Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Tradition and Modernity

While having breakfast in the restaurant, news of Sherman’s killing spread throughout the town.

In Bay Town, Sherman is a veritable celebrity. There are many people working on his fishing grounds, and his death naturally caused an uproar.

“I heard it was a love killer.”

Someone whispered, “It is said that one of his mistresses stabbed him to death with a knife.”

“How did I hear that it was a commercial dispute?”

Because of Sherman’s death, public opinion in the town seemed to have stirred up a storm.

There is no specific official statement. Sometimes people don’t care about the truth, but just want to talk more about the boring life.

Amanda looked at Roger suspiciously.

“Why do you see me?”

“Weird?”

“What’s weird? Do you still think Sherman’s death has something to do with me?”

Amanda squinted.

“I can’t tell, but you don’t seem surprised at all, as if you knew the news from the beginning.”

“Haha.” Roger smiled awkwardly.

“I overheard Andrin’s call.” Roger explained casually.

But even so, Amanda still doesn’t seem to let go of suspicion.

When he came to school, Bob naturally did not show up. I heard that he happened to not go home last night, so he escaped.

There was nothing to talk about during the whole day of study. Roger naturally took medicine to enter the state of study. When he was tired, he lay down and rested for a while. Although he felt that a lot of knowledge was useless, he did not want to break his words since he agreed to Andrew.

After the previous events, the whole school now knows that Roger is not easy to provoke, and naturally no one dared to talk to him. Roger was relieved and just dealt with Thomas casually.

This guy is heartless, but his expertise in wild animals is indeed solid, and even with him, he is precious to many creatures that only exist in legends.

Because of Sherman’s death, the entire town has become panic. The town has really not been peaceful during this period of time, and several people have died one after another.

The three of them settled for dinner in the dining room after school, and Andrin did not come back until late.

As night fell, Roger drew the curtains and moved around the room, practicing diligent short swordsmanship.

Elf Short Sword Technique LV2: The transformation between life and death is better than repeated polishing during practice. You are used to blending into your muscles. You have completely mastered the skill of the sword technique. It is quick and accurate, and it can explode terrible lethality even when tired. .

In the past few days, all of Roger’s experience has been placed on the short sword, and his practice of general swordsmanship has been a little worse.

However, there is no other way. Maybe after Henrik completely solves the beast attack, Roger will have the opportunity to fully integrate into the practice.

At that time, he will usher in an explosive growth in strength.

“There is no weapon to take advantage of…”

Looking at the short-knife-shaped wooden strip in his hand, Roger felt that he, a demon hunter… was a bit fake.

In the game, as long as a little skill, the character can be improved, but in reality, he needs steady progress on the ground.

Tuk tuk!

As I was thinking about things, a soft noise suddenly came from outside the window.

A familiar face appeared.

Roger opened the window and Henrik turned in expertly.

“What are you doing?”

“Sell you to act together?”

Henrik said of course.

“That seems to be your business, right?” Roger Mu said with a face.

Henrik smiled indifferently, “Inherited from a family of witch hunters, I don’t believe you are not interested in these things.”

“and……”

“Aren’t you interested in becoming a real demon hunter?”

Seeing the movement in Roger’s eyes, Henrik took out an item and threw it over.

“for you!”

This time Roger didn’t let this thing fall to the ground.

Snapped.

Roger’s eyes lit up.

This is a short knife with a length of more than 40 cm.

The handle of the knife is wrapped in a gray animal skin, and the grip feels surprisingly good, as if it was tailor-made for him.

It was tall and narrow, dim in color, and about two and a half fingers wide. Roger couldn’t tell the material. He tried to wave it a few times, but the sharp blade pierced the air, but the sound was extremely soft.

With this thing, the dagger he had stolen before can be honorably discharged from the army.

“This thing cost me some thoughts.”

Henrik said.

“Traditional demon hunters are rare these days. Although everyone is still using cold weapons, they are no longer mainstream.”

“And more advanced weapons… even if they are given to you, they won’t work.”

“Traditional demon hunter?”

“Does the demon hunter divide traditional and modern?”

Roger was stunned.

“Why don’t you divide?”

Henrik’s silver-white pistol appeared in his right hand, “No matter how fast, do you think your knife can be faster than a bullet?”

Seeing the dissatisfaction in Roger’s eyes, Henrik smiled, “If you keep the distance, you don’t even have a chance to shoot.”

“Don’t equate us with ordinary gunmen.”

“Our optic nerves, reaction speed, and hands have all been specially strengthened.”

“This is unmatched by ordinary people.”

“Closer you will only die faster.”

Henrik sneered.

“But it’s not without its drawbacks. Modern demon hunters rely too much on weapons, and it’s okay to deal with some common incidents, but if they face some real…”

Henrik sighed.

“Speaking of what these do, you only need to know that if you want to continue the traditional path of hunting demon hunters, the path you want to take in the future will be very difficult.”

“If you have a reason to do this, you’d better join those families that still have inheritance.”

“Or go to the eastern sunrise to try your luck.”

“The times are different.”

Henrik folded his hands together, and the pistol disappeared in his hands.

“It’s getting late, we have to hurry up.”

Looking at Roger who was still standing there, Henrik stretched out his hand, “Either give me the knife or follow me.”

There was no reason to return what he got, and Roger clenched the short knife and followed.

Coming to the woods, Henrik took out the hand stab he got from Sherman yesterday, and then took out a book page from it.

“That Sherman has some means. Although the ceremony he held was a bit cruel, the effect was indeed remarkable. Once he succeeded…”

Obviously Henrik came prepared, and took out some bottles and cans from a square suitcase, unknown red liquid, pungent powder, weird herbs and pale bones.

The pendant on his chest was slightly hot, which was enough to show that these things Henrik took out were not ordinary things.

“If you want to inspire a mysterious ritual, you must either have the corresponding energy or use an extraordinary casting object.”

Henrik explained casually.

Hearing this, Roger was stunned for a moment. From beginning to end, none of the medicines he prepared had used any extraordinary substances.

Is it the peculiarity of the hunter’s hut?