Demon Hunter and His Hut

After rushing back to Marsh Town overnight, they did not go to Roger to rent a cottage by the lake, and the two randomly found a motel.

　　 After a brief wash, he hurried to sleep. For nearly two days and nights, both mentally and physically have almost reached their limits.

　　 Early the next morning, I woke up refreshed.

　　 Henrik told Roger that the Hunter's Guild had sent people to the farm, and now it is estimated that they are almost ready.

　　 This time the mission of Marsh Town was completely completed. If nothing happened, he would take Roger back to Bay Town in the afternoon.

　　 Roger called Amanda's phone again, this time Amanda's voice came from the other side after the phone rang.

　　 The red-haired girl seemed to have not slept all night, and her voice sounded extremely tired. After an appointment was made to meet in the town square at noon, Amanda hung up the phone in a hurry.

　　 After breakfast, Henrik took Roger to the cottage by the lake. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Thomas lying on the bed like a dead fish.

　　 "Oh... see who is back"

　　 "How are the past few days?"

　　 Thomas leaned on his waist and turned up from the bed. He looked Roger up and down, "Brother, you look so tired."

　　 "Pay attention to your body..."

　　 Thomas said earnestly.

"Ha ha."

　　 Looking at Thomas with blue eyes and one hand on his waist, Roger suddenly thought, if I call this guy another tonight...

　　 Will he die here?

　　 To drive this vicious idea out of his mind, Roger informs Thomas that the holiday is over. After lunch, they will pick up Amanda and they will return to Bay Town together.

　　 The Murloc Festival in the town has officially started. The town is lit up with lights and festooned tourists. To be honest, after experiencing this mission, Roger also wants to relax.

　　 Marsh Town Central Square.

　　 The dark clouds that had lasted for several days finally dissipated, and the sun was shining. Roger and the others waited in the square for a long time before Amanda arrived late.

　　 Betty was not accompanied. The one who sent Amanda here was a stout woman. Roger didn't care, but Henrik's gaze stayed on him for a while.

　　 After getting in the car, Amanda leaned against the window without saying a word. Her face was a little pale, and there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

　　 "What's wrong, I didn't rest well"

　　 Roger asked with concern.

"Ok."

　　 Amanda nodded slightly and then stopped talking, looking out of the car window blankly.

　　Roger didn't ask much, but he always felt that something happened to Amanda.

　　 Among the four people in the car, Thomas was the most uninterested. He was holding his mobile phone and didn't know who he was texting with, and he burst into slutty laughter from time to time.

　　The road on the return journey was also quiet, gradually approaching Bay Town, and the number of vehicles on the road began to increase. Obviously, these were all tourists who came to participate in the Murloc Festival.

　　The closer you are to the town, the stronger the atmosphere of the festival. The residents of Bay Town value this festival far beyond Roger's imagination. Not to mention the shops along the street, the doors of every family's house are also covered with various decorations.

　　 In the entire coastal area radiated by Bordeaux, in terms of characteristic town culture, it is estimated that only the mermaid on the other side can compare.

　　 Many foreign tourists came to the small town. Andrin helped to maintain law and order, so he was not at home. First sent Thomas home, and then came to Andrin’s house.

　　Getting out of the car, Amanda simply thanked him, and went upstairs in a daze, leaving Henrik and Roger behind.

　　 Roger was about to say goodbye but was stopped by Henrik.

　　 "I have something for you."

　　 Henrik opened the trunk and took out a long wooden box from the hidden compartment.

　　 This box is brown-black as a whole, with only the pattern of the wooden material itself on the surface, and an area in the lower right corner is damaged, which seems to have been artificially erased.

　　 Roger faintly guessed something, but still subconsciously asked: "What is this?"

　　 "The weapon you want."

　　 "A sword!"

　　 Henrik replied, an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

　　 Roger's attention was all caught by the wooden box in front of him, and he didn't notice the expression on Henrik's face.

　　 "So fast! Didn't you say it's hard to get it?" Roger wanted to open the box and take a closer look, but considering where the two were now, he could only hold back his curiosity.

　　 "This is not a standard weapon."

　　 "It is my personal treasure."

　　 Hearing the emotion in Henrik’s words, Roger seemed to understand something, "This thing is too expensive..."

　　 "Give it to you, and you will collect it!"

　　 "Your performance in these two days matches it."

　　Henrik almost squeezed the wooden box into Roger's hand, "Get the things and get out of here, don't pay me back!"

　　 "That's not necessary!"

　　 Roger retracted flexibly, "Next time there will be something similar, I will definitely be there on call!"

　　 "Humph!"

　　 Henrik sneered, "I can take away a weapon for one mission. I can't afford such a high appearance fee."

　　 "The union has sent me a partner exorcist, and he is already on the way. It should be here in a short time."

　　 "So this should be the last cooperation between us."

　　 "Good job, kid!"

　　 Henrik patted Roger on the shoulder, started the car and left.

Roger put the backpack he brought back to his room. He thought for a while, went to the next door to inform Amanda, and then rushed to the cabin in the forest with the wooden box and some necessities~www.NovelMTL.com~ although After only a few days away, Roger missed his cabin very much. There was no change in the room. After putting things away, Roger couldn't wait to open the wooden box.

　　 There was a little chill, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped. Roger knew that this was just an illusion caused by the light reflecting off the sword.

　　 The hilt of the sword is wrapped in unknown animal skins, and the overall appearance is somewhat different from the weapons used by ancient knights in Roger's impression.

　　 The sword is wider and heavier. It can be dual-wielded for chopping and slashing. After a few swings, the weight is just right for Roger.

　　 The notice on the notice board reminded Roger that he had obtained an excellent steel sword, and his personal evaluation rose slightly.

　　 "Finally looks a little bit."

　　 The sword body that resembled Qiu Shui reflected the cold light, Roger only briefly tested it, and the wooden stick with thick wrist was easily cut off.

　　 The sword body trembles and emits a beep of a certain frequency.

　　 Perform an exercise in accordance with the general swordsmanship training method. Although he did not use concentration potions or pain potions, Roger could easily experience the difference from the past.

　　 It seems that a special connection has been established between him and the weapon in his hand. Although it is weak, it makes his understanding of the use of the weapon to a higher level.

　　 Reluctantly inserting the steel sword in his hand back into the scabbard, Roger came to the study, but he remembered the rewards indicated on the notice board.

　　New formula and new magic circle.