What appeared in front of Roger's eyes was a downward passage. The stairs weren't wide, and they could only walk up to three or four people side by side.

He walked down a floor, and a pale, middle-aged man in a butler's uniform stood at the corner of the stairs.

"What do you call you?"

"Roger."

"Oh...... It's a name that goes well with you. ”

"You can call me Vero, please come with me."

The elegance and politeness shown by the other party made Roger feel good.

If...... It's even better if he's a person.

The butler in front of him, although he doesn't look much different from a normal person, his body is even more illusory, and through his body, you can vaguely see the scenery behind him.

Obviously, this is a ghost.

If Henrik's theory is correct, he will be able to keep his senses, have his own mind, and communicate with ordinary people......

Well, it's a wraith.

Aside from the mysterious Anna, this should be the first demon Roger has ever seen.

The most ordinary demon spirits are extraordinary, thinking of this, Roger was slightly nervous, and the muscles in his body subconsciously tensed for a moment.

"Distinguished guests, please don't be nervous."

"As you can see, I'm a goblin, but I'm not a madman, and I won't attack you if I don't have to."

Vero's attitude was still polite, but Roger heard the meaning of the other party's words.

If it's not necessary......

There were surprisingly many stairs down, and the light in the passage was a little dim, but Roger could see clearly, and after going down about four or five floors, the sound seemed to become much more lively.

A few people were picking out something in an open room, and the walls were covered with all kinds of weapons, ranging from cold to hot.

But the most abundant guns are here, and there are some strange crossbows and things like that.

Cold weapons, most of which are hung on them, seem to be rarely cared for.

There were several people standing at the counter, exchanging something with the customers who had purchased weapons.

Vero led Roger to the other side, the people next to him didn't seem to see Vero, Roger watched as the butler pushed open a door, and he followed in.

In the room, a tall, gray-haired man was fiddling with something on the table with his back to Roger.

Roger noticed a stack of papers next to him, the top one......

He was slightly stunned, on the portrait, Roger couldn't see his appearance at all, very strange, behind those seemingly randomly sketched lines, a sense of sharpness rushed towards him.

"That girl seems to have two hits."

Roger thought silently.

At this moment, the gray-haired man turned around, he was a little bald on the top of his head, he looked fierce, and there was a narrow scar on his cheek.

One end of the scar passed through the left eye.

"You're the Roger introduced by Henrik?"

He picked up the paper on the table and glanced at Roger.

"There's something about Henrik, that's not lying."

"It's really rare to see a demon hunter continuing the ancient heritage in addition to the Blood Hunter family this year."

Roger knew from Henrik that the so-called blood hunter families had been passed down for many years, and the inheritors of these families had inhuman blood flowing in them.

Their ancestors had intermarried with some otherworldly beings, and the offspring born of them naturally inherited this bloodline.

So whether it is the starting point or the upper limit, they are much stronger than ordinary people.

It seems that these people, these families are the mainstay of the Hunter Guild now, and ordinary people like Henrik can actually only be regarded as the lowest miscellaneous soldiers.

"Hello Mr. Kret, I think Henrik has already told you what I was here for."

Roger placed his backpack on the table and pulled out the materials inside.

"I want to rebuild a sword."

The old man didn't even look at the original steel sword fragments, he picked up the other two pieces of metal and tossed them slightly.

"It's been a long time since I've come across such a rare material."

At that moment, he stared at another piece of material placed next to him.

Half a pale skull.

In the center of the skull is a small notch.

"This thing ......"

Crete's face changed, "A witch's skull, there seems to be something in it, and the owner of this skull was not low in his life. ”

"At least the second half of the waning moon level!"

"Where did you get this stuff?"

"Not every witch can condense such a skull, it's too rare!"

Holding half of the skull, Kreit couldn't put it down.

"This gap is a sword wound."

Only then did he glance at the shattered steel sword and find the tip of the sword from a pile of fragments.

"The notch fits."

He glanced up at Roger.

"How could a rookie like you kill such a guy, was it killed by some ancestor of the family?"

Roger listened to Krett talking to himself, and he silently shut his mouth.

Well, the old man's brain supplement is indeed very strong.

"yes, that's how it should be."

"Fighting a powerful witch, this sword has actually been damaged, and it's not surprising that it's broken like this now."

The old man gave Roger a tentative look as he spoke.

Roger tried to pretend to be peeped at, "You can see that!" ”

"It's just amazing!"

"Haha!"

Kreit smiled smugly, "Although most of the weapons I sell now are guns, what I'm really good at is cold weapon manufacturing!" ”

Crett put the materials away.

"Tell me, which hand are you good at, and do you have any special requirements for the length and weight of the sword?"

"You can use both hands, and there are a lot of chops and chops, so you need to dual-wield ......"

Roger said the same, Kreit carefully wrote it down, and then he took out a ruler and carefully measured Roger's height and arm length.

even had a brief understanding of Roger's power habits, although he didn't see the finished product, but the old man's professionalism still made Roger feel more at ease.

"I've written it down."

"It can be seen that your attainments in swordsmanship are very deep, although you are far from the master, but at your age, it is already very rare."

"Your strength is good, you should be about to reach the limit, right?"

Roger nodded.

"So I'll help you increase the weight of the steel sword appropriately, leave your mailbox, and I'll send you a sketch tomorrow, and if everything goes well, you should be able to use this weapon within five days!"

"So fast!"

Roger looked delighted.

Kreit also looked very happy, "The materials are rare, and you are also a good hand with a sword, haha, I can't wait to start casting now!" ”

"Okay, please."

Roger left his email address and briefly communicated with Kreit about weapons care.

In the end, he left at the urging of Vero.

Opening the door, the figure that had just been glimpsed in the alley passed by Roger, and it seemed that he had also come to find Kret to forge weapons.

Leaving Royal Street, Roger did not go to pick up the materials that Henrik had collected for him, but called the real estate company he had commissioned earlier.

Well...... Now that you have money in hand, it's time to look at the house.

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