Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 847

Chapter 01-Kyle Morhan’s Winter

“It’s almost here, we should be able to reach our destination before dark.”

The man squinted his eyes and raised his head, revealing a face that looks a bit hideous. A staggered scar spreads from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears. Even if he doesn’t make any expressions, this face will make the client perform the task. Hesitated again and again.

After all, in most cases people always like to judge people by their appearance and classify them accordingly.

At the end of the forest, a wide valley stretches across the horizon, and the boulders scattered on the bottom of the valley spread to the steep slope on the other side.

The river of white rocks flows through the middle of the valley, foam is floating on the boulders, and logs are drifting down the river.

The surroundings are getting colder and colder, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. In the mountains, this means the arrival of a storm.

“Kel Mohan is very close.” He repeated it again, and then looked back at his companion behind him.

As always, he didn’t see any expressive expressions on the opponent’s face.

In fact, most demon hunters will show their feelings of alienation with an indifferent face when performing tasks outside.

But for some reason, he always felt that the man in front of him was different from most demon hunters.

But he couldn’t tell the specifics.

A kind of indifference or superiority?

Or just pure confidence?

The man nodded, and then his tight face suddenly collapsed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

“Eskal, should I hunt a bear as a preparation for this winter, or as a gift for my first visit.”

“Oh, there is no need at all, Roger.”

The corners of Eskal’s mouth twitched. He was clearly planning to squeeze a smile, but the slight change in his expression on his face made the hideous scar more conspicuous.

In the howling wind, he was a little fierce.

“Although you are not from Kyle Morhan, trust me, everyone here will treat you like me.” He pointed to his eyes.

“we are the same.”

“Also to be honest, there are really not many demon hunters alive today.”

“Except for one guy, most people are still friendly.” Finally, Eskal murmured again.

Roger smiled and didn’t ask who the guy in Eskal’s mouth was. He raised his head and looked at the distant sky, beginning to look forward to that special place.

The time in the wizarding world has been restarted, and everything that happened in the past cannot be changed. People living in this world are not aware of everything that happened on the entire plane.

They can only see the sky in the distance and feel the earth under their feet. For Roger, coming here is more to turn that untouchable dream into reality.

He wants to walk on this big road himself and feel the breath here.

In addition, the obsession of two “companions” still remained on him.

Ophelia and Nasiro.

The mountain road widens, and after crossing a ravine, it turns into a valley. The valley is a wide depression, and the forest spreads among jagged rocks.

Before long, the surrounding terrain became open, and they walked along the stream at the bottom of the valley. After walking along the stream for a few minutes, they crossed another valley and climbed up a semi-circular hillside.

Then there Roger saw Kyle Mohan with his back against the steep rock wall.

In other words, its ruins.

Half of the trapezoidal city wall was demolished, the barbican and the remaining parts of the city gate, and the rough and strong main building of the castle.

“A long time ago, it didn’t look like this.” Eskal said suddenly.

“At that time there were a lot of people here, the training was cruel, and many people fell down or went crazy, but at that time everyone was full of hope.”

“Because there are always new witchers joining us every once in a while, we can’t… leave the blood, and those apprentices represent our heritage.”

“But now…” Eskal shook his head and walked forward first.

Roger followed behind him and walked over the only remaining bridge on the moat. The sky had darkened, but this couldn’t affect Roger’s sight.

He lowered his head and saw the dead bones scattered at the bottom of the river, densely packed, almost filling the entire gully.

An iron-clad grille appeared in front of him, and behind the worn-out iron door was a dark corridor, at which time a deep voice sounded.

“Welcome back, Escal.”

After a short pause, the voice suddenly became sharp.

“Who is following you?”

While speaking, Roger felt that a pair of sharp eyes locked him firmly in the dark.

“He is Roger from the north. Like us, he will spend the winter here for the first time this year.”

Escal stepped forward, blocking the sharp gaze.

“north?”

“There is still…”

“Shut up, Lambert, you should at least open the door to let us in. It’s getting colder and colder. In addition, Roger is our companion.”

“And not too long ago, he saved my life!” Eskal increased his tone slightly.

“Heh…” Lambert mumbled a few words casually, even if he was standing in the shadows, Roger could clearly see Lambert’s appearance.

There is a shallow scar on his cheek, but it is not as hideous as Eskal, but this guy’s appearance is hard to like.

The bitterness in his bones is completely engraved on his face, it seems that as long as he opens his mouth, these emotional things will spit out overwhelmingly.

Lambert, Roger smiled, in his memory, this is really a difficult guy.

The person is very nice and the mouth smells bad.

This should be the most accurate summary of him.

“Are you the only one coming back?”

The creaking iron door slowly opened, and Eskal asked casually.

“There is also Vesemir. He comes back every year, but besides him, we are the only ones left.”

“Where is Geralt?”

Escal raised his eyebrows.

“The ghost knows, Geralt of Livia, his reputation alone may exceed the sum of all the remaining demon hunters.”

Lambert replied strangely. Roger could hear the emotion in the other’s tone, but it was not sarcasm or jealousy, but a special kind of joke between his companions.

“It’s not time yet, I originally planned to introduce you guys.” Eskal glanced back at Roger, then looked up at the sky.

“It’s getting colder and colder, and there may be a blizzard soon. If you can’t see him for these two days, then Geralt will probably not be back this year.”

The two walked side by side into Kyle Morhan.

Entering the interior, the ruin here made Roger feel desolate. This was a huge castle like a fortress, but now in addition to the broken wall, the past prosperity has also disappeared in the years.

Then Roger saw a strong old man who was tall and dressed in witcher-style equipment, and every gully on his face seemed to correspond to the ruin of the castle.

This is a demon hunter who may be older than Kyle Morhan.

Vesemir.

“Welcome to Kyle Morhan, my friend.”

“I’ve been yearning for a long time.” Roger answered with a smile.

“I’m afraid I will disappoint you.”

“No, the reason Kyle Morhan is Kyle Morhan is not the big rocks standing outside.”

“It will get better.”

Roger let out a sigh of relief, and an inexplicable stability gushed out from deep in his heart.