Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 In the early morning of the second day, Roger opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face lying next to his pillow. After practice last night, he was extremely convinced of one thing.

　　 Hathaway's body has indeed undergone some changes.

　　 Is it the so-called second...?

　　 "Good morning Roger."

　　 Hathaway opened her eyes.

　　 "You are different from last time."

　　 "It looks like my task is done pretty well." Roger grinned.

　　 Hmm... It should be overfulfilled.

　　 Through in-depth communication, Hathaway also discovered the changes in Roger's body.

　　 "How long has passed since then, you have already entered the transcendence, it is really amazing."

　　 Hathaway is also a little envious.

　　 The promotion of psychics is much more difficult than other professions. Sometimes the accumulation of experience and the capture of spirituality are more important.

　　 In addition, this profession relies too much on talent.

　　 Turning on the phone, it was a series of text messages bombarded by Henrik. Roger always felt that this guy seemed to be tentatively tentative.

　　 Is Ingmar?

　　 After dialing the phone, Henrik’s complaint was inevitable, and he briefly explained. After breakfast, Roger and Hathaway came to the exchange meeting.

　　 The venue for this exchange meeting was on an artificial island near the port.

　　 The entire island is blocked. Only qualified people can board the island. Roger, as Hathaway’s assistant, although not a psychic medium, also boarded the island.

　　 The entire island is lined with trees, and the place where they held the exchange meeting was in a private estate near the center of the island.

　　 Unexpectedly, the number of participants was so large, when Roger and the two came to the manor, many positions were already occupied.

　　 The exchange meeting as a psychic is not as serious as an academic seminar, and there is no so-called conference hall or lecture room.

　　 The atmosphere of the whole estate is relaxed and free.

　　 People who are not clear may even feel a little noisy and confused.

　　 Young men and women gather in small groups, some are talking loudly, and some are explaining specific techniques.

　　 One of the guys used the whip to open up Roger's horizons.

　　 consumes less energy, but the tenacity and power have risen linearly. Obviously, this guy has done a lot of hard work in this area.

　　 and he even started to study other weapons.

　　 There are also enchanting techniques explaining psionic weapons, and so on.

　　 After an exchange meeting, I will definitely get a lot of improvement.

　　 "Don't the demon hunters have similar communication?" Roger asked curiously.

　　 "Yes, but before entering the transcendence, the exchange is more about the use of weapons and the experience of dealing with different monsters."

　　 "After entering the transcendence, if you awaken the corresponding bloodline and become a blood hunter, it is said that only then will you have the opportunity to participate in the real exchange meeting that belongs to the demon hunter."

　　 "The training method of a demon hunter who awakens a special bloodline is completely different from that of an ordinary hunter. Appropriate communication will inspire each other."

　　 "Many times, powerful psychics also have the opportunity to participate in such exchange meetings."

　　 Hathaway explained.

　　 "What shall we do next?"

　　 "Find a place to sit down."

　　 "Then, play cards."

　　 Roger said indifferently.

　　 Hathaway's delicate face froze.

　　 "Sit down and play cards?"

　　 "We don't need to introduce..."

　　 Roger waved his hand.

　　 "There are still three days left. As you said, if you tell everyone directly that this thing is for divination, I'm afraid no one will believe it."

　　 "Let everyone accept it first."

　　 Roger found a fairly open place and dragged the single sofa to the table.

　　 "Believe me, in such a strong academic atmosphere, where there are boring theoretical knowledge explanations everywhere, the Kunte brand will definitely arouse everyone's interest."

　　 "Papa Papa!"

　　 Roger placed four decks of cards on the table.

　　 "Don't think so much, your next task is only one, and that is to get acquainted with the four camps, and then, concentrate on defeating me!"

　　 Roger laughed.

　　 "Some people lost their helmets and armor last night and lost terribly."

　　 Hathaway was successfully provoked to arouse her enthusiasm. Without divination, she directly chose the Squirrel Party that she used last night, and Roger was naturally Nilfgaard.

　　 The two opened their positions and soon started playing.

　　 In this place where there are psychics communicating, the two of them devote themselves to the Gwent card. No one cares about them all morning, playing back and forth many rounds.

　　 Hathaway has accumulated more and more experience, and the two sides will win each other. Although the rules of the Gwent card seem simple, the game changes a lot.

　　 And from the point of view of balance, the Gwent card after the hunter's house magic modification has almost reached the limit of balance.

　　 This is something you couldn't do in previous games.

　　 Gradually, Hathaway even forgot the task of the exchange meeting. Round after round, after a few bites of food at noon, he dragged Roger to fight again.

　　 I took a break at noon, and there was no one at the exchange meeting. There was no one else to play with. At this moment, a thin man walked over slowly.

　　 He was wearing a pair of heavy glasses, and the expression on his face was a bit stale. He was just hanging out, but when he walked near the two Rogers, he suddenly saw the gorgeous cards on the table.

"what?"

　　 "There are psychic fluctuations?"

　　 "It looks like a game."

　　 Terry supported the heavy glasses, "It is a luxury to incorporate psionic energy into the card to make a game!"

　　The materials that can store psionic energy are scarce, and it is even more difficult to make a deck of cards and maintain their stability.

　　 Seeing someone approaching, Roger didn't say anything. Throughout the morning, a few people occasionally came to watch, but most of them just took a few glances and left.

　　 The last time I played the Gwent card heartily had to go back to the previous world. At this time, I saw something that only existed in the game and was reproduced in the real world.

　　 This kind of illusion wrapped in reality made Roger indulged in it, and it also evoked his addiction to cards.

　　 Sure enough, Gwent and Demon Hunter are the best match.

　　 When the round was over, Roger secured the victory at the last minute with a wonderful counter-kill, and reshuffled the cards, but at this moment, a cautious voice suddenly came from his side.

　　 "What game are you playing?"

　　 Roger raised his head, and the man with thick glasses was still standing beside him, with some eagerness in his eyes.

　　 "Gwent brand~www.NovelMTL.com~ a kind of psionic game made by ourselves."

　　 Roger smiled and sent out an invitation.

　　 "A round of Gwent cards?"

　　 "Hey, that's great."

　　 "My name is Terry, let me try."

　　 Terry gearing up.

　　 "I'll explain the rules to you."

　　Although he had already taken a look on the sidelines, Terry still asked patiently.

　　 Ten minutes later, he started the first game of Gwent in his life.

　　 One game after another, an hour later, when the break was over, the number of people in the exchange meeting gradually increased, and Terry had almost forgotten his purpose of coming here.

　　 There are only unit cards, special cards, weather cards and various complex combinations in his mind.

　　 "You are really geniuses!"

　　 Terry still got up and took out the phone in his pocket.

　　 "This is the best game in the world. I feel that my psychic energy has become more active."

　　 "I want to notify everyone that the Gwent card must be handed a share!"

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