Demon Hunter and His Hut

  Roger left.

  But after he left, the foreign spirits seemed to have just entered a climax, and everyone was talking about it, guessing the source of the pale blood in Roger's hand.

   also speculated about Roger's specific strength.

   "The fourth order is at least the fourth order."

   "In order to obtain pale blood, he can only kill a Tier 4 with his own hands. Seeing his performance as if he has not suffered any injuries, he can infer that his own combat effectiveness must have reached the high level of Tier 4."

   "You must know that even if the supernatural creatures above level 4 can be defeated, they are difficult to kill. They have too many ways to escape and recover."

   Nailhead said with some excitement.

   "Not necessarily." Araham interrupted.

   "Although it is very difficult to obtain pale blood, this does not mean that there is no other way. The amount of pale blood just taken out by the mist is very small, and it should not come from a complete fourth-order transcendent."

  Araham carefully concealed his emotions and could not be discovered by anyone, otherwise the price of that pale blood would exceed the limit he could bear.

  Yes, Roger proposed a deal not long ago.

  Everyone can exchange the items in their hands for pale blood, or provide the correct method of using pale blood. No matter which kind, Roger promised to give the corresponding reward.

  As for what the reward is.

  Roger said he did not know.

  In short, draw the pie first, adjust the appetite first, and talk about the rest later.

  Actually, Roger’s only target for the pale blood was Araham.

   Seeing this thing, it is impossible for Araham not to be unmoved, so in the next period of time Araham’s attention will be completely shifted to the non-existent identity of Mist.

  Or in exchange for the pale blood in Roger's hands. Araham needs to rack his brains to collect precious materials for trading.

  Either one of them will help Roger buy some time.

  For Roger, time is the most important thing.

  If you give him a year of growth. When facing Araham, Roger believed that he could squeeze him to death with one hand!

  If Roger had the current strength, he might be able to take advantage of Araham's weakest time to completely solve this problem.

  But this situation is also very beneficial to Roger.

   "Is it so easy to extract pale blood?"

  The head of the nail squinted at Araham.

   "Soul Eater, you did not attend the last meeting. It is not at all clear how powerful this mister is. He should have mastered a huge fragment of the world."

   "There are terrible creatures in that world that make people feel desperate just by looking at their size."

"Moreover……"

  Speaking of this, he suddenly closed his mouth.

  "Some people learned a lesson because they offended Mr. Mist last time. You can ask about it, or..."

  He glanced at Araham maliciously.

   "You are Mr. Mist's next goal."

  After speaking, he smiled coldly.

   "Don't talk nonsense behind your back." Black Soul said leisurely.

  "Mr. Mist is very measured. For the strong, abiding by the rules is a virtue."

  "I recently obtained a powerful alchemy formula, which gave me a lot of inspiration. With this pale blood, I might be able to find the key to promotion to Tier 4."

  Black Soul's voice raised.

   "So I am determined to get this thing!"

   "Haha!" The Paladin smiled.

   "No one is willing to give in to real treasures. It's a coincidence that I just need this thing too!"

  The paladin leaned forward and stared at the black soul sitting opposite.

   "Does anyone still want this thing?" Black Soul raised his voice.

   "What do you mean?" The people around replied in a frantic voice.

   "Then we will have our own abilities."

  He left a word coldly, and his body disappeared in the meeting.

   "There is no need for everyone to fight. It is Mr. Mist who really has the final decision. The preciousness of things is one aspect, and the more important thing is the need!"

  "What do the fourth-tier or even the fifth-tier transcendents need?" Someone gave a wry smile.

   "That's too difficult."

   "That's why we need to pay more attention."

  The Paladin smiled, "I'm going to prepare, see you next time, everyone!"

  After speaking, the figure disappeared in place.

  Arahan clenched his fists tightly, everyone's determination made him frown, but he could not do anything about it. The most difficult thing was that he was alone now, and all the treasures accumulated over the years were left in New Moon City.

"damn it!"

   "Did the kid and the two idiots be killed by the fog?"

  A person hiding in the fragments of the world, leaving Araham at a loss.

   "Things are mine, no one can take them away!"

  A trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and Araham quickly calculated.

  At the end of the ceremony, Roger took off his disguise and put it into the storage box along with the lantern full of pale blood.

  He has not studied Pale Blood. What he is waiting for is this day. With all the time he has gained, Roger should be able to raise his strength to a higher level again.

  If you can get the horns of the deer head and complete the dream trial before this, then you will be more confident when facing Araham.

  Combining the existing resources at hand, Roger secretly planned.

   "It's still too thin, I need some outside support."

  "The Hunters' Guild of Menia..."

   "Or the Knights of the Round Table?"

  Roger's eyes lit up.

  Leaving the mist hut, Roger returned to the real world and did not continue to practice. When he was about to rest, there was a knock on the door.

   "Gewei."

  The girl's expression was dim, and the changes that happened to Grace made her unacceptable.

  Roger sighed.

   "Need a chat?"

   "Or have a drink."

   Gewei raised her head, "I choose the latter."

  Out of the room, Roger took Gewei to the living room downstairs. In the room, Roger was decorated in a retro style. Sitting on the sofa, Roger filled the empty cup in front of Gewei.

  At the same time, in another manor, Henrik and Crodia were applauding for love.

  What is unusual is ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Henrik has been bleeding throughout the whole process.

   "What set of actions is this?"

  Henrik calculated silently. In the past few days, he felt as if he had come to heaven, and every moment with Crodia was fresh.

  This woman has infinite magical powers, and it is not an exaggeration to be called the Variety Witch.

  Of course there are thorns in her body.

  The battle is over, Henrik Mingjin retreats, lying on the bed exhausted.

  Crodia was radiant and radiant.

   "Let's do that today, we will have a long time in Japan."

  Henrik turned over and fell asleep deeply, in a daze, he felt that someone was leaning over.

  Happiness is nothing but this.

  In the early morning of the second day, Roger walked out of the room. On the sofa in the living room, Gewei was still asleep.

  But at this moment, he suddenly heard Henrik's scream from the manor in the distance.

   "Shit!"

   "Damn Dirio, fk!"

   "What are you doing in my quilt!?"

   Thinking of that picture, Roger smiled unkindly.