They rushed back to Marsh Town overnight, instead of going to the lakeside hut that Roger rented, the two found a motel at random.

After a brief wash, he fell asleep in a hurry. For nearly two days and two nights, his spirit and body had almost reached their limit.

The next morning, he woke up refreshed.

Henrik told Roger that the Hunter's Guild had sent people to the farm, and it was estimated that it was almost packed.

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

Roger called Amanda again, and this time Amanda's voice came from the opposite side after the phone rang a few times.

The red-haired girl seemed to have been up all night, and her voice sounded extremely tired. She made an appointment to meet at the town square at noon, but Amanda hung up the phone in a hurry.

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

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

"How have you been these few days?"

Thomas rolled up from the bed with his waist in his arms. He looked Roger up and down, "Brother, you look really tired. Pay attention to your body..."

Thomas said earnestly.

"Hehe."

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

Will he die here?

Pushing this vicious thought out of his mind, Roger informed Thomas that the vacation was over, and after lunch, he picked up Amanda, and they returned to Bay Town together.

The Murloc Festival in the town has officially started. The town is decorated with lights and festoons, and there is an endless stream of tourists who come here admiringly. To be honest, after going through this mission, Roger really wants to relax.

Marsh Town Center Square.

The dark clouds that had lasted for several days finally dissipated and the sun shone brightly. Roger and the others waited in the square for a long time before Amanda arrived late.

Betty didn't accompany her. It was a stout woman who sent Amanda here. Roger didn't care, but Henrik's eyes stayed on her for a while.

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

"What's the matter, didn't you rest well?"

Roger asked concerned.

"Um."

Amanda nodded lightly and stopped talking, looking out the car window with blank eyes.

Roger didn't ask too much, but he always felt that something seemed to happen to Amanda.

Among the four people in the car, Thomas was the most heartless one. He was holding his mobile phone and he didn't know who he was texting with, and he let out bursts of profligate laughter from time to time.

The road back was also quiet. As it gradually approached Bay Town, the number of vehicles on the road began to increase. Obviously, these were tourists who came to participate in the Murloc Festival.

The closer you get to the town, the stronger the festive atmosphere. The residents of Bay Town attach more importance to this festival than Roger imagined. Not to mention the shops along the street, even the fronts of every house are covered with various decorations.

In the coastal area radiated by the entire city of Bordeaux, in terms of the unique town culture, it is estimated that only the mermaid on the other side can compare.

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

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

Roger was about to say goodbye but was stopped by Henrik.

"I have something for you."

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

The box is brown-black in color as a whole, and there are only patterns on the surface of the wooden material itself. There is a damaged area in the lower right corner, and it seems that something has been artificially erased.

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

"The weapon you want."

"A sword!"

Henrik replied, an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

Roger's attention was all attracted by the wooden box in front of him, and he didn't notice the expression on Henrik's face.

"So fast! Didn't you say it's hard to get it?" Roger can't wait to open the box and take a closer look, but considering where the two are now, he can only hold back his curiosity.

"This is 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..."

"Here you are, you just keep it!"

"Your performance in the past two days is worthy of it."

Henrik almost forced the wooden box into Roger's hands, "Take the things and get out, and return it to me if you don't want it!"

"That's not necessary!"

Roger flexibly shrank back, "Next time there is a similar thing, I will definitely be on call!"

"Humph!"

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

"The union has sent me a partner exorcist, who is already on the way, and should be here in a short time."

"So this should be the last cooperation between us."

"Nice job, boy!"

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

Roger put the backpack he had brought back into the room. After thinking about it, he went to the next door to inform Amanda, and then rushed to the cabin in the forest with the wooden box and some necessities.

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

A cold light suddenly appeared, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. Roger knew that this was just an illusion caused by the light reflected from the sword.

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

The blade is wider and thicker. It can be used for slashing with both hands, and it can be swung a few times. This weight is just right for Roger now.

The notice on the bulletin board reminded Roger that he had obtained a fine steel sword, and his personal rating rose slightly.

"Finally looking like something."

The blade of the sword, like autumn water, reflected the cold light. Roger just tried it briefly, and the thick wooden stick was easily cut off.

The blade trembled, beeping with a certain frequency.

Carry out an exercise according to the general swordsmanship training method. Although he did not use concentration potion or pain potion, Roger can easily feel the difference from the past.

There seems to be a special connection between him and the weapon in his hand. Although it is weak, it makes his understanding of the use of weapons reach a new level.

Reluctantly inserting the steel sword in his hand back into the scabbard, Roger came to the study, but he remembered the rewards mentioned on the bulletin board.

New formula and new magic circle.