Demon Hunter and His Hut

Saving people is like putting out a fire.

Roger held the weapon in his hand. Follow the clues when the brown bear came.

This beast was obviously out for food, and the area of ​​activity was very large. Roger had to try his best to eliminate some meaningless distractions, which could greatly save his time.

did you find it?

It's too late!

John urged anxiously, a little eager and blunt in his tone.

Roger understands his mood, he doesn't pay much attention to these details, he concentrates and walks faster and faster.

What Roger didn't expect was that this thin man could barely keep up with his speed even though he was injured.

Finally, after passing through a bush, the smell of fishy smell gradually intensified, and a dark cave appeared on the mountain wall not far away.

It should be here!

Seeing the messy traces next to the cave, Roger's face sank.

There should be another brown bear living here!

You wait here!

Without waiting for John to react, he rushed into the cave at a very fast speed.

The cave was dark, and the deeper the stench was, the more intense the stench was. The cave was not deep, and it only took a few seconds for Roger to come to the bottom.

Roar!

At this moment, a black shadow curled up on the ground suddenly burst out, staring at Roger with scarlet eyes, and slapped Roger's head with sharp claws!

Go away!

Roger roared, and the whole person rushed forward. He didn't even draw his sword, but raised his palm.

【Alder】

An air wave three times larger than usual spewed out from Roger's palm, and the brown bear's huge body fell backwards.

laugh!

Keng!

The two voices were mixed together, and the next second, the back of the brown bear's head broke a big hole, and the blood and brains were smeared on the mountain wall behind, and his body was paralyzed like mud.

How is it, have you found it?

John's voice came from the direction of the entrance, followed by eager footsteps.

Roger looked around, saw the little figure under the brown bear, and then swallowed the reminder.

Is she there? Is she there?

John asked eagerly.

The cave was dark, and he had just come in from the outside, so he couldn't see the surrounding scene at all for a while.

There was a stench deep in the cave, and John was covered in excrement, but he didn't care. Don't worry, she's not here. Roger comforted, but at this moment, John, who had limited vision, threw himself into a pile of minced meat next to the cave, and when he got up, he accidentally caught a mass of things from it. .

what is this?

John shivered and brought the thing in his hand to his eyes. Roger looked intently, but his face changed slightly.

In John's hand is a rag doll covered in blood!

At this time, John also recognized the item in his hand through a familiar shape.

No, it's not true!

My Jenny!

Roger didn't speak. Although he wanted to comfort the middle-aged man in front of him at this time, he thought about it and swallowed it again.

The truth is cruel, but it is better than false deception.

John covered his face and wept bitterly, and at this time there was also a soft sound in the darkness. The sound was very soft at first, and gradually became louder.

John, who had adapted to the dim light, looked in the direction of the voice. There, beside a huge corpse, lay a small immature figure.

A new born bear.

The tyranny in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and John lifted a boulder beside him and rushed over like a beast.

The stone in his hand was lifted high, and then smashed down.

Lift up, drop down!

Lift up, drop down!

so back and forth.

There were no hysterical shouting, only the crash of stones against flesh and blood was heard in the dimly lit cave until John lost all his strength.

From beginning to end, Roger didn't say a word.

If you eat my child, then I will kill you!

Apparently the male brown bear was injured during a hunt and was left in the burrow.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Roger opened his mouth.

John clenched the blood-stained rag doll tightly, and the two walked out of the cave. The sun was already falling to the west, and the mountain wind blew through John and suddenly woke up a little.

Thank you, kind man.

John suppressed the grief in his heart, I don't know your name yet.

Geralt.

Roger replied.

After washing the blood from his body by the stream, John took the initiative to invite Roger to be a guest at his house.

Roger naturally agreed without hesitation.

Although there are more twists and turns, he can at least understand the world justifiably.

Our town is surrounded by woods with no borders in sight, and the residents of the town rarely see outsiders.

John told Roger, When someone asks, I'll say you're my nephew.

Roger nodded.

The atmosphere was extremely heavy along the way. Fortunately, they were not attacked by any beasts. Finally, before dark, the two walked out of the woods.

Standing on the top of the mountain, a barely prosperous town appeared before my eyes.

Sure enough, when he entered the town, Roger was interrogated, but John came forward to guarantee that the patrol did not ask too much about Roger, but asked about the blood on John's body.

John broke down in tears and briefly recounted what had happened.

Poor little Jenny.

The people around them all held sympathetic eyes.

It's so careless, how can you let the child go into the depths of the woods alone?

In the regret is also mixed with a word or two of reproach.

What a poor child, so ugly and so tragic.

An old woman with gray hair sighed raggedly.

That's fine. She looks like she will suffer more when she grows up.

Hearing this sentence, Roger couldn't help but pay more attention, and when the people around saw Roger's raw face, they all asked a few words in a low voice.

Hearing the sheriff's introduction, the guard in his eyes faded a little.

Come on, Geralt, let's go home.

John dragged his tired body towards his house.

The surrounding environment looks very backward, roughly equivalent to the European countryside around the 17th and 18th centuries.

Although it was night, it could still be seen that the mental state of the residents of the town was not bad, and the clothes were decent. In comparison, John's clothes were a little shabby.

It was indeed as Roger guessed that John's house was not on the main street in the center of the town, but near the edge.

The houses there are also slightly dilapidated.

John knocked on the door, but no one responded for a long time. He was agitated, and the force of the knock on the door became stronger.

I'm coming!

A woman's voice came from the room, the door opened with a click, and a woman with heavy makeup stuck her head out.

She was sprinkled with inferior pollen, with a pungent aroma, a thick layer on her face, but the original color below her neck, and the clear demarcation line seemed a bit ridiculous.

As soon as the door opened, the woman couldn't wait to ask, How is it, how is it going?

Before she finished speaking, she noticed Roger standing beside John.  John's face stiffened, he stepped forward and pushed the woman into the room.   He turned his head and forced a smile at Roger.   Today is the child's birthday, we had agreed to celebrate together.    But now...    Roger's face showed a trace of clarity, but some doubts arose in his heart.