"We're glad you're joining us."

Henrik smiled and shook Roger's hand.

"To be honest, I've always been hesitant, demon hunters are a dangerous job after all, and the mortality rate is extremely high."

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to pull you in." Henrik looked at Roger.

"But the first time we went on a mission, I knew that you were born to do this!"

"Sharp and patient at the same time, it's hard to believe that you were just a teenager on your last mission."

Henrik lavishly praised.

It was rare to see Henrik like this, and Roger was a little skeptical for a while if this guy had any intentions for him.

Roger always felt that the drunken and lying state was Henrik's true face.

"Didn't you say you were going to take me to meet someone?" Roger asked, "When are we leaving?" ”

Henrik eats the roasted sausage on the plate.

"No, she's already seen you."

"She?" Roger was slightly stunned, then looked around.

"Where?"

"Don't look for it, you can't find it."

Ate the food from the disc and wiped your mouth.

"Someone interviewed me?"

Henrik nodded.

"Sort of."

"The head of the city of Bordeaux and the surrounding area."

"She's hiding in the crowd?" Roger was a little curious.

"Teenager, this doesn't seem like a concern for you."

"Smack!"

Henrik placed a stack of documents on the table.

"The mission location is in Mermaid Town."

"I don't know what I'm doing, that hell place is getting more and more peaceful." Henrik muttered.

"Take a brief look, according to my guess, it should just be a low-level evil spirit, with the experience of the last time, you should be considered familiar with the road."

Roger collected the information but didn't check it immediately, there are a lot of people here, so let's go back and look through it slowly.

Seeing this scene, Henrik nodded quietly, many of Roger's performances were impeccable, and many orthodox-trained junior hunters could not do it to his level.

"The holiday is over, I'll see if I can find an excuse then."

With Henrik's income, Roger, who is financially independent, can actually live alone.

Moved out of Andreine's house and threw himself into the demon hunt.

He had discussed this issue with Henrik not long ago.

At the time, Henrik did not hesitate to veto him.

Henrik tells Roger that the thrill of licking blood from a knife can easily get demon hunters into excitement, and that the tedious reality of life will become meaningless in the process.

Over time, the sense of fragmentation in one's life will be magnified, and the long period of killing and hunting will gradually affect one's mind.

Although it was not explicitly stated, Roger could still guess from Henrik's words that something terrible must have happened to a hunter who was immersed in killing.

Maybe one day, demon hunters will also become the prey of others.

Listening to Henrik's admonition, Roger's mind lightened a lot, he was destined to become a demon hunter, but again, he was first and foremost a human being.

What's the point of life if it's all but killing and hunting?

My goal was to build a castle like Kyl Mohan, preferably filled with like-minded friends, whether she was a demon hunter, a sorceress, a witch, or a banshee.

Enjoying life is fundamental.

"Don't worry, we'll arrange it for you." Henrik nodded at Roger.

"Trust me, I can definitely send you to Swamp Town for the most reasonable reason."

Henrik stood up.

"Oh, yes!"

"This mission is very simple, it can be regarded as a separate test."

"If you pass, you can officially take up your post."

"Wait!"

Roger spoke suddenly.

"The trial task is complete, do you have any money to get it?"

Henrik paused for two seconds before he burst out with a foul word, "Shit, are you so short of money?" ”

Roger pouted, "I'm the one who wants to buy a big house." ”

Lots of big houses.

Besides, I learned this from you.

On the way back, Roger suddenly thought of the arrival of the Son that Ivy had mentioned before she died.

"The Son has come?"

"Where did you hear that?"

Henrik's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is it your family's account?"

Henrik didn't dwell on the question.

"This is the good name that the madmen of the Three Holy Spirits have given themselves, of course, the other forces are similar, what the Chosen Son, the Son of Destiny, the Son of God and the like."

"In short, how tall and how to name it."

Henrik drove Roger towards Andreine's house.

"Isn't it?"

To be honest, when he first heard the news, the first thing that came to Roger's mind was himself.

Unknown identities, blank memories, and souls from another world, all seem to coincide with the legendary Son.

"Am I destined to be the man who wants to change the world?"

But at this time, listening to Henrik's tone, this so-called Holy Son seemed to be different from what he imagined.

Henrik sneered.

"It's just a bunch of executioners."

Arriving at the neighborhood near Andreine's house, Henrik slowly stopped the car, "The struggle between witchers and these monsters has never stopped since ancient times. ”

"Your family's inheritance may be mutilated, and you may not remember anything about this aspect, but have you ever wondered how these monsters appeared?"

"Aren't they already in this world?"

Henrik shook his head.

"Many ancient myths, legends and folk tales have their secular roots, and these roots are the so-called Holy Son."

"They're outsiders."

"I don't know how to come to this world, but every time it appears, it affects the surrounding environment."

"The energy becomes active, the animals and plants are abnormal, or some people awaken special talents......"

"And these who cause change are called the Son."

"Every time, an organization like the Three Holy Spirits pounces on them like sharks that smell blood, and they capture these adventers, imprison, dissect, and study them!"

"How can there be any brave and so-called children of destiny who save the world."

"The reality is cruel, the lucky ones may die in the experiment, the unfortunate ones will stay alive, and then repeat the never-ending experiment!"

"And this is also one of the important sources for them to obtain mystical rituals and advance to transcendent ranks."

Henrik lit a cigarette.

"Of course, most of these so-called Adventists are not powerful, even if there are slightly stronger ones, they are quickly captured under the pressure of technology."

"That's why they're so keen on finding the Son."

"Of course, there are occasional misses."

"Thirty years ago, there was a big guy near the city of Bordeaux." He glanced at Roger, "If you're interested, you can check the news." ”

"It's so big that even the power of the state can't cover it up."