Demon Hunter and His Hut

In the beginning, Roger originally planned to choose the fragment of the Shadow Gate in the hands of the Black Soul.

The silver manuscript in the hands of the Paladin is indeed very precious, perhaps for the real Mr. Mist, that thing is necessary.

But Roger is not a mist after all.

The hunter's hut is in the shadow world. If you get the fragments of the shadow door and combine the two, Roger is likely to use the shadow world around the hut as a springboard to explore a wider area.

But in an instant he thought of another question.

The abandoned shadow gate of the Lietta family manor may not be a secret, and it is very likely that this inadvertent choice will reveal some of his own information.

if it is like this. Roger would rather take the second place.

At least the silver manuscript can be handed to the hunter's cabin.

But now he thinks about it and feels that everything seems to be a conspiracy.

The Paladin took out the silver manuscript, which contained a whole small world.

If it is the fog, he will definitely choose the silver manuscript, which makes a seemingly random trade fair, the result of which is doomed before it starts.

Roger carefully sorted out what he had done, and deliberated where there might be flaws, but he did it several times. The conclusion he finally reached was only a rough guess.

Araham's inaction does not mean that he has given up the pale blood. It is more likely that he has found other ways to obtain the pale blood.

The mysterious fog may be difficult to find, but if it is replaced by someone else, the result is not necessarily.

If you speculate according to this line of thinking, Araham’s choice is instead the best choice.

First, he doesn't need to look for treasures enough to impress Roger, and second, he doesn't need to face the mysterious Mr. Mist to trade.

He just needs to hibernate and hibernate quietly, and then wait for the transaction to be completed, and then expose his fangs and deliver a fatal blow.

Compared to the mysterious mist, the other members are obviously much easier to deal with.

"Since he has locked the Paladin, then on the day of the transaction..."

Roger had an idea in his heart. He had a hunch that Araham would definitely appear on the day of the transaction!

After thinking about this level, Roger suddenly became more at ease.

A powerful enemy is not terrible, but an unknown enemy is terrible.

What Roger didn't know was that Araham, who had finished the ceremony, fell into contemplation somewhere far away.

"Mr. Mist, you may be really powerful, but even if I can't kill you, I will make you trouble."

A faint pain flashed across his face.

Others don't have much impression of the pale blood in that lantern.

But that thing originated from his own body. Although it was just a quick glance, Araham could still tell it.

The pale blood in the lantern shrank a little.

It goes without saying where the contents went.

"These greedy guys all want to have my pale blood, and I will make you pay the price!"

Without having to do it himself, Araham thought of a wonderful way. If all goes well, everyone, even the mysterious fog, will pay the price.

…………

Night.

There were chaotic footsteps in the dark alley, and moonlight reflected on the face of the figure in the alley.

"I'm hiding so secretly, how can anyone find me?"

"There is not even a supernatural creature in this town. How could it be? How could the people of the Knights investigate this place?"

"Fuck!"

He ran wildly, and the soles of his shoes hit the ground with a crisp sound, which spread far and wide in the dark.

But when he ran, the man found an abnormality. This familiar alley seemed to have no end. When he looked back, a figure flashed around the corner.

"You can't escape."

"Have you heard of the endless corridor?"

"Even if you run till dawn, you can't get out of this alley."

The figure walked out of the darkness. It was a young man with a slightly round face. His eyes were small, and his smile narrowed into a slit, but at this time he would never think of kindness and kindness.

There was fierce murder in his eyes.

"It's a pity that you can't wait for dawn."

"You souls from other worlds are like worms, which makes people feel sick!"

"Haha!"

Knowing that he could not leave, the man fortunately stopped running away. He laughed wildly, his expression full of madness.

"Do you think I'm sick?"

"The so-called Knights of the Round Table, how much is the difference between your inheritance ceremony and what we did?"

The man looked at the fat young man opposite, "Patting his chest and saying, are you using your own body?"

The young man shook his head.

"Different."

"We are to maintain stability, and you are just to survive."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man flashed and appeared in front of the opposite man, his fist was full of steel-like color, and the air exploded and slammed his fist!

The battle started suddenly and ended quickly.

Soon after, a voice came from the end of the passage, and the seemingly endless alleys did not know when they had returned to normal.

"Boss, how is your side?"

"That worm caught..."

The round-faced young man called Bowes turned his head, his peaceful face was covered with blood.

"Sorry, his reaction was so violent, I couldn't hold my hand for a while."

"forget it."

"It's just a pest."

"Clean up, let's go back quickly, Mr. Lancelot has other tasks assigned to us."

"It's strange to say that these pests are very careful. They are like rats in the sewers. They can't kill them. But this time, I don't know where Mr. Lancelot got the information. They can accurately identify so many people. Activity area."

"This is the easiest rat trap I have ever experienced."

"It won't be long before this continues. We will kill all the pests in Europe."

The round-faced young man Bows did not make a sound, but indifferently wiped the blood stains off his hands.

"Where is the next one?"

He clenched his fist and said.

At the same time, Lancelot, who was far away in Wudu, dialed the phone in his hand, "The information you provided is very accurate, which makes me have to suspect that you belong to them."

"Next, where is the next goal?"

Lancelot asked.

As the most powerful heritage knight of the Knights of the Round Table, his main task is to clean up the so-called pests that lurk among ordinary people.

Those visitors from other worlds.

But such a bumper harvest has never happened in recent days.

Therefore, he received a lot of praise from Green. Although he did not say it clearly, his words revealed some information about letting Lancelot take over as the next commander.

Because of this ~www.NovelMTL.com~Lancelot ignored some of the possible pitfalls.

Fortunately, no accidents happened.

However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this, and still maintained his guard against the information provider.

"If you just intend to use us to deal with certain people, you'd better do it clean and don't let me grab your handle." Lancelot warned.

"Hehe."

A sneer came across.

"You did a good job, so I disturb you to give you a big fish."

"Wait for my news." After speaking, the other side hung up the phone.

Not long after, the technician tracking the phone information came to Lancelot, "I'm sorry, sir, the caller has been found."

"It's just that that person died three days ago."