Roger hesitated for a moment and agreed.

His body had just experienced the first stage of tempering and needed a short period of adaptation. He could take advantage of this outing to buffer.

When I come back, I guess the things Henrik collects for him will be delivered, and the second phase will be started.

After passing the second stage, if he can raise the trial sword technique to the limit in one go, then he should be not far from becoming a real demon hunter.

After setting the departure time, Roger called Anderin and briefly informed him.

To be honest, many things are so convenient to do with this tiger skin that you learn about music.

After separation, Roger continued to return to the cottage to practice. He now focused on trial swordsmanship. When he entered level one, his main muscle groups were opened up, and he had the foundation for practicing general swordsmanship before.

Roger's progress was faster than before.

This feeling of being strong all the time is indeed intoxicating.

From Henrik, Roger also learned that some modern demon hunters strengthened the methods, and there was no such thing as martial arts fighting spirit, before entering the extraordinary stage.

It is a real accumulation. At most, some special medicines or mysterious rituals with less obvious side effects will be used to speed up this process.

When the body approaches the limit of human beings and breaks through the extraordinary process, the directions of different demon hunters may be different.

Ordinary ones will use some potions that stimulate potential, most of which are made of organs obtained from monsters.

The promotion process is very dangerous and people often need help to stabilize their spirits. Once they fail, their body structure will collapse quickly. Although it won’t be dead, it is almost no different from a useless person after being well maintained.

As for those families with secret techniques, they will be relatively safer, and the power they gain will be stronger after being promoted to extraordinary.

Although some traditional secret techniques of the Demon Hunter family seem powerful, these secret techniques are often related to the family's bloodline and are not suitable for large-scale dissemination.

It is prohibited to ask about the inheritance of other families, which is also an unfamous rule in the extraordinary world.

If you rashly contact the unknown inheritance, you will often die.

What is circulated within the Hunter Guild now is a set of promotion channels that have been applied to almost everyone after thousands of years of experiments.

Mediocre but stable enough.

With the Green Grass Trial, Roger does not need to obtain the internal cultivation methods of the Hunter Guild, but understanding some can broaden his horizons and at least not reveal too many flaws.

Just as Roger and his men drove out of Bay Town, a white pickup truck was parked in front of a house facing the street in the east of Bay Town.

A girl's black face appeared in the car window. Her eyes stayed on the house for a moment, and then slowly closed her eyes.

"No need to go down, let's go."

"Betty..." the woman driving said softly.

"Nothing needs to be said, I know what to do."

Betty's voice became cold and hard.

At the same time, Amanda, who was in class, received an unexpected message.

Seeing the familiar name, Amanda hesitated for a moment or deleted the information.

She felt that she had already told Betty clearly before. Although the unknown was fascinating, the price she paid was too heavy.

After not getting a reply for a long time, Betty called, but the phone was quickly hung up.

She put her phone back into her pocket, leaned against the back of the chair, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Driving, let's wait for her."

The ringtone rang, Amanda packed up her things and walked out of school with the abortion. She had experienced a lot recently, and she felt that she had grown a little.

I haven't seen Roger for several days.

What a strange guy.

Amanda walked home with her textbook in her arms.

Tag.

The door of a white pickup truck parked on the side of the road opened, and a figure stopped Amanda.

Seeing the familiar face, Amanda was slightly stunned, "Betty?"

But the next second, she subconsciously took a half step back.

A familiar face, but Betty's temperament made Amanda hardly recognize each other.

Her hair was tied up high, and she was much thinner than when she met last time. Her eyes, which were clearly black and white, were only indifferent at this moment.

“Didn’t you receive my message?”

"Don't you want to reply to my phone?"

Amanda was silent. She was afraid to look at Betty's eyes at this moment. This feeling was as if something in her eyes would come out at any time.

"Why reject me?"

"I helped you open the door to the mysterious world. Isn't this what you have always been looking forward to?"

“Isn’t it good to be like me now?”

Betty took a step forward, and his eyes suddenly became as deep as the night. Amanda struggled for a while, but was soon attracted by Betty, and his eyes were involuntarily trapped in.

"Follow me, let's go home."

"I will completely protect your body, and my mother will refine you into the best voodoo zombie, and we will always be together from now on."

“Never separate again.”

Betty slowly leaned forward, and at the same time stretched out his right hand, Amanda walked forward uncontrollably.

But at this moment, the struggle in her eyes flashed, and then her eyes returned to clearness, a hint of panic flashed across her face, her movements froze slightly, and she looked at Betty in astonishment.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

Feeling the unknown danger, Amanda turned around and wanted to escape, but she only took one step, but she staggered and fell to the ground.

Betty slowly approached Amanda.

"I don't want this either."

"You were carefully selected by my mother for me. From the time we met and you entered the tribe, all this was set and you couldn't escape."

"I originally wanted you to be a voodoo wizard, too..."

"I'm sorry, Amanda."

"My puppet is dead, I have no other choice."

"I am the future of the tribe. I gave up the most important part of a woman. The whole tribe paid too much for it."

"I can only succeed."

Betty's palm pressed on Amanda's shoulder.

"So Amanda, I can only sacrifice you!"

Oman's pupils also turned black, and the struggle on her face disappeared completely. She got up from the ground and stood beside Betty without saying a word.

Betty reached out to her, "Go, Amanda, let's go home."

The two got into the car together, and the white pickup galloped away, leaving behind books scattered all over the ground.

…………

Swamp Town Gathering Place.

In a circular house made of black rocks, a middle-aged woman is kneeling in front of a black statue and chanting something.

The door was opened and a one-armed woman walked in.

"The prophet...a outsider approached here."
Chapter completed!