"The Demon Hunter and His Hut (

Time flew fast, and not long after the winter solstice, the frost came.

The weather became colder, and the snow left before turned into ice, which made the entire Kyle Mohan into another scene.

Roger had never seen Kyle Mohan like this.

In his world, the castle is located deep in the forest, where flowers are blooming, and the four seasons are like spring.

But here, the heavens and the earth are the same gray and white, but Roger did not feel any discomfort. In the ancient sayings, Kyle Mohan was called Karl Amu Erahan, which means the ancient sea fortress.

It was named because the place where the castle was built was once a piece of blue sea. There are many fossils of marine life in the rocks on the mountain. This castle is located on the edge of human civilization and has long been forgotten by the world.

But Roger likes this kind of forgetting.

Time soon came to February, and the four of them became very familiar with the life of a winter. After a drunkenness, Lambert challenged Roger in a daze.

Even with the stimulation of alcohol, Lambert was not arrogant enough to think that he could block Roger's attack. He put forward limits for the two to compete.

You must maintain the same strength and compete with skills only.

Although it has always been called the youngest demon hunter, it is only relative to Geralt and others and Vesemir.

In fact, Lambert's true age is not so young, and the natural technology is extremely superb.

But it is a pity that he met Roger.

This Roger, who has traveled through countless worlds and transformed from the experience of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

So he suffered the cruelest torture in history.

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Lambert fell to the ground, and even his beloved weapon dropped out. He couldn't help but spit out the snow filled his mouth, and climbed up again with his bloodshot eyes.

"Come again!" After speaking, he picked up the weapon and rushed forward.

But after a while, his body flew high and rolled on the ground several times in a row. For a while, he was dizzy and couldn't even tell the direction.

At this time, Lambert did not expect that he could defeat Roger, he just hoped that he could suffer one more time, so that at least he could lose decently.

Vesemir and Eskal, who stood by, were surprised. They could see that Roger's sword skills were completely different from them.

The demon hunters are physically strong, far beyond normal humans, but only by physical fitness, they can't compare with those terrifying monsters.

So in the battle they pay special attention to their body and pace, and often use rotation to increase the strength of their attack.

This is understandable at first, but Roger, his attack angle is more tricky, completely subverting their existing perceptions.

"It's not like our swordsmanship."

Escal muttered to himself.

"Like from another world." Vesemir added. After speaking, the two looked at each other and guessed what was in each other's hearts.

"Come again...Come again."

Under the dual stimulation of alcohol and exhaustion, Lambert staggered and fell.

So in the rest of life, in addition to drinking, chatting and bragging, their activities have been added to the same.

Learn from each other.

It was the three of them who took turns looking for Roger to compete.

So time passed day by day, until the warm wind blew from the valley and took away the cold here.

The first snow melted, and spring came.

After brushing the horse and preparing to pack, it was time for everyone to part with each other again.

"You want to stay here?!"

Before leaving, the three of them looked at Roger, who was empty-handed, with a look of surprise.

"I like this place." Roger smiled.

"You know that I have lost my memory and don't know the world, so it makes no difference to me here and elsewhere. In this case, I might as well stay." Roger looked around.

"It just happened to take advantage of the warm weather to make a simple repair here. Trust me, I am definitely an expert in repairing the house."

"I know what you plan to do, but it's not necessary." Vesemir said suddenly.

"Roger, the era that belongs to us is over. Of course, perhaps it has never come before. Similar things happened not only in Kyle Morhan."

"Although there are many mobs, they can't bring a decisive impact. There are too many warlocks involved in the attack."

"This is a conspiracy against us. What they want to see is a ruin. If you renovate this place, it will only attract the next attack."

Vesemir's eyes were heavy.

"With me, no one can hurt a brick here."

Roger's expression became solemn.

"I believe in your strength, you can do it, but we can't, we can't stay here forever..." Vesemir sighed.

Kyle Morhan meant a lot to him. He had a lot of time to smooth the scars here, but he chose to give up because Vesemir knew the cost of doing so.

"Well, maybe now is not the right time." Roger thought for a while and agreed to Vesemir's request.

"However, I don't want to live in the so-called most luxurious tower next winter. The creaking of the wooden bed is really annoying."

"Maybe in the future my female partner will think that the sound is a good accompaniment, full of rhythm and full of impact..." Roger showed an ambiguous smile.

"But to be honest, I really don't want my personal affairs to be known to everyone."

Everyone smiled at each other.

"I see, because your power is useless in some ways." Lambert chuckled ~lightnovelpub.net~Roger didn't care, he then said his plan.

"I will keep the exterior wall as it is, but the interior really needs to be carefully organized to at least make us feel more comfortable in the winter of the coming year."

This time Vesemir did not refuse.

The crowd waved goodbye, and Roger stood at the top of the city and watched the crowd disappear into the distant valley.

The castle of heaven and earth, the lofty mountains in the distance, as if only Roger was left in the whole world.

He had experienced similar loneliness many times, but he was enjoying it at the moment, and then he began a major renovation of the entire interior of the castle.

From early morning to evening, sometimes from deep night to morning light, Roger has no concept of fatigue, no concept of time.

After spring and summer, the leaves withered and the temperature began to drop gradually. When the first north wind blew through the valley, Roger knew that winter was not far away.

And unconsciously, he has been here for a whole year.

The sky became gloomy and the mountain breeze rushed in. Roger could even predict a blizzard in the near future.

But just as he habitually came to look at the wall, three horses drove up in the valley, and Roger recognized two of them.

The remaining one has the iconic white hair and a determined face.

"Open the door, Roger!"

There was still a long distance away, and Lambert couldn't help yelling.

"I'll introduce you a new friend."

The three entered the castle, and Eskal rolled over and dismounted and took the initiative to greet him, but there was someone beside him one step faster than him.

"You saved Eskal as if you saved me, so from now on, I owe you my life."

Roger smiled and looked at the familiar stranger in front of him.

"Nice to meet you, White Wolf."