Demon Hunter and His Hut

Then I'll take it seriously! "

Hathaway grinned.

"Did you know? Gwent cards have now become a skill, or knowledge, that all mediums must learn."

"I really don't know how you did it in the first place, because everyone thinks that this thing can't be researched with one's wisdom at all."

"Henrique told me about you. He said that your presence would change the life of the witcher. Mother said she had never seen Henrique take a thing so seriously."

"I think you should probably spread the Gwent card to the entire witcher community," Hathaway suggested.

"The Witcher and the Gwent Card..."

"That's a really good idea."

Roger smiled.

"I should be able to help in this regard." Hathaway volunteered.

"Okay." Roger nodded.

Energetic witchers, mostly female psychic mediums, then contact each other for the reason of playing cards.

beating, beating...

Roger could almost already think of the final result.

In other words, is this learning or welfare?

After a few chats, the two separated, Hathaway continued to guard outside the hall, and Roger entered the fairy tale manuscript.

After a period of adaptation, it was time for the first batch of witchers to inherit.

Hearing that Roger had built Kyle Morhan, Gewei planned to bring his clan to relocate there.

The inheritance school experience is much simpler than imagined.

Roger planted the inheritance seeds of the cat school in everyone's mind. In order to avoid accidents, he has been observing everyone's reactions.

In this way, day by day, Roger followed the Jackdaw Sword Master to practice swordsmanship during the day, and returned to the training base at night.

while guiding,

While observing the progress of the grass trial.

In fact, the grass trial this time is much more important than the previous one.

Those who participated in the trial were ordinary people, and the problems they faced were the ones that needed to be solved the most.

six days later.

Gewei's clansmen began to practice formally, and the grass trials of Ingmar and others have also ended.

A name appeared on the blank stele.

Luther Wiki.

A total of 7 people participated in the trial.

"It's not your fault, Henrik, we tried our best."

Roger could see that Henrique, who seemed to be nervous, was very concerned about this result.

"I know."

"If this probability is announced, other extraordinary forces will go crazy."

"How many of them?"

Roger asked.

"Ingmar went to drink, and Lawrence grew a new arm. He said that he needed to get used to it. As for the rest, he said that he needed to vent the strong energy in his body."

Roger opened the notice panel, and it would normally take a hundred ordinary hunters to raise the hunter base to the next level.

But at this time in the progress bar on the notice panel, the previous number has jumped from 25 to 60!

After the end of the inheritance of the genre, Gewei's clansmen's strength has been greatly improved, plus the six successful witchers, according to Roger's speculation, the progress should be around forty.

That is to say, the rest of the promotion comes entirely from the sunset and Qianxia.

Relatively speaking, the hunter base is also more inclined to the elite route.

The hunter base has come to an end, and the rest can be left to Henrik and others to develop steadily, and Roger can finally focus all his attention on swordsmanship practice.

Yatagara Jianjiao left Hanchuan and went to the desert to deal with the mess left by the Ishii family, and not long after Yatagara celebrities were also dispatched by the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Roger's life became simple and boring.

Cultivation has become his all.

He has never been so devoted to his studies as he has been in recent times.

He even forgot his own purpose and the hidden intentions of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

One is willing to teach and one is willing to learn.

Time passes day by day.

One day, as usual, Roger practiced the swordsmanship tradition selected for him by the Hunter's Lodge on the top of Hanchuan Mountain.

Suddenly an old voice came.

"Roger, how long have you been in Hanchuan?"

"how long?"

Roger stopped in a daze, when he suddenly noticed a faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils.

Looking sideways, the cherry blossom tree that was wrapped in buds not long ago has now fully stretched, and there are clusters of blooming flowers on the branches.

Beneath the cherry tree, a thin old man leaned his back against the rough trunk and poured the wine from a glass down his throat.

Roger was slightly lost.

The large robe covering his body made the Jackdaw Sword Master look a bit ridiculous at this time.

He was thinner and older.

But correspondingly, the eyes of the Jackdaw Sword Master were frighteningly bright.

Roger didn't even dare to look at him, and there seemed to be a sharp sword light piercing out of his eyes.

Roger looked back.

"Has the cherry blossoms bloomed yet?"

He sighed. Recently, there is a feeling that there is no sun and moon in the mountains. He meets with the Sword Master Jackdaw regularly every day, and then begins his swordsmanship practice under his guidance.

Because every day they met, the changes in the Sword Master of Jackdaw were not so obvious. At this time, when he got out of this state, Roger noticed the passage of time.

"Ninety-nine days."

"This is the ninety-ninth day of your instructing me."

Roger replied.

No matter what the other party's purpose was, at least the benefits he got in front of him were obvious. As a teacher, the Jackdaw Sword Master was qualified.

"Just here."

The Jackdaw Sword Master said softly, he leaned his skinny back against the cherry tree, and it seemed that just sitting would consume a lot of his energy.

The beauty of cherry blossoms reflects the decline of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

A life is coming to an end, and a life is flourishing.

Roger was stunned at first, it was still far from the end of the day.

"You should go down the mountain."

Jackdaw Architecture said again.

"Ninety-nine days, thirty-three inheritances!"

"To be honest, I was really surprised."

The Jackdaw Sword Master showed a relieved smile.

Roger didn't answer, he knew that part of it was due to Sword Heart, part of it was the guidance of the hunter's hut, and at the same time there was still aura.

[Remaining Spiritual Light] The power of the witcher is inseparable from the practice of swordsmanship, and in addition to the inherent experience in the practice of swordsmanship, personal unique insights are also essential.

The realization of ordinary witchers is only a moment of shock, but these accumulated auras can be preserved and become the driving force for comprehending new sword marks when needed.

Strive to gain more experience in swordsmanship practice and understanding of the rules of power, and complete the practice of the mountain trial through the aura from other witchers.

This is the real reason why Roger completed thirty-three swordsmanship practices in a short period of time.

Nearly three months, Henrik and Amanda have not wasted in vain, and now it is not far from the next upgrade of the witcher base.

"Study is over?"

According to the Jackdaw Sword Master, imitation is only the first stage.

"Of course not, but you have more important things to do."

"In addition, the second stage of cracking is not something that can be done by practicing and sitting."

"You need to fight."

"the most important is……"

He sighed.

"I'm running out of time."

Roger was silent.

The Jackdaw Sword Master waved his hand slightly tiredly.

"Go to Morita Dohiro, he will tell you what to do."

The Jackdaw Sword Master laughed, "I hope I'm still alive when you come back next time."

"Will."

Roger bowed his head.

To be honest, facing the Jackdaw Sword Master, Roger's emotions were very complicated.

The two do not have the relationship between master and apprentice, but they have the reality of master and apprentice. As a top powerhouse, whether it is the strength of the heart, the wrist, or even the charisma, they are the best among the extraordinary people that Roger has met so far.

Compared with the Sword Master of Jackdaw, both Green and Lilith looked small and embarrassed.

The purpose of the Jackdaw Sword Master is very clear, longevity.

There is no so-called stalwart, nor so-called justice. His starting point is selfish, but for the ultimate goal, he will not use any means.

Not because it can't.

But because of disdain.

The Jackdaw Sword Master did not choose the path of Tengu Shrine, perhaps not because he felt that all beings were for the benefit of ordinary people, but more perhaps because of his inner pride.

Compared with such pride, Anzhai's arrogance is nothing.

Deep in his heart, Roger very much hoped that the Jackdaw Sword Master could succeed. He wanted to know if such a proud and talented man could live longer.

In the end can create what kind of brilliance?

He was really looking forward to it.

Even deep down, Roger hoped that all this was just his own overthinking.

Coming to the Black Tower, Roger only remembered at this time that recently, when he practiced swordsmanship, he used an iron sword that the Jackdaw Sword Master casually found.

The last time I handed the Sword of Fate to Morita Dohiro, I forgot to take it back.

Under the guidance of the guards, Roger came to Morita Dohiro's room.

There was no one in the room. He sat under the tree and waited for a while before he saw Morita Michihiro come in with great interest.

Compared with the last meeting, Morita Dohiro's mental state has undergone some changes, his eyes are bright, and the vigor in his eyes is even more than that of most young people.

In addition, his strength has also taken a big step forward.

"Can ironing improve strength?"

Roger thought silently.

Morita Dohiro came over holding a box.

"I must apologize, Roger."

Morita Dohiro frowned, "The transformation of the Sword of Fate has failed. The entire sword is composed of two separate parts, and the original user is the link connecting these two separate parts."

"In my imagination, the use of the Stone of Eternal Life should be able to graft this connection, but there are other variables in the specific operation process."

Morita Dohiro sighed, "So... I failed."

Roger never imagined that he had waited three months for such a result.

"In other words... is there a broken sword inside?"

Even if it didn't show on his face, Roger's mood was still somewhat fluctuating.

"Who said that?" Morita Daobo was stunned.

"I'm not stupid, even if the transformation fails, it's impossible to destroy your weapon?"

"The Sword of Destiny is actually an unfinished product. Since there is no way to completely integrate it, I will do the opposite, re-refining the outer layer of the sword body, and mixing the breath soil into it, although there is no way to improve it. Attack power, but it can strengthen the fit with spiritual power."

"You feel it carefully."

Saying that, he opened the box in his hand.

Roger was immediately drawn to the brand new Sword of Fate.

At the beginning, due to the special material, the Sword of Fate was still a bone sword in essence, although it had a metallic luster.

If you look closely, you can still feel the texture of white bones.

However, there was little change in other places at this time, but there was a blush about a finger width on the edge of the blade.

At first glance, it looks like blood flowing from the sword, and the feeling that the whole weapon is alive is even more obvious.

Roger clenched the weapon in his hand and gave a hint on the notice board.

Unknown transformation: Improve the fit of spiritual power and upgrade the potential.

Indeed, as Morita Dohiro said, no other attributes have changed.

"And this Crow Feather, completely reworked."

There is also another weapon in the box. The texture similar to feathers is pressed into the blade. The blade is narrower and the length is also suitable for the height of Rigaku Qianxia.

Roger nodded and accepted both weapons.

"The teacher asked me to come to you..."

"Oh." Morita Michibo nodded and took out a short knife he carried with him.

Even with the knife and sheath, it was about fifty centimeters long. At first glance, Roger couldn't tell the specific material of the weapon.

Intricate patterns are drawn on the handle and scabbard, which are as densely entangled as silk threads.

"Things have made new progress, and this weapon is a staged display."

"You must take care of it, and you must not pull it out before handing it over to another person!"

Morita Dohiro urged seriously.

"Who shall I give it to?"

"Go to Qinglu Mountain and find the Lord of the Bullfrog Sword."

"Among the four sword houses, if the Jackdaw is the strongest sword, then the Funiu is the hardest sword. More importantly, in the inheritance of the guardian spirit Funiu, there is a special secret technique called the Spirit Casting Technique."

"That's a special secret technique that can enhance the practitioner's own defense by guarding the spirit."

"You should know that in the spirit sword technique we study, there is a link that requires the soul of the practitioner to have the characteristics of a guardian spirit to some extent."

"The sword master guessed that something similar might be involved in the spirit infusion method of the barbarian."

Morita Dohiro explained.

"Using the ability to enhance the defense of the guardian itself, many genres can do similar things?"

Roger is a little weird.

"It's not the same. Many years ago, Jackdaws and Barbarians had a battle. As for the result, no one knows, but according to Sword Master Hanshan, he believes that Barbarians are not a simple accumulation of spiritual power."

"The sword master suspects that they have strengthened the practitioner's body!"

"Strengthen the body?!"

Roger frowned.

"It sounds like the means of Western superhumans."

After all, it is the flesh that has the most powerful blood vessels.

Morita Dohiro nodded.

"You know this is the East."

"Therefore, there must be something special about the method of instilling spirits in Funiu. If you get the method of instilling spirits, as the sword master guessed, the research progress of the spirit sword will be able to take a big step forward!"

Morita Michibo looked excited.

Roger was silent for a moment.

He noticed that Morita Dohiro's title for the plan had been changed from a living sword to a spirit sword.

"Just give this thing to the barbarian sword master?"

Roger frowned, he always felt that things were not so simple.

Sure enough, Morita Michibo shook his head.

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