I'm inconvenient now, what about when it's convenient?

Roger felt as if he understood the meaning of the red-haired girl's words.

"You mean, let me wait?"

With such doubts, he fell asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Amanda had left, leaving a note with a smiling face on her desk.

After breakfast, Roger drove directly to the University of Bordeaux. He had explained his purpose in advance. After he entered the room, Dickinson handed him a piece of paper.

"This is a more suitable task for you above."

"I asked someone about it. The difficulty of the task is not too high. With your strength, it should be easy to complete."

Roger flipped through them one by one, and suddenly his eyes stopped on one of the tasks.

Dry male corpse.

On the outskirts of New Moon City, male corpses that had been drained of their blood appeared frequently, but the strange thing was that these men didn't seem to be in pain before they died, and their faces were full of satisfaction.

At the back of the information, there are a few pictures of men before they die. There is a smile on the corner of their mouth, their eyes are wide open, and every muscle seems to be full of enjoyment.

This way of dying reminded Roger of something Henrik had said to him.

"Is anyone taking this task?"

Asked Roger.

Dickinson took the information in Roger's hand, and he flipped through it, "To be honest, I don't recommend you to accept this task."

He pointed to the mission location above.

"Although this village is marked on the outskirts of New Moon City, it is actually out of the control of New Moon City."

"Perhaps you don't know that only the area around New Moon City is relatively safe. If you leave New Moon City, you may encounter deadly monsters at any time!"

"What level of enemies will appear?"

"Full Moon Witch level?"

Asked Roger.

"How can it be?"

"In the vicinity of New Moon City, the combat power of the Full Moon level has almost reached its peak, and it is not easy to encounter it at all. The actions of such monsters will receive special attention."

"As long as it's not at the full moon level."

Roger breathed a sigh of relief. If it was just an enemy at the New Moon level, even if he couldn't beat him, he would still be able to escape with great confidence.

"It seems that I have found a powerful ally."

A smile appeared on Dickinson's face. The stronger Roger was, the safer he would be when he grew up.

Thinking in his heart, he felt that he needed to add a little more leverage to Roger.

"Just this task."

Roger made a decision, "In addition, according to the regulations, during the completion of this task, I hope to get the support of the Hunter's Guild."

"Send me an assistant."

"Henrik."

"No problem." Dickinson took a pen and wrote it down on a piece of paper.

"Since there are so many dangers in the outer area of ​​New Moon City, why didn't the Hunters Guild find a way to clean up these dangers?"

Roger asked out the doubts in his heart.

"Firstly, it cannot be done, and secondly, it is unnecessary."

Dickinson smiled, "I think you should have noticed a problem, that is, the combat power around New Moon City is limited to a specific range."

Roger nodded, which he had only recently learned.

"The Cursed Land is like a cancerous tumor in this world, and a cancerous tumor will grow. Many years ago, New Moon City was just an ordinary cursed place."

"But due to some accidents, monsters broke out in a large area. There was no way, so the union sent high-level fighters to clean them up."

"Although the spread of monsters was temporarily curbed, it didn't take long for the entire area to expand outwards as if stimulated, and more powerful monsters were born at the same time."

Dickinson made a metaphor.

"Ever seen a virus? What doesn't kill it will only make it stronger."

"If you can't end the world synchronization, you can't completely close this place, and hidden dangers will always exist."

"We are like aliens among humans, and the cursed land is an alien in the world."

"Go and prepare. There is an urgent need for super-level combat power. I don't think it will take long for your application to be approved."

He glanced at Roger, "When you complete the task, the time should be just right. I will introduce you to some new friends."

Dickinson seemed to mean something, and Roger knew that the new friends he was talking about were otherworldly souls like them.

"About the soul transfer you mentioned..."

Roger asked tentatively.

"Now is not the time, I need to find a suitable body, and your strength is also a little bit worse."

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"Wait patiently, my friend."

Roger saw that Dickinson was hiding something, but he didn't ask too much, and let's talk about everything after he finished the task.

After leaving the University of Bordeaux, Roger returned to his own house. He was earnestly improving his strength. Although the growth rate of mental power had dropped a bit, it was still acceptable.

In just a few days, the newly formed spiritual power has reached a considerable scale and can form a weak spiritual circle.

When this group of mental power grows to the limit, Roger should be able to try to solidify the new seal model.

A few days later, he and Henrik got the news at the same time, and they prepared to come to the Hunter Guild.

Compared with the last time, there were significantly fewer people in the hall this time, and the seemingly terrifying casualty ratio still scared most of them away.

Wearing the badge of the Hunter's Guild, I took the elevator all the way down to the extremely deep underground.

The elevator opened, and a giant iron gate about 10 meters high appeared in front of the two of them. Apart from them, there were some witchers waiting around.

"This is your new equipment."

Someone handed Roger two sets of clothes. The tights were made of some kind of animal leather. They looked soft but were extremely tough.

The color of the clothes is generally dark, without too many decorations, and the tailoring fits perfectly, everything serves the battle.

After changing into his clothes, Roger tied his slightly long hair behind his head. The original urban youth disappeared, and what appeared in the mirror was a witcher with a resolute face.

"I have to admit that this suit matches you very well."

Henrik was rarely serious.

"Crack!"

With the steel sword stuck in the groove on the belt on the back, Roger is also very satisfied with his current image.

"Welcome to New Moon City."

The iron gate was pushed open a gap, and everyone rushed in. The white light in front of them flashed away. When the sight returned to normal, what appeared in front of Roger was a Gothic bluestone building.

Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!

Behind the towering city walls came the faint sound of bells.

"Another person died."

A voice came, and Roger followed the sound. A young man in tights was talking to his companions. He noticed Roger's gaze, and the contempt in his eyes flickered away.

"Be careful, maybe next time, this bell will ring for you!"