Henrik's words made Roger realize that everything he was in contact with now was probably only the appearance of this world.

And what does he mean by the unknown region?

According to Henrik, he brought Roger here in the hope that Roger would be exposed to the life of a true demon hunter, and on the other hand, he wanted to wait for someone here.

So from the afternoon to the evening, the two of them did not leave the bar, and as time went on, the bar became more and more lively.

There were a lot of people who saw Henrik, everyone obviously knew him, and some people came up to say hello to him, but more of the time, he didn't seem to be very pleasing to the eye.

"What the hell have you done to make the people here so disgusted with you."

Roger asked, a little confused.

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

"Haha, if you've slept with half of the men's female companions in this room, I don't think they'll like you either."

WTF！

Looking at Henrik's triumphant look, Roger really regretted that he had just helped him out.

"A scumbag like you deserves to be beaten to death."

"You know what?"

Henrik sneered.

"It's a personal charm, and I haven't provoked a married woman, both parties are voluntary."

Henrik's ass writhed in the chair, and he was close to a tail growing behind him.

Just then, the door to the bar was opened, and a girl who looked a little thin walked in.

The girl was wearing a linen-colored jacket and a pair of light blue jeans, she was not tall, compared to the height of Western women, and even petite.

Her light blonde hair was tied back behind her head, and her face was without makeup, making her look a little haggard.

On this occasion, solo women were rare, and most of them came in with regular squads or with fellow witchers.

The sudden intrusion of this girl attracted everyone's attention, but after all, the people who could come here were demon hunters, and there were no so-called little hooligans who came forward to talk to them.

Everyone only glanced at each other for a few moments, and then went about their own business.

The girl's arrival caught Henrik's attention.

"Ingmar's daughter?"

"According to her character, she rarely lets her daughter come to this kind of place."

Just then, the girl walked up to the bar and seemed to say something to the man in the hat, who shook his head and rejected her with a solemn expression.

The man in the hat was the owner of the bar, and he didn't look good, but he was an exorcist who had entered the transcendent realm.

Vincent.

Behind him stood some powerful family of exorcists.

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

He took out a metal stick as thick as chopsticks from under the bar and reached out to strike an ancient clock on the right side of the bar.

Dangdang!

The crisp sound spread throughout the bar, and almost as soon as the bell rang, the originally noisy sounds in the bar immediately fell silent.

"Whenever there is a task request, Vincent will use this form to remind everyone present."

Henrik explained to Roger.

At this time, Vincent cleared his throat, "There is a temporary mission, and this lady Hathaway has proposed that after listening to the specific mission information, if anyone is willing to accept the task, they can find this lady alone." ”

Vincent gestured with his hand.

Hathaway clenched her fists and stood at the counter a little nervously.

She rarely seemed to speak on such occasions, and there was some timidity in her blue eyes, and she quickly glanced at everyone in the room, and then lowered her head again.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Ingmar's daughter, Hathaway."

"My mother was a demon hunter."

"Ingmar?"

There were many people who nodded thoughtfully, although the popularity of firearms has increased the number of female demon hunters, but in terms of physical strength and temperament, the number of women who have really become demon hunters is still very rare.

So 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 five days have passed and she still hasn't returned."

"So I want to entrust someone else to help me find her."

Hathaway plucked up her courage and looked up at everyone.

"Second mission?" Someone in the audience frowned.

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

"Does it mean that the value of the missing target's value is worth the reward, or is it double the reward!"

"Because the first failure is the danger level of the mission, if you want others to participate, you need to pay more than that value."

The man who spoke looked at Hathaway, as if he was suspicious of her financial strength.

"Money or goods of equal value."

Vincent spoke from the side.

"Tell me about your pay, Miss Hathaway."

"I ......"

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

As she spoke, she opened her handbag and took out a wooden box, which opened and a blue plant was placed in it.

The roots of the plant were pale and a clump of grayish-white dirt attached to it, and the blue leaves were very fresh, as if they had just been dug out of the ground.

"Witch grass?"

After reading the contents of the box, everyone in the audience shook their heads.

"It's really rare, but it's rarely used and it's hard to sell for a good price."

"If it's just this one thing, it's not worth enough to make us desperate."

Everyone shook their heads.

At this moment, the big man who spoke before glanced at the girl's body a few times, and he laughed strangely, "Although the figure is a little worse, but it is still beautiful, if there is nothing else, you can accompany me." ”

"Hahaha!"

Hearing his words, everyone else burst into laughter.

"Come on, John, she's just a little girl."

Someone laughed and broke the siege.

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

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

"If I can bring my mother back safely, don't say it once, even if it is 10 years, I will promise you!"

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

The man named John was stunned, then stood up abruptly, the seriousness that flashed in the girl's eyes made him flinch a little.

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

"I apologize to you for the joke."

"You're an amazing girl!"

The dried glass was placed on the table, and the man picked up the hat and put it on his head.

"I'm sorry, you're too poorly paid to be worth the risk for this."

With that, he gestured to Vincent's head and turned to leave the bar.

John's words speak for the hearts of others, and no one wants to take risks without adequate pay.

The girl stood in front of the bar, her newly mustered courage instantly shattered, and she looked around but no one was willing to help.

Just then, Henrik stood up, "Let's go over and have a look." ”

"Ingmar seems to be in some trouble."

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