The weather was clear, the sun was shining on the turquoise sea, and the salty sea breeze was rolling up a little wave.

Several pleasure boats patrol the open sea, and from time to time people look around.

"Give up, Mira."

"That guy must have been eaten by a monster."

A tall young man complained.

"We all told him there were monsters on the island, but he didn't believe it, what is happening now?"

"Shut up!"

Mira turned her head and glared angrily.

"Think about it, he saved your life after all!"

Listening to Mira's words, the young man opened his mouth but said nothing.

He admits that he can't get used to Mira's concern for the stranger, but again, as Mira says.

That guy saved himself after all.

"Look, what's that?"

Just then, someone on board shouted loudly.

Startled, several people ran to the railing as fast as they could, and the white fins on the sea in the distance were rapidly approaching.

The peculiar shape is subconsciously reminiscent of a brutal sea creature.

"Sharks?!"

"It doesn't seem to be one!"

Only then did everyone notice that the water near the shark was a little muddy, and not far away, there were also a few rapidly approaching white shadows under the water.

Just as everyone was exclaiming, the water splashed on the sea, and a figure broke out of the water.

It turned out to be a person.

A man who couldn't see his face clearly, holding a steel sword in his hand.

Accompanied by the figure that burst out, the shark beneath him also jumped out of the water, a hole in the abdomen was cut, and the internal organs crackled and fell into the water.

The thick smell of blood attracted other hunters.

But at this moment, the figure in mid-air flipped and landed straight on the back of one of the biting sharks.

The steel sword in his hand pierced the shark in an instant!

"Luo ...... Roger?"

Mira couldn't help but exclaim, and at this moment, the others around also saw the face of the figure.

It was Roger, who had taken them away from the island not long ago.

"This guy isn't dead?"

The tall young man couldn't help but mutter.

But at this time, Mira didn't care about getting angry with him at all, "Help!" ”

"Everyone, help!"

The water splashed on the surface of the sea, and a large area of blood spread, quickly staining the nearby area red.

The blood blurred their vision, and everyone didn't know what was going on under the sea, and a few young men with spearguns couldn't help.

Grunt.

Syllable!

I don't know how long later, in the center of the red-dyed blood, a figure surfaced, and he shook off the water stains on his face, revealing a familiar face.

"It's you?"

At this time, Roger also saw the crowd on the edge of the fence, his gaze swept over Mira's face, and in an instant he seemed to understand something.

Even if they are proficient in water, ordinary demon hunters have little hope of surviving when they encounter schools of sharks in the sea.

However, with the addition of the Hunter's Hut, Roger is an absolute monster level in terms of water nature, and with the Quinn Fa Seal Protector, it is only a matter of time before he kills all these sharks.

On the boat, everyone was naturally very curious about Roger's origin, but Roger didn't explain too much.

For Mira, Roger was still very grateful, he didn't expect this girl to be just talking that day.

I didn't receive a call from myself for two days in a row, I went to the port to inquire, and the rented boat didn't return to the port, so the girl actually paid a lot of money and rented all the nearby boats to look for his traces.

Without their extensive search, Roger wouldn't have known how long he would have been adrift at sea.

Looking at Mira's attitude, Roger at this time only needs to be a little more proactive......

But at the moment, he was really in no mood, left each other's contact information, and told the girl that if she encountered difficulties that could not be solved, she must notify herself in time.

When he returned to the port, Roger separated from the others and went to the cemetery hut.

There were several missed calls on the phone, and in addition to Henrik and Ingmar, there was also Terry.

Roger pulled back, Henrik was on a mission, and hung up after a few words.

Terry told Roger that many of the alchemy materials collected this time were very precious, and he was afraid that he would not be able to collect them all in a short time.

Several of them even had to be figured out by Roger himself.

The news made Roger frown.

Without the aid of alchemy elixir, his ascension speed would be affected, but there was no better way for him to do so at the moment.

He could only jot down a few of the materials that Terry couldn't collect, and then hung up.

Since his last departure from Bordeaux, Roger has returned straight to Baytown, spending his time in a cemetery hut except for the recent time when he went to sea.

Although Dickinson's words in the Hunters' Guild made Roger wary, the attitude he showed several times before and after was really intriguing.

It doesn't seem to be very aggressive, just testing something.

At first, Roger didn't know how to deal with Dickinson's temptation, but after returning from the fishing village, he basically determined the identity of his body, and some thoughts were firm in his heart.

He might be able to reach out to Dickinson, but he needs to think of a perfect plan, and if he can't, he can only get out of here completely.

The afternoon sun was shining, and Roger ordered a cup of coffee and waited patiently.

Jingle bell.

There was a noise at the door, and someone pushed the door and walked in.

Roger didn't move, he was still planning an escape route in his head.

He currently has two of the best options.

A black top hat was placed on the table, and Dickinson's smiling face appeared in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Roger."

Dickinson smiled.

"A hot cup of coffee, thank you."

He said to the service staff not far away.

"I didn't expect us to meet so soon."

He looked Roger up and down.

"Looks like there's something wrong with your body?"

Instead of answering Dickinson's question, Roger stared into the other's eyes.

"Who the hell are you?"

"As I said, we're one kind."

"I don't understand what you mean."

Roger clearly didn't want to hear such a specious answer.

"I understand your concerns, and in fact, we've been watching you."

"We?"

Roger raised an eyebrow.

"Of course."

Dickinson took the coffee from the waitress, opened his mouth as if pouring water, and poured the coffee from the cup in one gulp.

"The temperature is a little bit worse."

Place the cup on the table.

"You don't think you're the only one in this world who is special, do you?"

"We are all the same, our souls come from another world, and the bodies we are using are those that belong to someone else."

"We are all strangers to this world."

"In the first place, I spent a lot of effort trying to kill the soul that originally existed in this body."

"But alas, no matter how perfect our bodies are, we can't hold our souls."

Dickinson seemed a little itchy and reached out to scratch his neck.

Click!

The grinding of nails against skin made a screeching sound.

"This body is going to collapse, and I'm going to have to find a way to get a new one."

He glanced at Roger.

"What about you, what's wrong with your body?"

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