Rushing back to Swamp Town overnight, instead of going to Roger's rented lakeside cabin, the two found a random motel.

After a simple wash, I hurriedly fell asleep, and for nearly two days and two nights, my mental and physical strength was almost at my limit.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed.

Henrik told Roger that the Hunters' Guild had sent someone to the farm, and that it was almost cleaned up now.

This time, the mission in Swamp Town was completely completed, and if nothing happened, he would take Roger back to Bay Town in the afternoon.

Roger dialed Amanda again, and this time the phone rang a few times before Amanda's voice rang from the other side.

The red-haired girl seemed to have not slept all night, her voice sounding extremely tired, and after making an appointment to meet at noon in the town center square, Amanda hurriedly hung up the phone.

After breakfast, Henrik took Roger to the lake hut, and as soon as he entered, he saw Thomas lying on the bed like a dead fish.

"Oh...... See who's back?"

"How's it going?"

Thomas lifted himself up from the bed and looked Roger up and down, "Brother, you look so tired. ”

"Pay attention to your body......"

Thomas said earnestly.

"Huh."

Looking at Thomas, whose eyes were blue and he was holding his waist with one hand, Roger suddenly had an idea, if he called this guy another ...... tonight

Will he die here?

Banishing this vicious idea out of his mind, Roger informs Thomas that the vacation is over, and after lunch, Amanda is picked up, and they return to Bay Town together.

The town's Fishman Festival has officially begun, the town is lit up with lights, and there is an endless stream of tourists who come to visit, and to be honest, after this mission, Roger also wants to relax.

Marsh Town Center Square.

The clouds that had been in place for several days finally dissipated and the sun was shining, and Roger and the others waited in the square for a long time before Amanda was late.

Betty didn't accompany her, and it was a stout woman who sent Amanda here, and Roger didn't care, but Henrik's gaze stayed on the other party for a while.

Amanda got into the car and leaned against the window without saying a word, her face was a little pale, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

"What's wrong, didn't you get a good rest?"

Roger asked with concern.

"Hmm."

Amanda nodded lightly and stopped talking, staring out the car window blankly.

Roger didn't ask much, but he always had a sense that something seemed to be going on with Amanda.

Of the four people in the car, Thomas was the most heartless, holding his phone and not knowing who he was texting with, and he let out bursts of debauched laughter from time to time.

The road back was also quiet, and as we approached Baytown, there were more cars on the road, apparently all of whom were tourists who had come to attend the Fish-Man Festival.

The closer you get to the town, the more festive the atmosphere becomes, and the residents of Baytown take this festival far more seriously than Roger imagined, not to mention the shops along the street, even in front of the houses of every house, are also full of decorations.

In the coastal area radiated by the entire city of Bordeaux, in terms of characteristic small-town culture, it is estimated that only the mermaids on the other side can be compared.

There were a lot of tourists in the town, and Andleine helped to keep the order, so she was not at home, and sent Thomas home first, and then came to Andleine's house.

After getting out of the car, Amanda simply thanked her, and went upstairs in a trance, leaving Henrik and Roger behind.

Roger was about to say goodbye when he was stopped by Henrik.

"There's something for you."

Henrik opened the trunk and took out a long wooden box from the hidden compartment.

The box is brownish-black in color, with only the pattern of the wood material itself on the surface, and there is an area in the lower right corner that is broken, as if something has been artificially erased.

Roger vaguely guessed something, but still subconsciously asked, "What is this?" ”

"The weapon you want."

"A sword!"

Henrik replied, a flash of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Roger's attention was drawn to the wooden box in front of him, not noticing the expression on Henrik's face.

"So fast! Didn't you say it was hard to get?" Roger couldn't wait to open the box now to take a closer look, but considering where the two of them were now, he could only suppress the curiosity in his heart.

"It's not a standard weapon."

"It's my personal treasure."

Hearing the emotion in Henrik's words, Roger seemed to understand something, "This thing is too precious......

"Give it to you, and you'll take it!"

"Your performance in the past two days deserves it."

Henrik almost shoved the wooden box into Roger's hand, "Get the things and get out of here, don't just give me back!" ”

"Not really!"

Roger flexibly shrank back, "Next time there's something like this, I'll be absolutely on call!" ”

"Humph!"

Henrik sneered, "I can't afford to take away a weapon from me on a mission, such a high appearance fee." ”

"The union has sent me a partner exorcist, and it's already on its way, and it shouldn't be long before we get here."

"So this should be the last time we work together."

"Well done, boy!"

Henrik patted Roger on the shoulder, started the car and left.

Roger put the backpack he had brought back to his room, thought about it, went next door to inform Amanda, and then hurried to the cabin in the woods with a wooden box and some necessities.

Although he had only been away for a few days, Roger missed his cabin very much, there was no change in the room, and after putting things away, Roger couldn't wait to open the wooden box.

A little cold light appeared, and in an instant, the temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly, and Roger knew that it was just an illusion caused by the reflection of light from the sword's body.

The hilt of the sword was wrapped in an unknown animal skin, and the overall appearance was somewhat different from Roger's impression of the weapons used by ancient knights.

The blade is wider and heavier, and it can be dual-wielded for slashing and swinging a few times, which is just the right weight for Roger now.

The notice board reminds Roger that he has received a fine steel sword, and his personal rating rises slightly.

"It's finally like a spot."

The blade of the sword like autumn water reflected a cold light, and Roger only briefly experimented, and the wooden stick with the thickness of his wrist was easily cut off.

The blade trembled, emitting a beep of a particular frequency.

Exercising according to the general swordsmanship, although he did not use concentration potions or pain potions, Roger could easily appreciate the difference from the past.

There seemed to be a special connection between him and the weapon in his hand, and although it was faint, it took his perception of the use of the weapon to a new level.

Reluctantly inserting the steel sword in his hand back into the scabbard, Roger came to the study, but he remembered the harvest prompted on the notice board.

New recipes and new circles.