While eating breakfast in the restaurant, news of Sherman's killing spread throughout the town.

In Bay Town, Sherman is a veritable star, with many people working on his fishing grounds, and his death has naturally caused an uproar.

"I've heard it's a love killing."

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

"How did I hear it was a commercial dispute?"

Because of Sherman's death, public opinion in the town is like a storm.

Discussions come and go, there is no specific official statement, and sometimes people don't care about the truth and just want to give more talk to the boring life.

Amanda looked at Roger suspiciously.

"What do you see me doing?"

"Weird?"

"What's weird? Do you still think Sherman's death has anything 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."

"Huh." Roger smiled awkwardly.

"I overheard Andreine's call." Roger casually explained.

But even so, Amanda still doesn't seem to let go of her doubts.

When he came to school, Bob naturally didn't show up, and I heard that he didn't come home last night, so he escaped a catastrophe.

There is nothing to talk about after a whole day of study, Roger naturally still drinks medicine to enter the study state, and when he is tired, he lies down and rests for a while, although he feels that a lot of knowledge is useless, but since he promised Adeline, he doesn't want to break his promise.

After what happened before, now all the students in the school know that Roger is not easy to mess with, and naturally no one dares to talk to him, Roger is idle, and just casually copes with Thomas.

This guy has no heart, but his expertise in wildlife is solid, and he has a lot of knowledge for creatures that only exist in legends.

Because of Sherman's death, the whole town has become panicked, and the town has not been peaceful recently, and several people have died one after another.

After school, the three of them settled dinner in the dining room, and until late, Adeline did not return.

As night fell, Roger drew the curtains and moved around the room, practicing the elven short knife technique.

Elven Short Knife Technique LV2: The transformation between life and death is better than repeated grinding during practice, and you are used to integrating into your muscles, and you have completely mastered the power of the knife technique, which is fast and accurate, and can burst out with terrifying lethality even when you are tired.

In the last few days, all of Roger's experiences have been focused on short knives, and his cultivation of general swordsmanship is a little worse.

However, there is no way to do it, maybe when Henrik completely solves the beast attack, Roger will have the opportunity to integrate into his cultivation wholeheartedly.

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

"I don't have a weapon to take advantage of......"

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

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

Tuk tuk!

Just as he was thinking about something, there was a sudden sound outside the window.

A familiar face appeared.

Roger opened the window, and Henrik expertly climbed in.

"What are you going to do?"

"Shall I tell you to go with you?"

Henrik said as a matter of course.

"That seems to be your business, right?" Roger said with a wooden face.

Henrik smiled nonchalantly, "Inherited from a family of demon hunters, I don't believe you're not interested in these things." ”

"And ......"

"Don't you have the interest to become a real demon hunter?"

Seeing the intention in Roger's eyes, Henrik took out something and threw it away.

"Yours!"

This time, Roger didn't let the thing fall to the ground.

Syllable.

Roger's eyes lit up.

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

The hilt was wrapped in a gray animal skin, and it felt surprisingly good, as if it had been made for him.

Tall and narrow, dull in color, about two and a half fingers wide, the material Roger couldn't distinguish, he tried to swing a few times, the sharp blade cut through the air, but the sound was extremely soft.

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

"It's taken me a bit of thought."

Henrik said.

"Traditional demon hunters are rare these days, and although cold weapons are still in use, they are no longer the mainstream."

"And the more advanced weapons...... Even if it is given to you, it will not work. ”

"A traditional demon hunter?"

"Could it be that demon hunters are still divided into traditional and modern?"

Roger was stunned.

"Why not?"

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

Seeing the unconvincing in Roger's eyes, Henrik smiled, "If you pull away, you won't even have a chance to make a move." ”

"Don't equate us with ordinary gunslingers."

"Our optic nerves, reaction speed, and hands are all specially strengthened."

"This is incomparable to ordinary people."

"Get closer, you'll just die faster."

Henrik sneered.

"But it's not without its drawbacks, modern demon hunters rely too much on weapons, and it's fine to deal with some ordinary events, but if you face some real ......"

Henrik sighed.

"All you need to know is that if you want to continue the path of the traditional demon hunter, 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 one of the few families that still have a legacy."

"Or try your luck at the sunrise in the east."

"Times are different."

Henrik folded his hands and the pistol disappeared into his hands.

"It's getting late, we need to hurry."

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

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

Coming into the woods, Henrik pulled out the hand tie he had obtained from Sherman yesterday and took out a page from it.

"That Sherman has some means, this ritual he held, although it was a little cruel, but the effect was really significant, once he succeeded, once he succeeded, ......"

Henrik apparently came prepared, pulling out a few jars of unknown red liquid, pungent powder, strange herbs, and miserable white bones from a square leather case.

The pendant on his chest was slightly hot, which was enough to show that none of the things Henrik had taken out were mortal.

"If you want to activate a mystical ritual, you either have the corresponding energy or use extraordinary spellcasters."

Henrik explained casually.

Hearing this, Roger was slightly stunned, from beginning to end, none of the potions he configured had used any transcendent substances.

Is it the peculiarity of the hunter's hut?