After killing the second fish-man, Roger, who was completely out of strength, staggered and fell to the ground, gasping for air, and his two arms were completely unable to lift due to muscle strain.

However, after only a short rest, he stood up again, picked up the wooden stick that had fallen in the distance, and smashed it at the fishman's head a few times, until he was sure that the other party was dead, and then slowly approached, and broke the iron axe stuck in his skull.

In the movies of his previous life, there were too many plots of being counter-killed, and he didn't want to be the protagonist of failure.

When he came to the door, there was a big hole in the door, and the wind swept the rain in, and the faint sound of gunfire could be heard in the lighthouse in the distance.

Roger couldn't take a break, he shuddered to find the nails and planks, he didn't know if there would be other monsters to attack next, but at least the broken doors and windows should be slightly repaired.

As for the lighthouse, he is afraid to go now.

Listening to the gunshots, I'm afraid the situation there will not be too good, in this kind of stormy night, if you approach rashly, you may be treated as a monster by Kant and blow off your head with one shot.

To Roger's great rejoicing, I don't know if it was because Kant's side attracted attention, until he barely blocked the hole, and no monsters approached around the cabin.

The room was bloody, but at this time Roger didn't care too much about it, he held the iron axe, and stayed up until dawn in exhaustion.

The sky cleared, and the showers stopped.

Smack!

Outside the wooden house, a tall figure strode with a shotgun and stepped on the stagnant water.

"Whoosh!"

Before he could get close to the cabin, a round thing suddenly flew into the air and tumbled and landed at his feet.

Kant looked down, and his face changed suddenly.

Roger stood outside the door with his axe in his hand, and he looked at Kant in the distance, "Dear Mr. Kant, can you tell me what this thing is?"

The blood on his face was not wiped dry, it was sticky on it, and after the blood coagulated, with the change of Roger's expression, a face looked extremely hideous.

"You're not dead?"

Looking at the fish-man's head at his feet, Kant's eyes widened and he looked at Roger in surprise.

"You seem to want me dead?"

Roger spoke in a somewhat impulsive tone.

Kant didn't care, he obviously hadn't recovered from the shock.

After only a slight hesitation, Kant sighed, "Since you have seen it, then I can't hide it from you." ”

He gave Roger a deep look.

"What an incredible guy."

"Go wash up, and then go to the lighthouse and find me, and I'll tell you everything I know."

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and Roger relaxed a little, only then did he notice that the model of the wooden house in his mind was glowing faintly.

"The monster corpse was detected, and the usable parts were found, and there was no dissection and alchemy room in the basic structure of the wooden house, and the relevant functions could not be opened."

"The Bestiary has been updated, and the Alchemy Note has been updated......"

Seeing this news, Roger's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the study, although after last night's battle, it was a mess.

But in his field of vision, the books were in perfect condition on the shelves.

Roger pulls out the Bestiary.

The books that were originally empty had some words and patterns on them.

Gulf Fishmen: An inferior mutant that lives near isolated islands, possesses a human-like basic structure, is between 1.3 meters and 1.6 meters tall as an adult, and is similar in strength to a normal human adult male.

Brutal and fast-moving, with sharp claws and teeth, the scales on the surface of the body can provide considerable defense.

Live together.

Weaknesses: Heart, tail vertebrae, and lower limb joints.

Some structures such as gills and lungs can be used to extract special substances for the manufacture of medicines.

In addition to a brief introduction to the name, there is a clear picture on it that shows the creature from multiple angles.

Roger couldn't help but sigh that if he had seen the news in advance last night, it would have been easier to deal with.

Fortunately, he had prepared some small mechanisms in the room in advance to deal with Kant's possible attack, otherwise, even if he could kill the fishman, he would probably have died of serious injuries.

The back is just a skin injury, and it should be enough to let Kant help deal with it briefly.

What was updated in the alchemy notes was an alchemy potion with the body parts of the Gulf Fishman as the main material, and there were too many things needed, so Roger just looked at it casually and put it back in its place.

It's a pity that there is no so-called dissection room and alchemy room, otherwise most of the materials on the monster should be able to be applied.

There is no way to solve these problems in the wooden house in front of him, and Roger has also thought about expanding, but unfortunately, this method will not work at all.

"Hopefully, if I have the opportunity in the future, I can find a bigger house."

"Maybe one day, I can recreate a castle like Kylemohan in this world, and raise a few lovely sorceresses......"

With his mind in mind, he began to look forward to a happy life in the future.

Roger walked to the beach to wash the blood off his body, and he looked at the young face reflected in the calm water, and he was slightly distracted for a while.

It was a young and even somewhat immature face, with black hair, which looked like a half-race, but at this moment, there was something in the eyes of the face that made Roger feel a little frightened.

That's a little bit of excitement.

Excited about what?

Killing, or the rest of your life?

It must be the latter, Roger said silently to himself.

After changing his clothes, he wiped the iron axe and pinned it to his waist, and then came to the iron gate under the lighthouse.

"The door is unlocked."

Kant's voice came from inside.

Roger pushed the door open, and inside Kant was cleaning up the clutter, piling some of the clutter aside and clearing a small area.

"From today onwards, you'll stay here for the night."

Roger was slightly stunned, but immediately after, Kant's words let him know the reason.

"They'll come again."

"As long as the storm continues, they could come back at any time."

Kant repeated.

"Storm?"

Roger suddenly remembered the night he came to the island, normal people would not choose to go out in that kind of weather situation, now it seems that Kant should be investigating the situation, and happened to meet himself who was washed ashore.

"What's that?"

Roger asked.

Kant frowned slightly at the sight of the word, but he thought for a moment, "Call them whatever you want, fish-people?" Water ghosts?"

"Anyway, they're not human."

"Do the police know what's going on here?"

This is Roger's main concern, and many problems can be seen from the official attitude towards these monsters.

"How is that possible?"

Kant sneered.

"I told them once, but the guys with in their heads thought I was crazy."

"You can show them the evidence, with the corpses of these fishmen......" Roger was stunned at this, and he suddenly realized that he had not seen a single fish-man corpse around the lighthouse.

Kant raised an eyebrow.

"Aware of the problem?"

"Except for the ones in your room, none of the corpses have been left so far, and all the dead monsters have been dragged away by their companions."

"Who knows where they went, maybe they were eaten." Kant said lightly.

He exhaled, "I'm going to start from the beginning with all this stuff." ”