"That knife you just now is a little handsome."

Henrik nodded approvingly, and then added slowly.

"I have the demeanor of a small part of what I used to be."

"The strength and timing are just right."

Henrik analyzed it matter-of-factly.

"A knife just cut through the opponent's cheek, and then pierced the palm of the person behind him, it seems that you are really talented in cold weapons."

"A minute earlier or a minute later can have terrible consequences, tsk." Henrik looked Roger up and down.

"Promising."

Roger smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, I didn't think much about it at all......"

Henrik's smile froze on his face.

"You're not sure, you dare to throw it?"

"What about the dead?!"

Henrik stretched out his hand with a tiger face, "Give me back the knife!" ”

In fact, it wasn't that Roger made a random move in order to be handsome, but when his elven short knife technique entered level 2, his body naturally formed an intuition.

He can't go wrong with that knife.

With Roger's deterrence, the others immediately relented, and the inquiry went smoothly, but after putting together all the information, Henrik frowned.

"It's a little quirky......"

"That night, all of them claimed to have seen ghosts, but only one of them died."

"The guy who died is named Del, and judging from his death, this ghost has evolved to the level of an evil spirit, which can have a great impact on the spirit of ordinary people."

"According to its rank, this group of young people needs to be at least half dead to be able to barely fill the resentment in his heart."

At this time, the sky outside was overcast, and it seemed that a rainstorm would come at any moment.

"I'll be in the manor for a while, what should I do?" Roger asked.

"Under normal circumstances, there are three main levels of ghosts that we can come into contact with."

"The most basic ghosts, advanced evil spirits, and demon spirits with a certain physical attack."

"Ordinary ghosts basically don't have much attack power, and can only affect the perception of ordinary people through some mental illusions, in short, their means of attack are actually only intimidation."

"Killing ordinary people by creating fear in all sorts of ways."

"Advanced evil spirits can already manipulate the perception of ordinary people and make them form a wide range of hallucinations, and the more advanced ones can possess the human body, and in some cases can even wander during the day."

"And the last demon spirits are very rare, in addition to the above abilities, their bodies can also transform between virtual and real, and can actively attack."

"Ordinary people face this kind of monster, basically come and die as many as they want. And according to rumors, some powerful spirits can even break away from the sojourn and evolve to a higher level. ”

"The kind of thing we are facing has obviously departed from the most basic state and evolved into an evil spirit."

Henrik rubbed his hands together.

"It's a bit of a hassle, but there's no risk."

He pulled out the pocket watch and handed it to Roger.

"Carrying it with you can counteract the influence of evil spirits on you, and at the same time keep your spirit, and the evil spirits in the manor will not do you any harm."

"And what do you do?"

"I have a medal from the Hunters' Guild, and this thing has a certain effect."

Then Henrik pulled out his silver pistol, "I have a way to deal with it, as long as you can help me find its trajectory, scatter the visible dust, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

"Is that all?"

"I wish I could help."

Henrik silently stopped the car, then turned his head to look at Roger, the expression on his face was indescribably solemn.

"I don't want you to be one of the countless trainee hunters who die every year because of greed."

"For a task like this, I can guarantee your safety, but I hope you can understand that a person's growth takes time, hone the technique and learn the knowledge step by step, and then sum up the experience in the trials again and again."

"Don't be like ......"

Henrik stopped talking.

As if feeling a little heavy in his words, Henrik pulled out another brown medicine bottle.

"Apply it to your dagger, this thing can do a little damage to the evil spirit, although it is limited, but it can keep him away from you."

Roger uncorked the bottle, and a foul smell greeted him, and just then, a new message appeared on the notice board.

"An unknown potion was detected, the entries were sorted out, and they were grouped together under the list of evil spirit oils, and the specific formula was sorted out......"

It was getting gloomy and gloomy, and it was not yet evening, but it looked like it was getting dark.

"We've got to hurry, Hannum Manor is still a little bit away."

Henrik starts the car and gets back on the road.

Although this raunchy middle-aged man may not seem very reliable, he actually thinks a lot about Roger.

"Be cautious and try not to make a mess."

Roger doesn't want to be the kind of oil bottle in the movies, he has a hunter's hut, and with patience, he can definitely become strong in no time.

Strength can be built quickly, but experience needs to be honed, and that's what he wants to learn from Henrik.

After all, it has been less than two months since he crossed into this world, but he has grown from a weak teenager to a trainee hunter far beyond ordinary people.

This progress is already terrifying.

From Henrik, Roger also felt for the first time the inheritance of demon hunters, not power, but faith and deeds.

He suddenly remembered Kyle Mohan from the game, those familiar names, Viselmir, Geralt, ......

There was thunder in the sky, and soon the rain was pouring down, and the bean-sized drops were crackling, and Henrik had to reduce his speed repeatedly.

The rain was endless, and by the time they reached Hannum Manor, it was completely dark.

Hannam Manor is a large area with large farmland, but it has been completely abandoned due to previous tragedy.

The manor is a few years old, and at the end of the courtyard is a baroque building, green vines climbing up the walls, but in the dark night, like twisted tentacles.

"It's a good place."

Henrik walked briskly into the manor in a trench coat.

The building has three floors, with a two-storey hall at the main entrance, the first floor for the maid gardener's living room, the second floor for the guest rooms and lounge, and the third floor for Hannum and his wife, Edith.

"The murder happened in the master bedroom on the third floor, and we went straight to it."

Henrik pulled out his pistol and walked briskly upstairs, while Roger clenched his dagger as well.

The whole house was empty, the furniture was almost emptied, the rain outside hit the windows, which made people irritated, the door to the master bedroom was closed, Henrik carefully pushed open a crack in the door, and Roger looked intently.