Demon Hunter and His Hut

  Saving people is like fighting fire.

  Roger carries the weapon in his hand. Follow the clues when the brown bear came.

  This beast is obviously coming out for food, and the area of ​​activity is very large. Roger must try his best to eliminate some meaningless interference, which can greatly save his time.

"did you find it?"

   "It's too late if it's too late!"

   John urged anxiously, his tone a little eager and blunt.

  Roger is considerate of his mood, he doesn't care about these details very much, he concentrates, and goes faster and faster.

  What Roger did not expect was that this thin man could barely keep up with his speed even though he was injured.

  Finally, passing through a thicket of trees, the smell of fishy Sao gradually intensified, and a dark cave appeared on the mountain wall not far away.

   "It should be here!"

   Seeing the messy traces next to the cave, Roger's face sank.

  There should be another brown bear living here!

   "You wait here!"

  After speaking, he rushed into the cave at a very fast speed without waiting for John's reaction.

  The cave was pitch black, and the deeper the depth, the stronger the stench. The cave was not deep, and Roger reached the bottom in just a few seconds.

"Roar!"

  At this moment, a black figure curled up on the ground suddenly burst into flames, his scarlet eyes glared at Roger, and his sharp claws slapped him on the head!

   "Go away!"

  Roger yelled, and he leaped forward. He didn't even draw his sword, his palm was raised.

  【Alder】

  A wave of air that was three times more than usual gushed out of Roger's palm, and the huge body of the brown bear fell backward.

  嗤!

  Keng!

  The two voices were mixed together. In the next second, a big hole was opened in the back of the brown bear's head, blood and brain slurry was smeared on the back mountain wall, and the body was soft as mud.

   "How about it, did you find it?"

   John’s voice came in the direction of the hole, followed by eager footsteps.

  Roger looked around, saw the little figure under the brown bear, and then swallowed the reminder.

   "Is she there? Is she there?"

   John asked eagerly.

  The cave was dark. He had just entered from the outside, and for a while he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly.

  There was a stench deep in the cave, and John's body was covered with feces, but he didn't care about it.

   "Don't worry, she is not here."

  Roger comforted, but at this moment, John, whose sight was restricted, plunged into a pile of minced meat beside the cave, and when he got up, he unexpectedly caught something out of it.

"what is this?"

  John trembling and took what was in his hand before his eyes, Roger fixed his eyes, but his face changed slightly.

  Holding in John's hand is a ragdoll soaked in blood!

  At this time, John also recognized the object in his hand through a familiar shape.

   "No, this is not true!"

   "My Jenny!"

  Roger did not speak. Although he wanted to comfort the middle-aged man in front of him at this time, he thought about it and swallowed it again.

   Although the truth is cruel, it is better than false deception.

  John covered his face and wept bitterly. At this time, there was also an immature soft noise in the darkness, the voice was very slight at first, and then gradually became louder.

  John, who had adapted to the dim light, looked in the direction of the sound, where a small immature figure was lying beside a huge corpse.

  A little bear just born.

The tyranny in    flashed away, and John lifted a boulder beside him and rushed over like a wild beast.

  The stone in his hand was raised high, and then smashed down hard.

   Lift up, drop down!

   Lift up, drop down!

  So back and forth.

  There was no hysterical yelling, only the sound of stones hitting the flesh could be heard in the dim cave, and then blood dripped until John lost all his strength.

  From beginning to end, Roger did not say anything.

   "If you eat my child, then I will kill you!"

  Obviously, the male brown bear was injured in a hunt, so he was left in the cave.

   "Let's go, let's leave here."

  Roger spoke.

  John held the blood-stained rag doll tightly, and the two walked out of the cave. The sun had already fallen to the west, and John suddenly became sober when the mountain wind blew past.

   "Thank you, kindhearted person."

  John suppressed the grief in his heart, "I don’t know your name yet."

   "Geralt."

  Roger replied.

   Washed the blood on his body by the stream, John took the initiative to send out an invitation, and he hoped to invite Roger to be a guest at his home.

  Roger naturally agreed without hesitation.

  Although there are a little more twists and turns, he can at least understand the world in a fair way.

   "Our town is surrounded by woods with no borders. The residents of the town rarely see outsiders."

  John told Roger, "When someone asks, I will say you are my nephew."

  Roger nodded.

  The atmosphere was extremely heavy along the way. Fortunately, they were not attacked by any beasts. Finally, before dark, the two walked out of the woods.

  Standing on the top of the mountain, a barely prosperous town appeared.

  Sure enough, when entering the town, Roger was interrogated, but John came forward to guarantee that the patrol did not ask Roger too much, but asked about the blood on John's body.

  John cried bitterly and recounted the matter briefly.

   "Poor little Jenny."

  The people around are looking sympathetic.

   "I was so careless, how can I let the child go into the depths of the woods alone?"

  In regret, there was a reproach or two.

   "What a poor child, he looks ugly, and his fate is so miserable."

  There was an old woman with gray hair and sighed.

   "That's good, she's like that, she will suffer more when she grows up."

  Hearing this sentence, Roger couldn't help but pay more attention to it. When the people around saw Roger's face, they all asked a few words in a low voice.

  Hearing the introduction of the sheriff, the alert in his eyes faded slightly.

   "Let's go, Geralt, let's go home."

  John dragged his tired body to his house.

  The surrounding environment looks very backward, roughly equivalent to the European countryside around the 17th and 18th centuries.

  Although it is night, it can still be seen that the residents of the town are in a good state of mind~www.NovelMTL.com~ The clothes are also more decent. By contrast, John's clothes are a bit shabby.

  Things are indeed as Roger guessed. John’s house is not on the main street in the center of the town, but near the edge.

  The small house environment there is also slightly dilapidated.

  John knocked on the door, but no one responded for a long time. His heart was irritable, and the knocking force couldn't help but become stronger.

"I'm coming!"

  A woman's voice came from the room, and the door opened with a click, and a woman with heavy makeup poked her head out.

  She was sprinkled with inferior pollen on her body, with a pungent aroma, and a thick layer on her face, but the original color under her neck was still the original color, and the clear dividing line seemed a bit ridiculous.

  As soon as the door opened, the woman couldn’t wait to ask: "How is it going?"

  Before speaking, she noticed Roger standing beside John.

  John's face became stiff, and he stepped forward and pushed the woman into the house.

  He turned his head and forced a smile at Roger.

   "Today is the child's birthday. We were supposed to celebrate together."

   "But now..."

  There was a trace of clarity on Roger's face, but some doubts arose in his heart.