Demon Hunter and His Hut

What appeared before Roger's eyes was a downward passage. The stairs are not wide, and it seems that three or four people can only walk up side by side.

He walked down one floor, and a pale middle-aged man in a housekeeper's uniform was standing at the corner of the stairs.

How do i call you?

Roger.

Oh...that name suits you very well.

You can call me Vero, please come with me.

The elegance and politeness shown by the other party made Roger feel good.

It would be better if...he was a human being.

The housekeeper in front of him, although he looks similar to a normal person, his body is even more illusory. Through his body, he can vaguely see the scene behind him.

Obviously, it's a ghost.

If Henrik's theory is correct, he can stay sane, have his own mind, and communicate with ordinary people...

Well, this is a ghost.

Except for the mysterious Anna, this should be the first demon spirit that Roger saw.

The most common demon spirits are extraordinary. Thinking of this, Roger was a little nervous, and his muscles subconsciously tensed for a moment.

Dear guest, please don't be nervous.

As you can see, I'm a demon, but I'm not a lunatic. If it's not necessary, I won't attack you.

Vero's attitude was still polite, but Roger could hear what the other party meant.

If not necessary...

There were surprisingly many stairs going down, and the light in the passage was a little dim, but Roger could see it clearly. After walking down about four or five floors, the sound seemed to become a lot more lively.

In an open room, several people were choosing something, and the walls were covered with various weapons, ranging from cold weapons to hot weapons.

However, the largest number here are guns, and there are also some strange crossbows and the like.

Cold weapon,

Most of them hang on it, and it seems that few people care about it.

There were several people standing at the counter talking to customers who bought weapons.

Vero took Roger to the other side. The people next to him didn't seem to see Vero. Roger watched the housekeeper push open a door, and he followed suit.

In the room, a tall, gray-haired man turned his back to Roger, fiddling with something on the table.

Roger noticed a stack of papers beside him, the top one...

He was stunned for a moment. In the portrait, Roger couldn't see his appearance at all. It was very strange. Behind those seemingly random sketched lines, a sharpness rushed towards him.

That girl really seems to have two strokes.

Roger thought silently.

At this moment, the gray-haired man turned around, the top of his head was bald, he looked fierce, and there was a long and narrow scar on his cheek.

One end of the scar goes through the left eye.

You're the Roger that Henrique introduced?

He picked up the drawing paper on the table and glanced at Roger.

That guy Henrik didn't lie at all.

It's really rare to see witchers in addition to the blood hunter family continuing the ancient heritage this year.

Roger knew from Henrik that the so-called blood hunter families had been passed down for many years, and that inhuman blood flowed in the heirs of these families.

Their ancestors had intermarryed with certain extraordinary creatures, and the children born naturally inherited this bloodline.

So whether it is the starting point or the upper limit, they are much stronger than ordinary people.

It seems that these people, these families are the mainstays of the Hunter Guild, and ordinary people like Henrik can only be regarded as the lowest level of miscellaneous soldiers.

Hello, Mr. Crater, I think Henrik has told you about my intention.

Roger put the backpack on the table and pulled out its contents.

I want to recreate a sword.

The old man didn't even look at the original steel sword shards, he picked up the other two pieces of metal, and slightly tossed them.

I haven't seen such a rare material in a long time.

At this moment, his eyes narrowed and he noticed another piece of material placed beside him.

Half a pale skull.

In the center of the skull is a small gap.

This thing...

Crete's face changed, A witch's skull, it seems that there is something in it, the owner of this skull was not of a low level before life.

At least the second half of the waning moon level!

Where did you get this stuff?

Not every witch can condense such a skull, this thing is too rare!

Holding half of the skull, Kret actually couldn't put it down.

This gap is a sword wound.

At this time, he glanced at the broken steel sword and found the tip of the sword from a pile of fragments.

Gap fit.

He looked up at Roger.

How could a rookie like you kill such a guy, was it killed by an ancestor of the family?

Roger listened to Kret talking to himself there, and he silently closed his mouth.

Well, the strength of the old man's brain supplement is indeed very strong.

Yes, that's how it should be.

Fighting a powerful witch, this sword has actually been damaged, and it is not surprising that it is broken like this now.

The old man gave Roger a tentative look as he spoke.

Roger tried his best to pretend to be peeped, You can see that!

It's just amazing!

Ha ha!

Kret smiled contentedly, Although most of the weapons I sell now are guns, what I'm really good at is cold weapon manufacturing!

Crater put away the materials.

Tell me, which hand are you good at, and do you have any special requirements for the length and weight of the blade?

Both hands can be used, and I usually chop a lot, so I need dual wielding...

Roger said the same thing, and Kret memorized it carefully. Next, he took out a ruler and carefully measured Roger's height and arm length.

He even had a brief understanding of Roger's exertion habits. Although he didn't see the finished product, the old man's professionalism made Roger feel more at ease.

I have all the data written down.

It can be seen that your accomplishments in swordsmanship are very deep. Although it is far from the master, it is very rare at your age.

Your strength is very good, should it be reaching its limit soon?

Roger nodded.

So I will help you increase the weight of the steel sword appropriately, leave your email, and I will send you a sketch tomorrow. If all goes well, you should be able to use this weapon within five days!

So fast!

Roger was delighted.

Kret also seemed very happy, The materials are rare, and you are also a good swordsman, haha, I can't wait to start casting now!

Okay, all please.

Roger left his email address and briefly communicated with Kret some knowledge about weapon care.

Finally, he left at Vero's urging.

Opening the door, the figure I saw in the alley just passed Roger, and it seemed that he was also looking for Kret to forge a weapon.

Leaving Royal Street, Roger did not go to pick up the materials that Henrique helped him collect, but called the real estate company he had entrusted earlier.

Well... now that you have money in hand, it's time to look at the house.