In the following days, Rennes maintained a very regular life.

I got up in the morning to meditate, exercised my strength at the Basil Hotel in the morning, practiced warhammer skills, and went to Violet House to practice piano with Viola in the afternoon; I returned to the hotel in the evening, soaked in Zoltan's mechanical workshop until late at night, and almost didn't go back to my apartment.

Zoltan is very efficient. Within a few days, he put together the materials he wanted and started his own research.

During this period, Renne showed the skills of the key organ bit by bit, and made rapid progress, which surprised Viola so numb. The two became more and more familiar with each other, and were in a relationship where their lovers were not satisfied.

Rennes tried Viola's true purpose many times, but gained nothing. She seemed to be prepared, or had made other decisions, and the distance could not be further improved.

He was not in a hurry, but enjoyed his current state.

One thing was unexpected. Phyllis didn't know whether he didn't discover whether the demon soul of the mountain giant was fake or that he could not get compensation, but he didn't come to Violet House to make trouble.

Viola hasn't seen her since the trade fair, nor the initiator Gallovenna.

This surprised both Rennes and Viola.

In Zoltan's yard, the sound of breaking through the air is endless.

Rennes was only wearing a white shirt, and the iron war hammer was swayed tightly and with a quick and stable pace. The heavy hammer seemed very light in his hand, but it was as thick as a mountain, without any drag. Wherever he went, he waved a series of dull and horrifying roars.

Huh! Huh! Huh...

After waving for a few minutes in one breath, Renne put down the warhammer, gasping slightly, and wiping away the sweat from his face.

After practicing for more than ten days, he has integrated the skills of the warhammer, just like he has been training for many years, without any awkwardness.

With one blow in his hand, he was confident that he could beat any swordsman of the same level.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented in Warhammers, no worse than your swordsmanship." The voice of the demon hunter Roger rang in the yard.

"Master Roger, good afternoon." Ren said with a smile.

He had noticed Roger's presence more than ten minutes ago and had been watching it for a long time.

I have been staying in the Basil Hotel for half a month. Rennes hasn't seen Roger a few times. The other party is always elusive. He is in the room with the witch Delélsa during the day and often goes out at night. I don't know what to do.

Occasionally, Delérsa is not here, and Roger just plays cards with Zoltan and goes to bed.

Renn looked at Roger's appearance, wondering if it was his own illusion. The legendary witch hunter seemed to be a little thinner than before, and his bags were a little heavier, as if he was sleep-deprived.

A dirty thought immediately flashed through his mind.

"Has it been sucked by the witch?"

Roger yawned and said listlessly: "I felt a pity before. You wasted great swordsmanship. Now it seems that you are more suitable for using a warhammer, which is also good."

His face was a little relieved.

The witch hunter in this world who has never used warhammers. Even the bear school, which is famous for its strength and defense, uses swords instead of warhammers.

If Renn really entered the Wolf School and then carried the warhammer all day, he would definitely make a lot of jokes.

Those old stubborn people in the Wolf School will never accept it.

Renn heard what Roger said and shrugged indifferently. He really had no fate with the profession of witch hunter.

In fact, no matter what weapon it is, swordsmanship or warhammer, it is no difference to him.

Anyway, they are all talented.

He suddenly became interested and asked, "Master Roger, we compared swordsmanship last time. Should we try it again today? I will use a warhammer to compare with your swordsmanship."

It is difficult to find a suitable opponent. It is rare that Roger has time today, so he happened to discuss with him to test his achievements in practicing war hammers in the past half month.

However, Roger was not interested in this.

He covered his mouth and yawned again, with a sleepy expression on his face, and shook his head, "It's meaningless to compete with you in the warhammer. It's almost the same anyway, I have to make up for it."

As he said that, Roger stood up and walked towards the room.

"Okay, I'll try again if I have the chance in the future." Renne spread his hands helplessly and did not force it.

When Roger walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around and said, "You want to try it so much, and you will act with me in the evening. Finally, I found a litter of demon cubs, and there are still a lot of them. You can come and be a helper for me."

Before Renn answered, he said seriously: "I said in advance that hunting demons is not a sword, nor is it a joke, but a very dangerous thing. I cannot take care of you wholeheartedly in the battle. You are only one level and may be in danger of life."

"How dangerous?" Renn asked cautiously.

He really wants to participate in the hunting of demons and have the opportunity to absorb the power of his soul, but if he sends all his life away, it will be more than worth the loss.

Only when you are alive can you have DPS. If you really can't do it, just take a few levels first.

"It's not as dangerous as it is. I'm just reminding you." Roger thought for a few breaths and nodded, "This nest of demon cubs is just a large number, not really powerful. I'm watching. With your strength, be prepared and be careful, there should be no problem."

"And hunting demons can get a bounty, there should be a lot this time."

"If you don't want to come, then I'll call Zoltan to go with you."

Renne's eyes lit up and he had money to take. Roger, as a legendary witch hunter, is experienced. Since he said he could go, there is nothing to be afraid of.

There are legendary strong men taking the lead in front and learning combat experience by themselves, so there are not many opportunities.

Rennes had considered where to absorb souls before. Now it seems that hunting demons is the safest way. It can not only recharge itself, but also have a bounty to get, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Okay, I'll go with you." He agreed immediately.

"Be prepared, you have enough rest during the day and set off late at night. I will call you when the time comes." Roger threw down this sentence and entered the room, and soon snoring sounded.

After Rennes cleaned, he went to Violet House to practice piano as usual in the afternoon.

Viola heard that he was going to hunt the demons at night, so she didn't say anything. She just gave her a set of light armor that fitted, which looked very similar to Roger's set. The combination of leather armor and mail was lighter and had good defense. Because there was no enchantment and the price was not very high, he accepted it.

After practicing piano, he returned to the hotel. After having supper, Rennes entered the mechanical workshop in the backyard.

On the workshop table, there are a bunch of parts.

Rennes quickly assembled, and in less than half a minute, a short-barrel shotgun was assembled.

The prototype of this gun is Remington Tac-13, but it is not exactly the same. It is the result of his transformation. The gun body is greatly shortened and more compact, only half a meter long from beginning to end. When firing, you only need to hold the gun with one hand. A gun holster was hung on the outside of the thigh, which is easy to carry and can be pulled out to shoot at any time.

The gun body was shortened and the bullet capacity was reduced to five rounds.

However, the power of the bullet has increased. Rennes has been studying it for a long time and finally prepared smokeless gunpowder through the dissolving method and created a batch of brand new bullets.

This batch of bullets is abundant, with more than 100.

Rennes was not going to bring all the bullets, but only filled them with a belt link, a total of thirty.

In addition to guns and bullets, Rennes also used the remaining gunpowder to create several grenades. Because there was no suitable venue and they had not tested their power yet. After thinking about it, he still brought it with him.

Rennes originally wanted to develop a gun that was combined with the soul gun, but in addition to mechanical technology, it also required relevant rune knowledge to make the soul gun.

He knew almost nothing about this, so he just let it go first.

Zoltan mentioned that he could teach rune knowledge, but it would be charged and not cheap. Rennes has little money now, so he has to keep other materials to buy, so he can only consider it later.

After packing up his equipment and weapons, Renn returned to his room and lay down to rest.

Late at night, he heard the footsteps outside the door in his sleep, and immediately got up and opened the door, and saw Roger with a surprised look on his face.

"Good alertness," Roger said lightly.

His spirit was much better than during the day. He was wearing light armor and two cross swords were also carried behind his back, and his waist was filled with things.

"Wait for me."

Renn returned to the room, and had already worn the leather mail, hung the warhammer behind him, took a shotgun and inserted it into the holster on the outside of his thigh, wrapped the chain around his waist, and three grenades were stuffed into his trouser pockets, and it came out soon.

Roger looked at Rennes who was fully armed and nodded with satisfaction.

However, when he saw the shotgun, he reminded: "The hunting operation at night is in the city. Try not to shoot, so as not to disturb too many people and be difficult to deal with."

"OK."

Renn heard the voice-over and tried not to shoot. In fact, he could shoot, but it might be a little troublesome afterwards.

The two went downstairs and walked out of the hotel with surprised eyes from the players in the hall.

Roger led the way in front. He was very fast, had night vision, and had extremely sharp senses. He was always able to avoid possible threats one step ahead and left the slums smoothly.

Renn ran with all his might and then barely followed.

Going north, soon westwards into Honeyton District, and finally stop outside a very inconspicuous house.

Rennes observed the surrounding environment, which was only one street from the slums.

He quietly turned on the sound of everything and immediately heard an abnormality. There were many sounds in the house, including more than a dozen men and women. It was late at night, but these people were very excited, with all kinds of messy sounds mixed together, music, love, conversation, as if a lively banquet was being held.

But from the outside, the house was pitch black and it seemed that the owner had already fallen asleep.

"What the hell?" Renn murmured in his heart.

Hiding in the shadow of the street corner, Roger touched two small glass bottles from his skin. He first raised his head and drank one bottle, then handed the remaining one to Renn, and said, "Drink it."

Renn took the bottle and saw a black and viscous potion inside. He unscrewed the cap and smelled the fishy smell. Without hesitation, he raised his head and drank it in one sip.

The unpleasant potion penetrated the throat, spicy and choking, and almost didn't vomit it out.

Soon, Renn felt an evil energy penetrated through his body and quickly flowed throughout his body. The blood vessels on the back of his hand protruded, and something black spread was faintly spreading in it. His whole body was numb and he felt a little swelling and painful.

After more than ten seconds, everything returned to normal, and there was no abnormality on the surface.

During this period, Roger took out a bottle of sword oil and applied it to the silver sword, making the runes on the sword become obscure and exuded a sharp feeling.

After doing all this, Roger held his sword in his hand and said, "I'll go in first, you'll follow me."
Chapter completed!