Demon Hunter and His Hut

The weather was fine, the sun shone on the turquoise blue sea, and the brackish sea breeze rolled up a little wave.

Several cruise ships patrolled the open sea, and people looked around from time to time.

Give it up, Mira.

That guy must have been eaten by monsters.

A tall young man complained.

We all told him that there are monsters on the island, but he doesn't believe it. How is it now?

Shut up!

Mira turned her head and glared angrily.

Think about it, he saved your life after all!

After listening to Mira's words, the young man opened his mouth but said nothing.

He admits that he doesn't like the concern Mila shows for the stranger, but again, like Mila said.

That guy saved himself after all.

Look, what is that?

Just then, someone on the boat shouted loudly.

A few people were startled and quickly ran to the railing, where the white fins on the sea in the distance were rapidly approaching.

That special shape makes people subconsciously think of a brutal sea creature.

shark?!

It doesn't seem to be one!

It was only at this time that everyone noticed that the water surface near the shark was a little turbid, and in the surrounding area, there were also several white shadows approaching quickly under the water.

Just when everyone exclaimed, the water splashed all over the sea, and a figure broke out of the water.

That turned out to be a person.

A man who couldn't see his face clearly and held a steel sword in his hand.

Accompanied by the figure that came out, the shark under him also jumped out of the water, a hole was cut in his abdomen, and his internal organs fell into the water crackling.

The rich bloody smell attracted other hunters.

But at this moment, the figure in mid-air turned and landed straight on the back of one of the biting sharks.

The steel sword in his hand instantly pierced the shark!

Ro... Roger?

Mira couldn't help exclaiming, and at this moment, the others around also saw the face of the figure.

It was Roger who had taken them off the island not long ago.

This guy didn't die?

The tall young man couldn't help but muttered.

But at this time Mila couldn't care about getting angry with him, Hurry up and help!

Everyone, help!

The water on the sea swelled, and a large bloody water spread, which soon dyed the nearby area red.

The blood and water blurred their vision, and everyone didn't know what happened under the sea, and a few young people with spear guns couldn't help.

Gollum.

Snapped!

After an unknown amount of time, a figure surfaced in the center of the red-stained blood. He shook off the water stains on his face, revealing a familiar face.

It's you?

At this time, Roger also saw everyone on the edge of the fence,

His eyes swept across Mira's face, and he seemed to understand something in an instant.

Even if they are proficient in water, ordinary witchers have little hope of surviving when they encounter hordes of sharks in the sea.

However, with the bonus of the hunter's hut, Roger is an absolute monster in terms of water quality, and with the protection of the Quinn seal, it is only a matter of time before these sharks are killed.

After getting on the boat, everyone was naturally very curious about Roger's origin, but Roger didn't explain too much.

For Mira, Roger was very grateful, he didn't expect that the girl was not just talking that day.

She didn't receive a call from herself for two consecutive days, went to the port to inquire, and the rented boat did not return to the port. The girl actually paid a lot of money and rented all the nearby boats to come here to find his trace.

Roger didn't know how long he would have been at sea without their extensive search.

Looking at Mira's attitude, Roger only needs to be a little more active at this time...

But right now, he was really in no mood, he left contact information for each other, and told the girl that if she encounters difficulties that cannot be solved again, she must notify herself in time.

After returning to the port, Roger separated from the others and came to the cemetery hut.

There were several missed calls on the phone, and in addition to Henrik and Ingmar, there was also Terry.

Roger pulled back, Henrik was on a mission, and hung up after a few words.

Terry told Roger that many of the alchemy materials collected this time are very precious and may not be fully collected in a short period of time.

Several of them even required Roger to figure it out himself.

The news made Roger frown.

Without the aid of the alchemy potion, his ascension speed will be affected, but right now he has no better channels.

He could only jot down a few of the materials that Terry couldn't collect, and then hung up.

Since the last time he left Bordeaux, Roger has returned directly to the town of Bay, except for the one time he went to sea not long ago, he usually stayed in the cemetery hut.

Although Dickinson's remarks in the Hunter's Guild made Roger's heart vigilant, the attitude he showed several times before and after was really intriguing.

It doesn't seem to be much aggressive, just testing something.

At first, Roger didn't know how to deal with Dickinson's temptation, but after returning from the fishing village, he basically determined the identity of his body, and he also firmed up some thoughts in his heart.

He may be able to take the initiative to contact Dickinson, but he needs to think of a foolproof plan, and if it doesn't work, he can only leave here completely.

In the sunny afternoon, Roger ordered a cup of coffee and waited patiently.

ding dong.

There was a sound from the door, and someone pushed the door and walked in.

Roger didn't move, he was still planning the escape route in his mind.

He currently has two of the best options.

A black top hat was placed on the table, and Dickinson's half-smiling face appeared in front of him.

Good afternoon, Mr. Roger.

Dickinson smiled.

A cup of hot coffee, thank you.

He said something to the service staff not far away.

I didn't expect that we would meet so soon.

He looked Roger up and down.

It seems that something is wrong with your body?

Roger didn't answer Dickinson's question, but stared into the other's eyes.

who are you?

As I said, we are the same kind.

I don't understand you.

Roger obviously did not want to hear such a specious answer.

I understand your concerns, and in fact, we have been watching you.

us?

Roger raised an eyebrow.

certainly.

Dickinson took the coffee from the waitress, opened his mouth like pouring water, and poured the coffee in the cup.

The temperature is a little off.

Put the cup on the table.

Don't you think that only you in this world is special?

We are all the same, our souls come from another world, and the bodies we are currently using belong to other people.

To this world, we are all strangers.

In order to kill the soul that originally existed in this body, I spent a lot of effort.

It's a pity, no matter how perfect the body is, it can't contain our soul.

Dickinson seemed a little itchy, and reached out and scratched his neck.

Kaka!

The fingernails rubbed against the skin and made a screeching sound.

This body is about to collapse, and I have to find a way to get a new one.

He glanced at Roger.

What about you, what's wrong with your body?

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