Demon Hunter and His Hut

Lancelot likes to be quiet.

Especially enjoying the feeling of a person standing on a high place overlooking the earth, which gives him the illusion that everything is under control.

It's just that a lot of recent things have been out of his grasp, especially the action under the Barron Tower last time. Although Gawain's interference was eliminated, he was also condemned for the failure of this action.

It is not difficult to see this alienation from Green's attitude.

He tapped the button on the table lightly.

At this time, he desperately wanted to taste the absinthe, but after the bell rang, there was no response for a long time. When Lancelot was a little impatient, the door was pushed open without warning.

A familiar voice sounded.

"Tsk tsk, the famous first knight, there is no one to accompany him to drink."

"It's so bleak."

Lancelot turned his head abruptly, his eyes like frozen frost.

"Gavin!?"

Gawain threw out an unopened bottle of absinthe, but when the bottle was just flying, it was wrapped in a sudden breath, and when it landed, it had become a lump of ice.

"What are you doing here?!"

Lancelot asked coldly.

"Let's take a look at my biggest competitor."

Gao Wen found a chair casually and sat down, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if he really came to see a friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Lancelot clenched his fists, his body was covered with a layer of frost, and when the sunlight outside the window penetrated the glass and shone on him, it seemed to put him in an armor.

It was noon.

In this case, it is almost impossible to defeat Gawain.

As if not aware of the agitation on Lancelot, Gawain said casually: "Do you think I am your biggest obstacle?"

Gawain smiled.

"Even if you catch me, will you definitely be a candidate for team leader?"

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"I think you know better than anyone. The biggest obstacle in front of you right now is not me, but Bedwell."

"He is the oldest inheritance knight among all of us, and he served in the Knights even before Green became the commander."

"Similarly, he has been cautiously carrying on the inheritance the fewest times."

"I think you should know what this means."

"He discovered and prevented the arrival of the Dark Black Deer King Kernnon and the headless knight Rams. Although it seems not as dazzling as ours, the actual combat effectiveness is not bad."

Gawain knocked on the table lightly.

"In this case, if you were Green, who would you choose?"

Lancelot's breathing became rapid.

Of course he understands this truth, but just keeps evading it.

"You want to confuse me?"

Lancelot roared like a dragon in his throat, and he felt that Gawain was fooling himself, which made him feel that he was insulted, not from the level of strength, but from the mind.

"I know what you think, you want me to help you create chaos and reduce the power of the Knight Order, so as to achieve your goal!"

Lancelot took a few deep breaths, regaining his composure.

"Did you get out yourself obediently, or let me drive you out?"

He sneered, "I may not be able to keep you, but if I want, I can make you pay some price!"

Gao Wen stood up wisely.

"Don't do it, I'll go right away."

He spread out his palms.

"I just made a small comment."

He shook his head, "But unfortunately, you disappointed me too much."

"Dear Lancelot, what you can get depends on what you are willing to give."

"The price of freedom is very precious."

"I don't want to give anything, I just want to wait for others' gifts..."

Gao Ren's body slowly moved back. He stood at the door with an elusive smile on his face.

"No matter how strong it is, it's just a dog on a chain."

Before Lancelot got angry, he jumped down from the side window.

"Boom!"

A roar came, the floor at the door burst, and the spread of frost almost sealed the entire door.

Lancelot had a sullen face, and when he walked to the door, he found that Gawain had been lost outside.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Knowing that this is a trap, would you still jump in?" Lancelot had a sarcasm smile, but his eyes drifted away, obviously his brain was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

A thought took root in his mind.

"If Bedwell is also dead, then I will become the only candidate for leader by an overwhelming advantage!"

"No, I can't be fooled by Gawain!"

Lancelot muttered to himself.

"Once such a thing is discovered..."

"Why was it discovered by others? If it is done more secretly, the design is more tortuous."

"Not against Bedwell, but against some people around him..."

A vicious thought slowly formed in his mind. Lancelot knew the consequences of doing so, but he could not help but want to analyze it.

Even... to practice!

On the other hand, Gawain, who had left Lancelot, had a relaxed look. Of course he knew that Lancelot could not be confused with a few words, but even so, Gawain was still willing to give it a try.

Lancelot looked aloof, but in fact he was a little indecisive. Certain characteristics in his bloodline made him easily disturbed by emotions.

In fact, there are really not many choices left to him.

Even if he doesn't do anything now, once this idea is planted, then when the time is right, he can't help but do something.

At the same time, Roger, who returned to Dublin, received a message from the Knights that Tamara officially took over the Elder area. He didn't even need to make a handover and was sent directly to Poland.

Take office immediately.

Roger didn't want to meet Tamara at first. After receiving the news, he simply cleaned up and left Elder.

Poland is a city in Central Europe. Most of the place names in this world are very different from Roger's memory. It is rare to see a place with the same name as a country in the previous life.

Compared with the Poland that Roger remembers, Poland in this world is a bit larger. Because of the casualties, the Knights are seriously inadequate, which gave the other two forces a chance to join the management.

The Poland where Roger went to was once under the jurisdiction of the Nature Association. Among the three powers, the Knights of the Round Table was initially in a dominant position, mainly responsible for important European cities.

Some places like the central and remote areas are handed over to the Nature Association and the Warlock Assembly Hall to take care of them.

According to the regulations, Roger can take part of his manpower to Poland, but Bedwell, who he plays, is a recluse. He has always been alone and naturally has no influence.

As for Elder, the original power was broken up, and then he followed the Jahris brothers and Tristan to other areas.

Roger didn't want to bother, and rejected the decision to dispatch from the headquarters, and set off to Poland alone.

In his previous life, the game of Wizard was adapted from Polish fantasy novels, so Roger also had some special feelings for this city he had never met before.

The capital of Poland is Warsaw, but the place Roger is going to is not there, but in the northeast of the country. Going further north, crossing a section of mountains will approach another part of Europe.

The jungle is dense and inaccessible, and the whole of Europe is vast and sparsely populated. Many extraordinary forces have enough space and areas to arrange.

After arriving at the designated place, a related person received Roger and sent him all the way to the headquarters of the Nature Association once set up in Poland.

Roger is wearing a brand that represents his identity issued by the Knights of the Round Table. When he rides a carriage and the vehicle breaks into the forest, the surrounding scenery changes rapidly.

It didn't take long before the window returned to normal. Rows of sturdy white brocade trees were standing on both sides. At the end of the road, a white woman in a green robe was standing there.

Behind her are two rows of extraordinary people wearing the same costumes.

Their clothes are similar, but there are subtle differences in the specific patterns. They are all based on green, but the clothes standing on the left are printed with vine-like twigs.

On the right, you can see the feathers and teeth of the beast's claws, as well as a bit of vegetation.

This represents the two major components of the Nature Association.

Wizards and druids.

The carriage came to a halt slowly.

"Mr. Bedwell, the Polish headquarters welcomes you."

The white woman who stood in the first step stepped forward and said loudly.

Roger got out of the carriage and looked at the other party.

A European woman with an ordinary appearance, tall and big, with thick eyebrows, firm and piercing eyes.

The wide robe can't conceal the ups and downs of her figure.

Roger took his gaze back after just a glance.

"Ms. Hana, nice to meet you."

Roger nodded. Before he came, this Hana had been the person in charge here, and he was also a Tier 3 transcendent.

That is, the full moon witch.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Roger suddenly remembered when he first entered Bordeaux.

At that time, he was still struggling to enter the transcendence, and the full-moon-level Cassandra was almost an existence that could only be looked up to.

But now.

His eyes swept over.

Hana, who is also Tier 3, can only lower her head, both Tier 3, but the gap between them is also huge.

This level of third-order, unless the number is large enough, or the abilities are weird, and they cooperate with each other, it really can't bring too much trouble to Roger.

"Welcome, Mr. Bedwell, I used to be the person in charge here. Although you should have read the relevant information, I think it is necessary to introduce you to the combat power distribution of the Polish headquarters."

Because of Roger's arrival, Hana took a back seat, but the woman's face did not show any dissatisfaction.

The Knights of the Round Table is well-known. In the past 100 years of rule, many extraordinary people have challenged them, but most of them have failed.

The Knights of the Round Table does have its strengths.

If the strength of the warlock assembly is manifested at the individual level, then the Knights of the Round Table is manifested in more specific combat effectiveness.

Their level of strength may be a bit worse than that of the Warlock Assembly, but in real battles, actual combat performance can often determine a lot of things.

"no need."

Roger waved his hand indifferently, his gaze swept across everyone's faces, and in the next second, he activated the power on the Sun Sword.

The powerful fire attribute energy enveloped the surroundings, and everyone felt as if they were in a furnace. This sudden oppression caused a brief panic on the scene.

But in the next second, the powerful force retracted into the body, everyone raised their heads and looked at Roger in amazement.

"I already understand."

The feedback in the moment just now was enough for Roger to find out the level of everyone's strength.

Unexpectedly, Hana standing next to him was stronger than he thought, and the energy fluctuations were probably at the same level as Gahris.

"Sir, you are like this..."

A faint dissatisfaction flashed across Hanna's face, but Roger's words immediately dispelled all her worries.

"I have no interest in managing others. If you have ever known me, you must know that I am used to being alone."

"From now on, I will leave things to you to deal with. Don't bother me with the messy things."

Roger walked forward.

"If something goes wrong, I will only find you."

Hannah brows her eyebrows, suppressing the surprise on her face, but she still shirks:

"How can this be, after all, you are the person in charge here..."

"you are not willing?"

Roger turned his head and glanced at Hannah, then his eyes fell on a druid, a woman with a plump body and a beautiful face.

Her eyes were raised slightly, and the desire of a beast was flowing in her eyes, which was unforgettable at first sight.

"Since you don't want to, then she will come."

Hana's smile froze on her face.

"Mr. Bedwell, you..."

"Oh?"

Roger stopped, "Do you have an opinion?"

"me……"

"Nothing is fine."

He looked at the plump woman, "What's your name?"

"Rachel, sir."

The woman replied.

"Can you do it well?"

"Please rest assured, I promise to satisfy you."

The woman bit her red lips, her eyes flowed, her gaze swept across Roger's face.

"Haha."

Roger let out a hearty laugh.

"Take me to where I live, and you can arrange the rest."

"Do not worry."

The woman nodded.

The Nature Association is at the bottom of the three powers, not because their comprehensive strength is too weak, but because the members of the Nature Association are mixed.

The internal druids and wizards are in separate camps~www.NovelMTL.com~ Take today’s reception as an example, the two forces are divided into two rows.

And Roger chose this woman, of course not because of her body...her beauty.

But because of strength.

This woman hides very deeply. It is estimated that the real combat power should not be much different from that of Hana, and she also has the support of a force behind her.

As for whether the two forces will have conflicts due to conflicts, that is not what Roger needs to consider.

To be honest, he didn't have the mind to deal with these messy things. Once he found the time, he planned to get rid of this identity and do what he should do.

At the end of the road is a high mountain, on the top of the mountain there is an old castle built on the mountain.

The quaint architecture and the majesty of the mountain are perfectly blended together. Roger looked up at the smoke from the top of the mountain with a smile on his face.

"I like it here."