Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　The tone of the old man is a bit weird. The area of ​​Menia is huge. Although the official language has been unified, there are still some differences in language in different regions due to problems left over from the region and history.

　　 When the old man spoke, the ending tone of the intonation was very long and slightly raised, and it sounded a little like Faku.

　　 is not like the accent of the Bordeaux area now, but it has the meaning of a colonial area hundreds of years ago.

　　 The old man apparently mistaken Roger for someone. Roger didn't say a word, but stood quietly.

　　 "What are you doing in a daze? I want to ask you something!"

　　 "Which village are you from?"

　　He looked Roger up and down.

　　 "Where did you get these weird clothes?"

　　 "Those outsiders?"

　　 "Didn't your elders tell you? Less contact with them, those guys are all weird."

　　 "The mystery of the gods must have no good intentions all day long!"

　　 The old man sneered.

　　 "Don't think that no one can recognize you after you change your clothes, take it off quickly, and go back wherever you came from!"

　　 The old man's voice gradually became severe.

　　 "This is a restricted area, who knows if the monsters before death will go crazy?"

　　 While talking, the old man walked towards Roger.

　　 "Hurry up and change my clothes!"

　　 Roger never said a word. He could see that the old man in front of him was just an ordinary person, with some doubts in his heart, and at the same time he increased his vigilance.

　　 This is definitely a cursed place, but the old man in front of you doesn't look like a monster no matter how he looks?

　　 "Is it a disguise?"

　　 Avoiding the old man's pulling without leaving a trace, Roger thought for a while and decided to watch the changes.

　　With Ivy's strength, he can live here for a long time, so he can naturally.

　　 On the way back, the old man murmured something cursively, Roger also sorted out some things from his complaint.

The sea area near 　　 is a monster cemetery. Many monsters living on the bottom of the sea will come here spontaneously before they die.

　　 In most cases, these monsters are in peace with the nearby fishing village, but occasionally crazy monsters wash ashore.

　　The fishing village where the old man lives is actually some distance from the coast. After walking for a while, a dilapidated fishing village appeared in the distance.

　　 There were very few people in the village. At first, seeing the clothes on Roger's body showed a kind of vigilance, but soon this kind of vigilance disappeared completely.

　　A few young people among them would take the initiative to run over and ask where Roger got the clothes.

"roll roll roll!"

　　 "Get out of here!"

　　 The old man beat and scolded the young people who had surrounded him.

　　 "It's useless to just change clothes. The difference between those outsiders and us is so great that you can tell at a glance."

　　 The old man glanced at Roger, "Just your clothes, those idiots who can lie to Crescent City, here we are..."

　　 "Crescent City?"

　　 was shocked, Roger couldn't help but blurt out.

　　 "Which Crescent City?"

　　 "Which one else?"

　　 There was a trace of contempt on the old man’s face, "A group of perfidious things keep us out and let us live under the claws of monsters."

　　 "Sooner or later I will set fire to those people inside the wall!"

　　 The old man seemed to have thought of something, and growled furiously.

　　 "Haha, you old guy is bragging again."

　　 There were people around laughing, but the old man did not answer, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

　　 "Put on this suit and get back to your village quickly!"

　　 digging out a set of linen clothes from the storage box, the old man threw it on Roger, then turned and left.

　　 "Crescent City, outsiders, weird costumes."

　　 Roger felt as if he had caught something faintly.

　　 "Is this another entrance to Crescent City?"

　　 But Roger felt strange that in a cursed place, there would be normal people like them.

　　 After all, in the cursed place he had been to before, except for outsiders like them, all the monsters born in it were monsters.

　　 "Is this the unique feature of the so-called medium-sized cursed land?"

　　 "Where is the big cursed place?"

　　 "A whole world?"

　　 Listening to their conversation, it is clear that there is a fundamental difference between outsiders and the people born and raised here.

　　 "But why would they treat me..."

　　 Looking down at his body, Roger suddenly realized a problem.

　　 "Maybe they don't identify with me, but this body!"

　　 "That means..."

　　 "The body I use now comes from here!"

　　 A young man from a fishing village who strayed into the forbidden area died because of an accident. After his death, he was caught by the gap to the outside world.

　　 Then the body was occupied by Roger who came through.

　　 All this seems to make sense.

　　 If this is true, it can explain the strange identification of others in the fishing village, and at the same time, it can also explain the origin of this body.

　　 After all, according to Greg's statement, there was no shipwreck in the waters of nearly a hundred miles within a few weeks of the incident.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 Roger breathed a sigh of relief. This is better than having an extra pair of parents for no reason.

　　 "But the body in the cursed land... there is no hidden danger, right?"

　　 "Did Dickinson discovered my anomaly because of this?"

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 "Have you changed it yet?"

　　 "If you change it, get out of here!"

　　 "Let me see you appearing near the forbidden area in the future, and I will stab your **** with a fork!"

　　 The old man outside the door shouted roughly.

　　 After changing his clothes, the abruptness on Roger's body immediately became much less, except that the skin on his face was a bit too clean, which seemed to be no different from ordinary fishing village teenagers.

　　 "Hank!"

　　 "Old Hank!"

　　 Just then, a young man broke into the room yelling.

　　 "Some outsiders came from the village, and they said they came here to perform their tasks..."

　　 The boy was panting and making gestures in dance.

　　 "Let them go, tell them there are no monsters."

　　 The old man named Hank glanced at Roger, but he thought about it and waved his hand, "Take me to see."

　　 Roger's heart moved, and he quietly followed behind.

　　 A large group of people surrounded the entrance of the fishing village. They kept a long distance from a few others~www.NovelMTL.com~ their eyes were full of vigilance.

　　 Roger can determine the identities of the few people standing at the entrance of the village with a glance.

　　 Two demon hunters, one psychic, one exorcist, a standard hunter squad.

　　 With sharp eyes, he even saw a flashing Gwent card in the hands of the psychic.

　　 This is indeed Crescent City.

　　Roger quietly hides behind the crowd and looks at it.

　　 Old Hank stepped forward to negotiate with one of the demon hunters. He frowned, shook his head, and looked unwilling to cooperate.

　　 Roger leaned back. He will still need to come to New Moon City to perform tasks in the future. If someone else sees his appearance here, I am afraid there will be some trouble.

　　 "Hey, which village are you from?"

　　 There was a voice suddenly beside him, Roger turned his head, and a thin boy from the fishing village looked at him.

　　 "Is your weapon made by yourself? It looks like the real thing."

　　 Roger's heart moved, "I came from another place. Are there other fishing villages nearby besides here?"

　　 may be able to explore the true identity of this body from the mouth of this young man.

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