but considering where the two were now, he could only hold back his curiosity.

"This is not a standard weapon."

"It's my personal treasure."

Hearing the emotion in Henrik's words, Roger seemed to understand something, "This thing is too precious..."

"Give it to you, and you will take it!"

"Your performance in the past two days is worthy of it."

Henrik almost shoved the wooden box into Roger's hands, "Take the things and get out of here, or return me if you don't!"

"That's not necessary!"

Roger flexibly shrank back, "Next time something like this happens, I'll be there for you!"

"Humph!"

Henrik sneered, "Take one of my weapons for one mission, I can't afford such a high appearance fee."

"The union has sent me a partner exorcist, who is already on the way. It shouldn't take long to get here."

"So this should be the last time we work together."

"Good job, boy!"

Henrik patted Roger on the shoulder, started the car and left.

Roger put the backpack he brought on the trip back into the room, he thought about it, went to the next door to notify Amanda, and then rushed to the cabin in the woods with a wooden box and some necessities.

Although he had only been away for a few days, Roger missed his cabin very much. There was no change in the room. After putting things away, Roger couldn't wait to open the wooden box.

A little cold light suddenly appeared, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. Roger knew that this was just an illusion caused by the reflected light from the sword.

The hilt is wrapped in an unknown animal skin, and the overall appearance is somewhat different from the weapons used by ancient knights in Roger's impression.

The blade is wider and heavier. It can be slashed with dual wielding, and it can be swung a few times. This weight is just right for Roger now.

A tip on the notice board reminded Roger that he had obtained a fine steel sword, and his personal rating rose slightly.

"At last it looks like something."

The sword body like the autumn water reflects the cold light. Roger just tested it briefly, and the wooden stick with the thick wrist was easily cut off.

The blade vibrated, making a beep of a certain frequency.

Carry out an exercise according to the practice of general swordsmanship. Although there is no concentration medicine or pain medicine, Roger can easily realize the difference from the past.

There seems to be a special connection between him and the weapon in his hand. Although it is weak, it has brought his perception of the use of weapons to a new level.

Reluctantly, he put the steel sword in his hand back into the scabbard, and Roger came to the study, but he remembered the harvest mentioned on the notice board.

New recipe and new magic circle.