Demon Hunter and His Hut

Then I take it seriously! "

Hathaway grinned.

"Did you know? Gwent cards have now become a skill, or knowledge, that all psychics must learn."

"I really don't know how you did it in the first place, because everyone thinks that this thing can't be researched with the wisdom of one person at all."

"Henrik told me about you. He said that your appearance will change the current life of demon hunters. My mother said that she had never seen Henrik take a matter so seriously."

"I think you should probably promote the Gwent card to the entire group of demon hunters." Hathaway suggested.

"The Demon Hunter and Gwent Card..."

"This is really a good idea."

Roger smiled.

"I should be able to help in this regard." Hathaway offered to ask.

"Okay." Roger nodded.

Energetic demon hunters, mostly female psychics, then come into contact with each other on the grounds of playing cards.

Hitting...

Roger can almost think of the final result.

In other words, is this really learning or welfare?

After chatting for a few words, the two separated, Hathaway continued to stay outside the hall, and Roger entered the fairy tale manuscript.

After a period of adaptation, it was time for the first batch of demon hunters to pass on.

Hearing that Roger had built Kyle Morhan, Gewei planned to take the tribe to move there.

The inheritance school experience is much simpler than imagined.

Roger planted the inheritance seeds of the cat school into everyone's mind. In order to avoid accidents, he has been watching everyone's reactions.

As the time passed, Roger followed the Jackdaw Sword to practice swordsmanship during the day and returned to the training base at night.

While guiding, while observing the progress of the trial of grass.

In fact, this trial of grass is more important than the last.

Those who participate in the trial are ordinary people, and the problems they face are the ones that need to be solved most.

Six days later.

Gewei's people began to practice officially, and the grass trial of Ingmar and others has also ended.

A name appeared on the blank stone tablet.

Luther Wiki.

A total of 7 people participated in the trial.

"It's not you Henrik, we tried our best."

Roger could see that Henrik, who seemed nervous, was very concerned about the result.

"I know."

"If this probability is announced, other extraordinary forces will go crazy."

"How many of them?"

Roger asked.

"Ingmar ran to drink, and Lawrence grew new arms. He said he needs to get used to it. As for the rest, he said he wanted to vent his strong energy."

Roger opened the notice panel and wanted to raise the hunter base to the next level. A hundred ordinary hunters would normally be needed.

But at this time in the progress bar on the notice panel, the previous number has jumped from 25 to 60!

After Gewei's clansmen finished their genre inheritance, their strengths have been greatly improved, plus the six successful demon hunters, according to Roger's guess, the progress should be around forty.

In other words, the remaining promotion comes entirely from Higurashi Chika.

Relatively speaking, the hunter base is also more inclined to the elite route.

The matter of the Hunter Base came to an end, and the rest was left to Henrik and others to develop steadily. Roger could finally focus all his attention on the practice of swordsmanship.

Yata Kenkaku left Hanchuan to deal with the mess left by the Ishii family in the desert, and soon the Yata celebrities were dispatched by the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Roger's life has become simple and boring.

Practice became his all.

He has never devoted himself to learning as much as he has done recently.

He even forgot his purpose and the hidden intentions of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

One is willing to teach and the other is willing to learn.

Time passed day by day.

One day, as usual, Roger was rehearsing the swordsmanship inheritance selected for him by the hunter's cabin on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly an old voice came.

"Roger, how long have you been in Samurai?"

"how long?"

Roger blankly stopped the movement in his hand, when he suddenly noticed that a little scent of scent penetrated into his nose.

Looking sideways, the cherry tree wrapped in buds not long ago is now fully stretched, and clusters of flowers are in full bloom on the branches.

Under the cherry tree, a thin old man leaned against the rough tree trunk and poured the wine in his glass into his throat.

Roger was slightly lost.

The wide robe covers his body, making the Jackdaw Sword Master seem a bit ridiculous at this time.

He is thinner and older.

Correspondingly, the eyes of the Jackdaw Sword Master were horribly bright.

Roger didn't even dare to look at him, as there seemed to be sharp sword light piercing through his eyes.

Roger retracted his gaze.

"Has the cherry blossoms bloomed?"

He sighed. During the recent period, he felt that there was no sun or moon in the mountains. He met with the Jackdaw Sword Master regularly every day, and then started his swordsmanship practice under his guidance.

Because every day we meet, the changes in the Jackdaw Sword Master's body are not so obvious. At this time, out of this state, Roger noticed the passage of time.

"Ninety-nine days."

"This is the ninety-ninth day you have guided me."

Roger replied.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, at least the benefits he gets in front of him are obvious. As a teacher, the Jackdaw Sword Master is qualified.

"Let's stop here."

The Jackdaw Sword Master said softly, he leaned his skinny back against the cherry blossom tree, and it seemed that sitting only took a lot of his energy.

The beauty of the cherry blossoms reflects the decline of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

A life has come to an end, and a life is flourishing.

Roger was taken aback for a moment. Today's time is far from over.

"You should go down the mountain."

Jackdaw Architecture said again.

"Ninety-nine days, thirty-three kinds of inheritance!"

"To be honest, I was really surprised."

The Jackdaw Sword Master showed a relieved smile.

Roger didn't answer. He knew that part of this was due to the heart of the sword, and part was the guidance of the hunter's cabin, and at the same time there was aura staying.

[Aura Residency] The power of the demon hunter cannot be separated from the practice of swordsmanship, and in addition to the inherent experience in the practice of swordsmanship, personal unique insights are also indispensable.

The perception of an ordinary demon hunter is just a moment of shock, but these accumulated auras can be retained and become the driving force for comprehending the new sword seal when needed.

Work hard to gain more experience in swordsmanship practice and understanding of the rules of power, and use the aura from other demon hunters to complete the practice of the mountain trial.

This is the real reason why Roger completed the thirty-three types of swordsmanship in a short period of time.

For nearly three months, Henrik and Amanda did not waste it in vain, and now the next upgrade of the Demon Hunter Base is not far away.

"The study is over?"

According to the Jackdaw Sword Master, imitation is only the first stage.

"Of course not, but you have more important things to do."

"In addition, the second stage of cracking can not be completed by practice and sitting down."

"You need to fight."

"the most important is……"

He sighed.

"My time is running out."

Roger was silent.

The Jackdaw Sword Master waved his hand tiredly.

"Go to Dohir Morita and he will tell you what to do."

The Jackdaw Sword Master laughed, "I hope I will be alive when you come back next time."

"Will."

Roger lowered his head.

To be honest, Roger's emotions are very complicated when facing the Jackdaw Sword Master.

The two did not have the feeling of mentoring and apprenticeship, but they had the truth of mentoring and apprenticeship. As a top powerhouse, whether it was the mind, nature, wrist strength or even personality charm, they were the best among the extraordinary people Roger had encountered so far.

Compared with the Jackdaw Sword Master, both Green and Lilith looked small and embarrassed.

The purpose of the Jackdaw Sword Master is very clear, to live long.

There is no so-called stalwart, and there is no so-called justice. His starting point is selfish, but for the ultimate goal, he will not resort to any means.

It's not because it can't.

But because of disdain.

The Jackdaw Sword Master did not choose the path of the Tengu Shrine, perhaps not because he felt sentimental for the benefit of ordinary people, but more, perhaps because of his inner pride.

Compared with such pride, the arrogance of Anzhai is useless.

Deep down in his heart, Roger very much hoped that the Jackdaw Sword Master could succeed. He wanted to know if such a talented and proud powerhouse could live longer.

What kind of brilliance can be created?

He was really looking forward to it.

Even deep in his heart, Roger hoped that all this was just his own worry.

When he came to the Black Tower, Roger remembered that when he was practicing swordsmanship recently, he used an iron sword that the Jackdaw Sword Master casually found.

Last time I handed the Sword of Fate to Dohiro Morita, I forgot to take it back.

Under the leadership of the guards, Roger came to Morita Dohir's room.

There was no one in the room. He sat under the tree and waited for a long time before seeing Morita Michihiro walk in happily.

Compared with the last time we met, Morita Dohiro's mental state has undergone some changes. His eyes are full of vigor, and the vigor in his eyes even exceeds that of most young people.

In addition, his strength has taken a big step forward.

"Can iron strike improve strength?"

Roger thought silently.

Morita Dohiro came over with a box in his hand.

"I must apologize, Roger."

Morita Dohiro frowned, "The transformation of the Sword of Fate has failed. The entire sword is composed of two separate parts, and the original user is the link that connects these two separate parts."

"In my imagination, using the Stone of Perpetual Life should be able to graft this connection, but other variables have appeared in the specific operation."

Morita Dohiro sighed, "So... I failed."

Roger never expected that after waiting for three months, he would wait for such a result.

"In other words... there is a broken sword in it?"

Even if there is no expression on his face, Roger's mood still fluctuates somewhat.

"Who said that?" Morita Dohiro was stunned.

"I am not shocked. Even if the transformation fails, it is impossible to destroy your weapon?"

"The sword of destiny is actually an unfinished product. Since there is no way to completely integrate it, I went the other way. I refinished the outer layer of the sword body and mixed it with the earth, although there was no way to improve it. ’S offensive power, but it can strengthen the fit with spiritual power.”

"You can feel it carefully."

As he said, he opened the box in his hand.

Roger was immediately attracted by the brand new Sword of Fate.

In the beginning, due to the special material, although the sword of destiny had a metallic luster, it was essentially a bone sword.

A closer look reveals the texture of white bones.

At this time, other places had not changed much, but the edge of the blade was flushed with about a finger's width.

At first glance, it looked like blood flowing on the sword, and the feeling of the whole weapon coming to life was even more obvious.

Roger squeezed the weapon in his hand and gave a hint on the notice board.

Unknown transformation: Improve spiritual compatibility and upgrade potential.

Indeed, as Morita Dohiro said, there is no change in other attributes.

"There is also this crow feather, completely remade."

Another weapon was placed in the box, and the feather-like texture was pressed into the blade. The blade was narrower and its length matched the height of Chika Nichiguchi.

Roger nodded and accepted two weapons.

"The teacher asked me to come to you..."

"Oh." Morita Dohiro nodded and took out a short knife he was carrying with him.

The sword and the sheath were about fifty centimeters long. At first glance, Roger couldn't tell the specific material of the weapon.

Intricate lines are drawn on the handle and scabbard, which are densely entangled like silk threads.

"Things have made new progress. This weapon can be regarded as a staged display."

"You must keep it carefully, and you must not pull it out before handing it to another person!"

Morita Dohiro seriously instructed.

"Let me give it to whom?"

"Go to Qinglu Mountain and find the Funiu Sword Master."

"Among the four sword houses, if the jackdaw is the strongest sword, then Funiu is the hardest sword. More importantly, in the inheritance of the guardian spirit Funiu, there is a special secret technique called Spirit Infusion."

"That is a special secret technique that can enhance the practitioner's own defense through the guardian spirit."

"You should know that in the spirit swordsmanship we study, there is a link in which the soul of the practitioner needs to have the characteristics of guarding the spirit to some extent."

"The sword master guessed that Funiu's spirit injection method might involve similar things."

Morita Dohiro explained.

"Using abilities to enhance the guardian's own defense, similar things can be done in many genres?"

Roger was a little strange.

"It's not the same. Many years ago, Jackdaw and Funiu had a battle. As for the result, no one knows the result, but according to the sword master of Hanshan, he believes that Funiu is not a simple accumulation of spiritual power."

"The sword master suspects that they have strengthened the body of the practitioner!"

"Strengthen the body?!"

Roger frowned.

"It sounds like the means of Western transcendents."

After all, the strong blood is the flesh ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Morita Dohiro nodded.

"Know that this is the East."

"Therefore, Bariu's spirit injection method must have a very special place. If the spirit injection method is really as the sword owner guessed, the research progress of the spirit sword will be a big step forward!"

Morita Dohiro looked excited.

Roger was silent for a moment.

He noticed that Morita Dohiro's title for that plan had changed from a living sword to a spirit sword.

"Just give this thing to the Funiu Sword Master?"

Roger frowned, he always felt that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, Morita Dohiro shook his head.

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