Because I had been delayed in bed with Amanda for too long, it was obvious that it was too late to set off for the Four Seasons Valley in Fusend.

After settling the time to meet, Roger returned to the Shadow Lodge through his ability to penetrate.

At this time, the Hunter's House also selected the genres and swordsmanship suitable for Roger's practice.

Thirty-three kinds.

The remaining other inheritances were eliminated by the Hunter's Hunter.

The sun rose and Roger came to the peak of Hanchuan as usual, told him his choice, and then began his practice under the guidance of the Lord of the Crown Sword.

In the previous stage, Roger was always in self-exploration and lacked guidance and guidance. Although there was no big deviation in the general direction, he often made empirical mistakes in many details.

The guidance of the Jackdaw Sword Lord was like a enlightenment. He asked about experiments and improvements. Roger was like a sponge, crazy about absorbing the sword skills of the Jackdaw Sword Lord.

The guidance of a sword master is far more important than the genre inheritance that Roger has obtained from the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Books are dead, and no matter how many insights you have, you can't answer them.

As for the Lord of the Crow Sword, he himself is a treasure book of practice.

Don't talk too much, just a few words can bring great inspiration to Roger.

The whole day passed by rapidly. When night fell, Roger bid farewell to the Jackdaw Sword Lord and returned to his room.

Uma is in the Shadow Hut, and can observe the real world situation through the Shadow Hut. If an emergency occurs, after receiving Uma's reminder, Roger can return to Hanchuan through his ability to penetrate the way.

Getting rid of the whole day of practice, Roger had a thought and appeared in the cemetery hut.

Pushing open the door, he saw three figures under the big tree from afar.

At this time, Roger suddenly remembered the person who had not received any news for a long time.

Anna.

After breaking away from the cage, she began her real life, and now she has gone nowhere.

Roger said that he was really just missing an old friend who had been with him for a long time, not because of his greed...hehe.

"Hey, Roger!"

"The plane is ready and we can set off anytime."

Henrik greeted him. With the help of the Frost Sword, he has now entered the third level. With the weapons in his hand, the power he burst out from Henrik cannot be underestimated.

"Crodia, congratulations on entering the fourth level."

Roger glanced at Henrik and said to the woman standing beside him.

Although her appearance has changed drastically, her special temperament can still allow Roger to easily distinguish her identity.

One with a thousand faces.

Crodia's promotion method is completely different from that of others, or there is no similarity to the system of this world.

"Hello……"

Before Roger could speak something, a figure suddenly appeared between him and Crodia.

Henrik stood in front of Roger, "Leave us all here to work hard, but you run to the sunrise for a happy life..."

"happy?"

Roger thought about his experience in recent times, "I feel very happy. I feel like I'm almost unable to survive."

Naturally, everyone couldn't understand the self-mockery in his words. After a while of greeting, Roger also recounted his recent experience to everyone.

Arrived at Bordeaux, four of them boarded the plane and flew directly to Forsend.

There was nothing to say all the way, and after landing, Henrik had already prepared a special off-road vehicle.

Everyone drove away from the bustling city at lightning, drove along the interstate, and entered the sparsely populated mountainous areas along the way.

After driving for a while, Henrik stopped the car, "Are you sure you want to set our headquarters in such a sparsely populated place?"

Henrik curled his lips, "The place I saw before was perfect..."

"Yes, walking down from the block you selected is no more than a thousand meters, which is the most famous red light district at that time." Roger interrupted Henrik without hesitation.

Henrik glanced at Crodia with guilt, "That was just a coincidence..." He argued a few words in a low voice, and then closed his mouth tactfully.

I heard from Amanda that Henrik was beaten a lot.

As for the reason...

The vegetation here is extremely lush. As you go deeper, you can see strange and strange plants everywhere. When you arrive in this area, it is a place where ordinary people will never step into it.

Even without spell protection, it is equivalent to a natural barrier.

The breath was full of nature. Roger believed that Gewei would like this place, but would he really move Gewei and her tribe members here?

To be honest, Roger is still worried.

"Hey, Roger, do you remember Hathaway?"

As he walked, Henrik suddenly spoke.

"Remember, Ingma's daughter."

Roger answered calmly, and glanced at Henrik.

A strange smile appeared on Henrik's face.

"Oh... nothing, because of her in-depth study of the Gent card, her identity has increased greatly, and it is said that she has gained a significant position among the psychic groups."

"She has also helped a lot this time to convince the Hunter Guild."

“It’s true.”

Amanda, who was walking behind, suddenly spoke.

"I met her last time, a nice girl, I like her very much."

"I heard from Henrik that Ingmar insisted on going to the grass trial, be careful and don't have any problems."

"In addition, after success, I think it's necessary for you to thank her alone."

Listening to Amanda's serious tone, Roger felt a little frightened. Although the relationship between the extraordinary world was very open, he talked openly...

Roger still felt a little guilty.

"Ahem, there is no need to thank me alone." Roger said with a slight smile.

"Why is it not necessary?"

"Although her mother will become a witch hunter and we can be considered partners, she did provide a lot of help this time."

"We need to show sincerity at least."

Amanda replied.

Roger shut his mouth tactfully. He felt that it was not a wise decision to continue talking about this topic. At the same time, he glanced across and stared at Henrik hard.

Henrik was about to say something else, but then he saw Roger's fist clenched quietly, and he felt a chill in his heart. He silently closed his mouth.

The four of them walked through the forest. Although they looked leisurely and comfortable, they were astonishingly fast. After a long time, Amanda spread a pair of flame wings behind her, and she soared into the air and said excitedly: "We're here."

“Welcome to Seasons Valley!”

Without the obstruction of the woods, the scenery in front of you instantly became wider. On the distant mountain, there was a waterfall like a silver belt and down vertically. The deep lake water was covered with flowers of different colors.

But further afield, the scenery has undergone colorful changes.

It seems that time and space are confused, and the time of the four seasons is cut and placed randomly in the entire area.

“A beautiful place, isn’t it?”

Roger nodded, and everyone continued to cross the river. Soon they saw a high mountain rising from the ground. On the edge of the mountain was a towering castle.

The castle was built against the mountain, because it was not used for special war defenses as in ancient times, so it did not build a variety of fortifications like most of the castles Roger saw in Europe.

This is more like a consortium of ancient castles, with a tough style and thick lines, but it has a special sense of hardness.

"That was the most prosperous era of the Demon Hunter."

"The gun bubbles have not yet emerged, and the world has not changed much. At that time, the demon hunters would carry their weapons and bags, ride horses, and walk alone in the mountains and fields."

"They sleep in the open, occasionally go back to the bar to find out the news, or find a girl who likes her for some fun. Most of the time, they accept tasks under the command of the Hunter Guild to maintain stability."

Henrik said from the side, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Although this place has declined, it was a place for countless demon hunters to remember it a long time ago, even now.

Perhaps what they remember is not the prosperity of the castle, but the glory they have disappeared with the changes of the times.

“Everything will be fine.”

Amanda spoke.

"Let's go, let's go up and take a look!"

Roger rushed up first.

Passing through the dilapidated cable bridge and climbing the tower on the edge of the castle, time smoothing everything out, making the castle lose its possibility of being reused.
To be continued...