Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 While having breakfast in the restaurant, news of Sherman's killing spread throughout the town.

　　 In Bay Town, Sherman is a veritable celebrity. There are many people working on his fishing grounds, and his death naturally caused an uproar.

　　 "I heard it was love killing."

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

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

　　 Because of Sherman's death, public opinion in the town seemed to have stirred up a storm.

　　 Discuss and discuss, and there is no specific official statement. Sometimes people don’t care about the truth, just want to talk more about the boring life.

　　 Amanda looked at Roger suspiciously.

　　 "What do you see me doing?"

　　 "Is there something weird?"

　　 "What's weird? Do you still think Sherman's death has something to do with me?"

　　 Amanda squinted.

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

　　 "Hehe." Roger smiled awkwardly.

　　 "I overheard Andrin's call." Roger explained casually.

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

　　When he came to school, Bob naturally did not show up. I heard that he happened to not go home last night, so he escaped.

　　 There is nothing to talk about during the whole day of study. Roger naturally took medicine to enter 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, he did not want to break his word since he agreed to Andrew.

　　 After what happened before, now the whole school knows that Roger is not easy to mess with, and naturally no one dares to talk to him. Roger is free and just casually dealt with Thomas.

　　 This guy is heartless, but his expertise in wild animals is indeed solid, and even with that, he is as precious to many creatures that only exist in legends.

　　Because of Sherman's death, the entire town has become panicked. The town has really not been peaceful during this period of time, and several people have died one after another.

　　 The three of them settled for dinner in the dining room after school, but Andrew didn't come back until late.

　　 As night fell, Roger drew the curtains, moved around the room, and practiced elven short swords diligently.

Elf Short Sword Technique LV2: The transformation between life and death is better than repeated polishing during practice. You are used to blending into your muscles. You have completely mastered the skill of the sword technique. It is quick and accurate, and it can explode terrible lethality even when tired. .

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

　　 But there is no other way around this. Maybe after 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 to take advantage of..."

　　 Looking at the short-knife-shaped wooden strip in his hand, Roger felt that he, the demon hunter... was a bit fake.

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

　　 tu tu tu tu tut!

　　 was thinking about something, suddenly there was a soft noise outside the window.

　　 A familiar face appeared.

　　 Roger opened the window and Henrik turned in expertly.

　　 "What are you doing here?"

　　 "I want you to act together?"

　　 Henrik said of course.

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

　　 Henrik smiled indifferently, "Inherited from a family of witch hunters, I don't believe you will be uninterested in these things."

　　 "And..."

　　 "Aren't you interested in becoming a real demon hunter?"

　　 Seeing the movement in Roger's eyes, Henrik took out an item and threw it over.

"It's for you!"

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

Snapped.

　　 Roger's eyes lit up.

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

　　The handle of the knife is wrapped in a gray animal skin, and the grip feels surprisingly good, as if it was tailor-made for him.

　　 is tall and narrow, the color is dim, and it is about two and a half fingers wide. Roger can't tell the material. He tried to wave it a few times. The sharp blade cut through the air, but the sound was extremely soft.

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

　　 "This thing cost me some thoughts."

　　 Henrik said.

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

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

　　 "Traditional Demon Hunter?"

　　 "Does the demon hunter have traditional and modern?"

　　 Roger was taken aback.

　　 "Why don't you divide?"

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

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

　　 "Don't equate us with ordinary gunmen."

　　 "Our optic nerves, reaction speed, and hands have been specially strengthened."

　　 "This is unmatched by ordinary people."

　　 "You will only die faster if you get closer."

　　 Henrik sneered.

　　 "But it's not without its drawbacks, UU reading www.uukanshu.com modern demon hunters rely too much on weapons, handling some common incidents is fine, but if you face some real..."

　　 Henrik sighed.

　　 "Speaking of what these do, you just need to know that if you want to continue the traditional path of hunting demon hunters, the path you want to take in the future will be very difficult."

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

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

　　 "The times have changed."

　　 Henrik folded his hands together, and the pistol disappeared in his hands.

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

　　 Looking at Roger who was still standing there, Henrik stretched out his hand, "Either give me the knife or follow me."

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

　　 Coming into the woods, Henrik took out the hand stab he got from Sherman yesterday, and then took out a book page from it.

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

　　Henrik apparently came prepared, and took out some bottles and cans from a square suitcase, unknown red liquid, pungent powder, weird herbs and pale bones.

　　 The pendant on his chest is slightly hot, which is enough to show that these things Henrik took out are not ordinary things.

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

　　 Henrik explained casually.

　　 Roger was taken aback when he heard this. From beginning to end, none of the medicines he prepared had used any extraordinary substances.

Is 　　 the particularity of the hunter's cabin?