Demon Hunter and His Hut

At first, Roger originally planned to choose the Shadow Gate Fragment in the hands of the Black Soul.

The silver manuscript in the hands of the paladin is indeed very precious, and perhaps for the real Mr. Mist, that thing is necessary.

But Roger is not Mist after all.

The Hunter's Hut is located in the shadow world. If he gets the fragments of the shadow door, and the combination of the two, Roger is very likely to use the shadow world around the hut as a springboard to explore a wider area.

But suddenly he thought of another question.

The abandoned Shadow Gate in the Lietta family estate may not be a secret, and it is very likely that this casual choice will reveal some information about him.

if it is like this. Roger prefers to settle for the next best thing.

At least the silver manuscript can be handed over to the hunter's hut.

But now that he thinks about it, he thinks that everything seems to be a conspiracy.

The Paladin took out the silver manuscript, which contained a complete small world.

If it is fog, he will definitely choose the silver manuscript, which makes a seemingly random trade fair, the result of which has been doomed before it begins.

Roger carefully combed what he did, scrutinizing the possible flaws, but repeated it several times. The conclusion he finally came to was only a rough guess.

Abraham's inaction never meant that he gave up the Pale Blood, but more likely that he had found other ways to obtain the Pale Blood.

The mysterious fog may be difficult to find, but if it is someone else, the result is not necessarily.

If we speculate according to this line of thinking, then Abraham's choice is the best choice.

First of all, he doesn't need to find enough treasures to impress Roger, and secondly, he doesn't need to face the mysterious Mr. Mist to trade.

He just needs to hibernate quietly, wait for the transaction to be completed, and then expose his fangs to deliver a fatal blow.

Compared with the other members of the mysterious mist, it is obviously much easier to deal with.

Since he has locked the Paladin, on the day of the transaction...

An idea popped into Roger's mind. He had a hunch that on the day of the trade, Abraham would definitely appear!

After he figured out this layer, Roger suddenly became a lot more at ease.

Strong enemies are not scary, but unknown enemies are scary.

Unbeknownst to Roger, somewhere far away, Abraham, who had ended the ritual, fell into deep thought.

Mr. Mist, you may be really powerful, but even if I can't kill you, I will cause you some trouble.

A flash of pain flashed across his face.

Others don't have much impression of the pale blood in that lantern.

But that thing came from his own body, and although it was just a quick glance, Abraham could still tell the difference.

The pale blood in the lantern shrank a little.

It's self-evident where the contents go.

These greedy guys want to have my pale blood, and I will make you pay the price!

Without having to do it himself, Abraham thought of an excellent method. If all goes well, everyone, even the mysterious fog, will pay the price.

…………

dark night.

There were cluttered footsteps in the dark alley, and the moonlight reflected on the face of the figure in the alley.

I'm hiding so secretly, how could anyone find me?

There is not even a single extraordinary creature in this town, how could it be, how could the people of the Knights investigate this place?

Clap clap clap!

He ran frantically, the soles of his shoes hit the ground and made a crisp sound, which spread far and far in the darkness.

But while running, the man found something unusual. This familiar alley seemed to have no end. He looked back, and a figure flashed around the corner.

You can't escape.

Have you heard of the Endless Corridor?

Even if you run until dawn, you can't get out of this alley.

A figure walked out of the darkness. It was a young man with a slightly round face. His eyes were small and his smile narrowed into a slit, but at this time, it would never be reminiscent of kindness and kindness.

There was a fierce murderous intent in his eyes.

It's a pity that you can't wait for dawn.

You otherworldly souls are like worms, it's disgusting!

Ha ha!

Knowing that he couldn't leave, the man fortunately stopped running away, he laughed wildly, his expression full of madness.

You think I'm disgusting?

The so-called knights of the round table, how much difference is there between the inheritance ceremonies you perform and what we do?

The man looked at the slightly fat young man across from him, patted his chest and said, are you using your own body?

The young man shook his head.

Different.

We're here to maintain stability, and you're here to survive.

As soon as the voice fell, the young man appeared in front of the man opposite, his fist glowed with the color of steel, and the air burst with a punch!

The battle started suddenly and ended quickly.

Soon after, a voice came from the end of the passage, and the seemingly endless alleys had returned to normal at some point.

Bos, how are you doing here?

That worm caught it...

The round-faced youth known as Bowes turned his head, his peaceful face covered with blood.

Sorry, he reacted too violently, I couldn't stop it for a while.

forget it.

Just a pest.

Clean up, let's go back quickly, Mr. Lancelot has other tasks delegated to us.

It's strange to say that these pests are very careful. They can't kill them like rats in the sewers, but this time, I don't know where Mr. Lancelot got the information, and he can accurately identify so many people. activity area.”

It was the easiest mousetrap I've ever had.

It won't be long before we go on like this, and we will kill all the pests in Europe.

The round-faced young Bos didn't say a word, just wiped the blood stains off his hands indifferently.

Where's the next one?

He clenched his fists and said.

At the same time, Lancelot, who was far away in the foggy city, dialed the phone in his hand, The information you provided is very accurate, which makes me have to suspect that you are one of them.

What's next, where's the next target?

Lancelot asked.

As the most powerful heritage knight in the Knights of the Round Table, his main task on weekdays is to clean up the so-called pests lurking among ordinary people.

those aliens.

But such a bumper harvest has never happened before.

Therefore, he was greatly praised by Green, although he did not say it explicitly, but in his words, it revealed some information about letting Lancelot take over as the next head of the regiment.

Because of this, Lancelot ignored some of the pitfalls that might exist.

Fortunately, no accident happened.

But he did not relax his vigilance because of this, and still maintained his vigilance against this information provider.

If you're just going to use us to deal with some people, then you'd better do it cleanly and don't let me catch you. Lancelot warned.

hey-hey.

There was a sneer on the other side.

You're doing well, so I'll disturb you and give you a big fish.

Wait for my news. The other side hung up the phone.

Not long after, the technician who tracked the phone information came to Lancelot, I'm sorry sir, the caller has been found.

It's just that that person died three days ago.