Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 "Boom!"

　　 At this moment, a cloud of blue mist suddenly burst out around the figure that fell on the ground, but in an instant, thick smoke enveloped most of the room.

　　噗!

　　 The bullet seemed to hit something hard, and then there was a crashing sound by the window not far away.

　　 As the glass shattered, something seemed to break through the window and fell to the ground.

　　 Henrik had stood up, he didn't even aim, the muscles of his arm jerked, and he fired two shots in a row.

　　 Click!

　　 The sound of the collision made Henrik's face change. He obviously didn't hit the real target.

Roar!

　　 Along with the smelly roar, Henrik's pupils shrank slightly, and half of the bookshelf in the blue smoke smashed towards him.

　　 Henrik flashed to one side quickly, even in the dodge, he still did not forget to fire two shots, sealing the empty space around the bookshelf.

　　 Accompanied by the crackling sound of the plank breaking, a figure rushed out at an extremely fast speed, but his target was not Henrik, who was still evading to one side, but the doorway opened not far away.

　　 and Roger standing at the door!

　　 All this happened so fast, from Roger entering the house to the figure whistling towards him, only a few seconds passed before and after Roger did not even react.

　　 Seeing someone rushing in front of him, he subconsciously drew out the short knife, not to block, but to put on an offensive posture!

　　 A stab with great lethality in the wizard's short sword technique.

　　 uses the body forward, exerts force from the thigh and waist, and sends the short knife into the opponent's heart at a very fast speed!

　　 Roger couldn't see the opponent's appearance in the dark, but saw a pair of beast-like pupils in the sparkle.

　　 But at this moment, a loud roar came.

　　 "Go away!"

　　 "Quickly go away!!"

　　 There was a flower in front of his eyes, the afterimage flashed by, and when he heard Henrik's voice, Roger had no time to think, the short knife in his hand was too late to change his move, his body rotated and the short knife dragged in the air.

　　 In the next second, a violent force passed down the blade!

　　 collapse!

　　 Click!

　　 The short knife in his hand cracked, and Roger flew out like a scarecrow, slamming his body against the distant wall.

　　 "What kind of monster is this?!"

　　 Roger was frightened in a cold sweat. At that moment, he just subconsciously obeyed the instinct of the body.

　　 If the reaction is a little slow, or his judgment is wrong, then Roger is already a corpse at this time.

　　 The current Roger is more than a star and a half stronger than when he was on the island, but even so, he was almost killed in a flash.

　　 Besides, the opponent was shot by Henrik just now.

"How are you?!"

　　 Henrik shouted.

　　 "It's a little loose."

　　 Before Roger finished speaking, he saw Henrik clenching his pistol and following him.

　　 just hesitated for a moment, and Roger gritted his teeth and followed closely.

　　 rushed down from the second floor, Henrik saw Roger following behind him, his expression changed, "What are you doing with you, do you mess with it?"

　　 "I won't follow you, what should I do if the monster turns the tiger away from the mountain and kills me when I turn around?!"

　　 Roger murmured in an angry voice.

　　 "WTF!"

　　 "Why are you so afraid of death?"

　　 "Only one fate, aren't you afraid?" No matter what Henrik said, Roger made up his mind to follow him.

　　 There are a lot of people who have been transferred to death in the previous life movies. Roger thinks it is better to be more cautious.

　　 Today, this monster is really strong, but Roger felt that as long as he gave himself a little time to improve his physical fitness and fighting skills, the next time he faced off, he might decide who would die.

　　 "If you can keep up, follow you!"

　　 Henrik said angrily, speeding up.

　　 A few minutes later, looking at the empty and quiet street, Henrik stopped helplessly.

　　 "Something cunning, it's almost!"

　　 "Can't catch up, that guy ran away."

　　 "Let's go back."

　　 Not long after, the two returned to the manor again.

　　 Sherman’s manor is relatively remote, there are no other residents around, and Henrik’s muzzle is equipped with a muffler, so when they return to the manor, everything that happened here is still unknown to the outside world.

　　 A big hole broke through the window, and the snow-white curtains were dragged by the night wind and floated in the air, looking like a ghost from a distance.

　　 Roger only noticed the smell of blood in the room at this time.

　　 Next to the desk near the fireplace, Sherman's right hand was propped on the table, the dagger in his hand ran through his neck, and the blood dripped down his chest, condensed into a large pool on the ground.

　　 He opened his eyes wide in horror, his eyes filled with doubts, surprise and despair before he died.

　　 "He was killed during the attack?" Roger was a little unsure.

　　 "But the look in his eyes... doesn't make sense."

　　 "What can't make sense?"

　　 Henrik found a hidden compartment behind the fallen bookshelf, and drew a few hands from it. Roger's gaze swept over and noticed the striking triangle mark on the title page.

　　 "Sure enough, it is the fellow of the Three Holy Spirits. It seems that they are fighting together again."

　　 Henrik rummaged in his hand stab.

　　 "I found it, it really is him."

　　 He handed a piece of paper to Roger, "Remember, do you have any impression?"

　　 Roger looked at the symbols and words on it, and he was a little undecided for a while. He just glanced at it quickly, and the flame burned most of it.

"I am not sure."

　　 Henrik analyzes the ceremony at hand ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ what is the specific situation, try tomorrow and you will know. "

"try what?"

　　 Roger asked.

　　 Henrik smiled, but did not answer.

　　 "Clean up the traces we left, and leave the rest to the police."

　　 "Give it to the police?"

　　 "How about it?" Henrik yawned.

　　 "Fortunately, there are no other people in this house, otherwise our trouble will be big."

　　 erased some unnecessary traces, and the two returned to leave the manor on the same route. After this tossing, most of the night has passed.

　　 Until he lay down on the bed, Roger still felt a little weird.

　　 He always wanted to find a chance to get close to Sherman, and then find out the truth of the matter, but the sudden turn made it difficult for Roger to accept.

　　 Various signs indicate that Sherman was the master of the beast attack, and he is now dead, it seems that everything is over.

　　 What about the mysterious person tonight?

　　 is Sherman’s associate...

still is?

　　 Roger was shocked, and suddenly sat up from the bed.

　　 Ivy?

　　 "Is that woman so strong?!"

　　 Fortunately, Henrik was with him tonight. If he sneaked into Sherman's manor by himself, hehe, it would be a lot of fun.

　　 His heart was ups and downs, he didn't continue to meditate, all kinds of thoughts were intertwined in his mind, and Roger fell asleep in a daze.

　　 Early the next morning, Andrine knocked on Roger's door, and she handed Roger some paper money.

　　 "You go to the restaurant on the street to eat in a while, I have something to do, I can't see you off."

　　 Andrin urged a few words and then left in a hurry. Looking at the direction, it seemed that she was planning to go to Sherman's manor.