After the ceremony was completed, a faint red light rose into the sky.

"The guy who started the ceremony is dead, and as long as the few infected beasts are dealt with, this task will be considered complete."

Henrik took out a pistol and waited quietly.

"Will there be many?"

"5 people correspond to 5 beasts. Every time a beast is killed, at the same time as the end of a life, the power of the ritual will extract part of the soul of the deceased, and then fuse with the soul of the beast and be absorbed by the caster."

"After absorbing this power, the corresponding beast will also die."

"Now two people have been attacked to death by wild beasts. If I'm not mistaken, there should be three left."

"Three?" Roger muttered softly.

"He killed two of them himself, doesn't that mean...?"

Not long after, seeing the beast coming alone, Henrik blushed, "Maybe it was killed by other animals or hunters."

Even he himself felt that this reason was far-fetched. He casually leaned against a big tree, the muzzle of the gun moved, and the flame suddenly appeared.

A cloud of blood appeared on the wolf's forehead, and then fell down in response.

"Solve it." Henrik blew on the muzzle pretending to be chic.

"You called me over in the middle of the night just to watch you shoot this shot?"

Roger looked at Henrik strangely.

"Will you give me back the knife?"

Henrik held out his hand.

Just kidding, Roger closed his mouth wisely.

"Cough cough."

Henrik cleared his throat, and Roger knew that what he said next was probably the real purpose of this guy.

From last night to now, Henrik's attitude towards him was a little strange, a little too warm and caring.

This feeling is like two people wanting each other, but it is inconvenient to say it because of various reasons.

Originally, there should have been at least three beasts in Henrik's plan, and he could let one of them go to test Roger's ability a little bit.

In fact, what happened last night made him feel good about Roger, but what happened next...

"Can you see some ghosts?"

Before Roger could answer, Henrik continued: "Many years ago, a traditional witcher was not only a powerful warrior, but also a qualified psychic. Although he may not be very powerful, he can deal with some simple ghosts." There is still no problem with the demon spirit."

"However, in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer demon hunters with corresponding talents. Gradually, actions have become collective."

"A standard witcher team needs at least one witcher and a psychic. The former is responsible for fighting head-on, and the latter is responsible for collecting information to detect ghosts, and then giving help at critical moments."

Henrik spread his hands helplessly.

"Too bad, I don't have the corresponding talent, so... some tasks involving ghosts and evil spirits can't be completed now."

Henrik gives Roger a look.

Roger turned a blind eye to Henrik's gaze, "The Hunter's Guild is so shabby that it doesn't even provide you with important combat partners?"

"Ahem!"

"As we all know, the proportion of women in psychic media is very large. Several girls came to me for the application and even fought. Hey... I don't want to do this either."

"But there is no way, handsome mature men are like strong alcohol, they will always catch young girls accidentally."

Seeing Henrik's self-conscious look, Roger couldn't help curling his lips.

No matter how you look at it, this guy doesn't look like he has a good reputation.

"You want me to join you?"

"Join in?"

"No no no!" Henrik shook his head.

"The current you are not qualified. At most, you can help me before the real psychic sent by the guild arrives."

"You want me to help you for nothing?"

"Why?" Henrik smiled.

"I'll take part of my salary, and with that money, you'll be able to buy a lot of new clothes for your little red-haired girlfriend."

As he spoke, he gave Roger an ambiguous look.

After thinking about it for a while, Roger made a decision in his mind, "Guarantee my safety, and then get me another thing, and I will promise you."

"What?"

"Long sword, a long sword suitable for a witcher!"

Henrik frowned, "That thing is not easy to handle, can you change it to something else?"

"Like a gun?"

"I want the sword."

As a qualified witcher, you should have at least two swords on your body, right?

One on the back, one on the body.

Although Roger's main attack method now is the elven short sword technique, but in fact, the general sword technique is the biggest improvement in physical fitness.

Only by improving his swordsmanship to a higher level as soon as possible can he start the next stage of training, reach his physical limit as soon as possible, and prepare for the trail of grasses.

Only after passing the trial of grasses can he be regarded as a veritable demon hunter. By then, many seals should also be usable.

"Okay, I'll try to find it for you."

In the end, Henrik agreed.

"This weekend, it happens that there are abnormalities in the nearby towns that need to be checked."

"Beforehand, I can only see ghosts. I don't know anything about the psychic methods you mentioned."

Roger explained.

"By the way, that grimace you controlled before..."

He has been brooding about it.

"What is that?"

Henrik took out the watch in his arms.

"A little trick."

"It's only useful for surveying simple environments and... lie detection."

"That's exactly what I used on Andrine that day."

Taking the pocket watch from Henrik, Roger's eyes flickered imperceptibly, and in his perception, a new reminder appeared on the notice board of the hunter's cabin.

[ Pocket watch that inhabits the remnant soul: A spellcaster with weak energy, which is refined by special means to wrap the weak soul in it. When placed in a hut, it can slightly increase the overall value of the hut. ]

"Hut value?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

Could it be that the last time the hunter's hut was upgraded, it wasn't due to the loot he got, but the value of the hut increased due to the increased loot?

That is, besides loot, other similar things can also improve the level of the hut?

Faintly, Roger felt that he had found a new promotion channel.

"Is there any other way besides this?"

You know, his current hunter's hut is useless except for a bed and bookshelves.

"I knew it was not enough to have a hut. If you can't do a hardcover, at least you have to have a simple one..."

Roger felt that he had a long way to go.

Well, I really have to pay attention when doing tasks in the future, such as blood-stained combs, soul-staining mirrors, and the like.

This mission took a relatively short time, and after returning, Roger meditated until dawn again.

Not long after he left the house the next morning, Roger heard the breaking news.

Sherman's killer, captured!