Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 140

Chapter 140 The Missing Demon Hunter

Henryk’s words made Roger realize that everything he is in contact with now is probably only the appearance of this world.

And what did he mean by the unknown area?

According to Henrik, he brought Roger here on the one hand because he hoped that Roger would come into contact with the life that truly belonged to the demon hunter, on the other hand, he also wanted to wait for someone here.

So from the afternoon until the evening, the two did not leave the bar, and as time passed, the bar became more and more lively.

Many people saw Henrik, everyone obviously knew him, and someone came up to greet him, but more often, he didn’t seem to be pleasing to the eye.

“What did you do to make people here feel so disgusted with you.”

Roger asked with some confusion.

Henrik drank the beer in his glass leisurely, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

“Haha, if you have slept with half of the men’s female companions in this room, I think they will also dislike you.”

WTF!

Seeing Henrik’s triumphant look, Roger really regretted that he had just helped him out.

“A scumbag like you deserves to be beaten to death.”

“What do you know?”

Henrik sneered.

“This is a personal charm. I have never provoke a married woman. Both parties are voluntary.”

Henrik’s ass writhed on the chair, almost a tail at the back.

At this moment, the door of the bar was opened, and a girl who looked a little thin walked in.

The girl was wearing a linen coat and a pair of light blue jeans. She was not tall, taller than Western women, and even petite.

His light blond hair tied back to his head, his face without makeup, looked a little haggard.

On this occasion, it is rare to see a single woman. Most of them have a fixed team or come in with a demon hunter partner.

This girl’s sudden intrusion attracted everyone’s attention, but after all, all the demon hunters who can come here are demon hunters, and there are no so-called hooligans who come forward to strike up a conversation.

Everyone just glanced a few times, and then they were busy with their own things.

The girl’s arrival attracted Henrik’s attention.

“Ingmar’s daughter?”

“According to her personality, she rarely allows her daughter to come to such a place.”

At this moment, the girl walked to the bar, and seemed to say something to the man in the hat. The man shook his head, his expression solemnly rejecting her.

The man in the hat is the owner of the bar. He looks shameless, but he is an exorcist who has entered the realm of transcendence.

Vincent.

Standing behind him should be some powerful exorcist family.

The girl seemed to say something again, and Vincent nodded in desperation.

He took out a metal stick as thick as chopsticks from under the bar, reached out and knocked on an ancient bell on the right side of the bar.

Dangdang!

The crisp sound spread throughout the bar, and almost when the bell rang, the noisy sound in the bar immediately quieted down.

“Whenever there is a mandate, Vincent will use this form to remind everyone present.”

Henrik explained to Roger.

At this time, Vincent cleared his throat, “There is a temporary task. This lady Hathaway proposed that after listening to the specific task information, if someone is willing to accept the task, she can find this lady alone.”

Vincent reached out his hand and motioned.

Hathaway clenched her fists and stood in front of the counter nervously.

She seemed to seldom speak in such occasions, with a little timidity in her blue eyes, quickly glanced at everyone in the field, and then lowered her head again.

“Introduce myself first, I’m Ingmar’s daughter, Hathaway.”

“My mother is a demon hunter.”

“Ingmar?”

Many people nodded thoughtfully. Although the popularity of guns has increased the number of female demon hunters, in terms of physical strength and temperament, the number of women who truly become demon hunters is still very rare.

Therefore, most of the demon hunters who often come to the bar still know something about Ingmar.

“Not long ago, my mother accepted a task, a simple query task, but after 5 days have passed, she still hasn’t come back.”

“So I want to entrust other people to help me find her.”

Hathaway plucked up courage and looked up at everyone.

“Second mission?” Someone frowned.

“Girl, do you understand what it means to issue such a mission?”

“It means that the reward for missing the target’s worth is double the reward!”

“Because the first failure represents the danger level of the task, if you want other people to participate, you need to pay a higher value than that.”

The talking man looked at Hathaway, and seemed to doubt her financial strength.

“Money or goods of equal value.”

Vincent spoke from the side.

“Tell me about your compensation, Miss Hathaway.”

“I……”

Hathaway lowered her head again, “I don’t have much money, I only have this thing in my hand.”

With that, she opened her handbag and took out a wooden box. The box opened and a blue plant was placed in it.

The roots of this plant are pale white, and a mass of gray soil is attached to it. The blue leaves are very fresh, and they seem to have just been dug out from the ground.

“Witch grass?”

Everyone in the field shook their heads after seeing the contents of the box.

“This thing is indeed very rare, but it is too little used, it is difficult to sell a good price.”

“If it’s just this thing, it’s not worth enough to make us desperately.”

Everyone shook their heads.

Just then, the big guy who had spoken before glanced at the girl, and he gave a weird smile, “Although the figure is a little worse, but he looks pretty, if there is nothing else, you can come and accompany me. of.”

“Hahaha!”

After hearing what he said, everyone else laughed.

“Come on, John, she’s just a little girl.”

Someone smiled and relieved.

But at this moment, the girl who had always been cramped and timid raised her head sharply.

She stepped forward and stared at the man named John with blue eyes.

“If you can bring your mother back safely, don’t say it once, I will promise you even 10 years!”

As soon as the voice fell, the originally noisy bar suddenly became quiet.

The man named John was stunned, and then stood up abruptly. The seriousness in the girl’s eyes made him flinch.

He raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

“I apologize to you for the joke just now.”

“You are an amazing girl!”

Put the dry wine glass on the table, the man picked up the hat and put it on his head.

“I’m sorry, your salary is too low, and it’s not worth our risk.”

After speaking, he gestured to Vincent’s head, turned and left the bar.

John’s words spoke the voice of other people, and no one was willing to take risks without sufficient compensation.

The girl stood in front of the bar, and the courage she had just gathered up instantly collapsed. She looked around but no one was willing to help.

Just then Henrik stood up, “Let’s go over and take a look.”

“Ingmar seems to be in some trouble.”