In the days since, Wren has maintained a very regular life.

Wake up early in the morning to meditate, practice your Warhammer skills at the Basil Hotel in the morning, practice with Viola at the Violet House in the afternoon, and return to the hotel in the evening and soak in Zoltan's mechanical workshop until late at night, barely returning to his apartment.

Zoltan was very efficient, and within a few days he had gathered the materials he wanted and started his own research.

During this period, Wren showed his skills on the harpsichord little by little, and made rapid progress, which surprised Viola to the point of numbness, and the two became more and more familiar, in a relationship between friends and lovers.

Wren tried Viola's true purpose many times, but to no avail, and she seemed to be on guard, or she had decided otherwise, and she couldn't go any further.

He is not in a hurry, but somewhat enjoys his current state.

One thing was unexpected, that Phyllis didn't know if she didn't find out that the demon soul of the mountain giant was fake, or if she knew that it was impossible to get compensation, so she didn't come to Violet House to make trouble.

Viola hadn't seen her since the fair, and the initiator, Gallowina.

This came as a surprise to both Rennes and Viola.

In Zoltan's courtyard, the sound of breaking the sky was endless.

Wren wore only a white shirt, and the iron hammer was wielded impermeable, and his steps were swift and steady, and the heavy hammer seemed very light in his hand, but it was as heavy as a mountain, without the slightest drag on the mud and water, and everywhere he went, there was a dull and terrifying whistling sound.

Whew, whew, whew......

After a few minutes of swinging in one breath, Wren put down the hammer and gasped slightly, wiping the sweat from his face.

After more than ten days of continuous practice, he has integrated the skills of the warhammer, as if he had been training for many years, and there is nothing jerky about it.

With a hammer in his hand, he was confident that he could withstand any sword master of the same level.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented at Warhammer, not much worse than your swordsmanship. Roger's voice rang out in the courtyard.

"Master Roger, good afternoon. Wren smiled and said hello.

As early as ten minutes ago, he was aware of Roger's presence and had been watching from the side for a long time.

Staying at the Basil Hotel for half a month, Wren didn't see Roger a few times, the other party was always elusive, and he was tired of being in the room with the witch De Lersha during the day, and he often went out at night, and he didn't know what to do.

Occasionally, De Lerza was not there, and Roger just played cards with Zoltan and went to sleep.

Wren looked at Roger's appearance, wondering if it was his own delusion, this legendary witcher seemed to be a little thinner than before, and the bags under his eyes were a little heavy, as if he was not sleeping enough.

Dirty thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Did you get sucked dry by a witch?"

Roger yawned and said listlessly, "I thought it was a pity that you wasted your great swordsmanship talent, but now it seems that you are more suitable to use a warhammer, which is also good." ”

His face was a little relieved.

There has never been a Witcher in this world who wields a warhammer, and even the Bear School, known for its strength and defense, wields a sword, not a warhammer.

If Wren had really entered the Wolf School and carried a war hammer all day long, he would have made a lot of jokes.

Those old diehards in the wolf school will never accept it.

Wren heard the meaning of Roger's words, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he really had nothing to do with the profession of witcher.

In fact, no matter what kind of weapon it is, whether it is swordsmanship or war hammer, it makes no difference to him.

It's all talented anyway.

He suddenly became interested and asked, "Master Roger, last time we competed in swordsmanship, do you want to try it again today?" I will use a war hammer to compare with your swordsmanship." ”

It's hard to find a suitable opponent, and it's rare that Roger is free today, so it's time to have a discussion with him and test the results of his half-month practice of warhammer.

However, Roger had little interest in it.

He covered his mouth and yawned again, with a sleepy expression, shook his head, and said, "There's no point in trying a war hammer with you, it's almost the same anyway, I have to make up for it again." ”

With that, Roger got up and walked to the room.

"Well, I'll try again when I have a chance. Wren 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 your hand so much, act with me at night, and finally find a nest of demon cubs, there are quite a few of them, you can come and be a helper for me." ”

Without waiting for Wren to answer, he said seriously: "I said in advance, hunting demons is not a sword, let alone a joke, but a very dangerous thing. I can't take care of you wholeheartedly in battle, you are only level 1 and your life may be in danger. ”

"How dangerous is it?" Wren asked cautiously.

He really wanted to participate in the hunt of demons and have the opportunity to absorb the power of the soul, but if he gave away his own life, it would be worth the loss.

Only when you are alive can you have DPS, so if you can't do it, you can go a few levels first.

"It's not dangerous, I'm just warning you. After thinking for a few breaths, Roger nodded and said: "This nest of demon cubs is only a large number, not really how powerful, with me watching, with your strength, be prepared, there should be no problem with being careful." ”

"And you can get a bounty for hunting demons, and there should be quite a lot of it this time. ”

"If you don't want to come, then I'll ask Zoltan to come along. ”

Wren's eyes lit up, and he still had money to take. Roger, as a legendary witcher, has a lot of experience, and since he said he can go, there is nothing to fear.

There are not many opportunities to have a legendary powerhouse in front of you and learn from the combat experience yourself.

Wren had thought about where to absorb the soul before, and now it seemed that hunting demons was the safest way to recharge himself and have a bounty to take, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

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

"You get ready, you've rested enough during the day, and you'll call you when the time comes. Roger dropped the words and entered the room, and soon there was a snoring sound.

After Wren cleansed, he went to Violet House to practice as usual in the afternoon.

Viola heard that he was going to hunt demons at night, so he didn't say anything, but just gave him a set of light armor that fitted, very similar to Roger's, a combination of leather armor and chain mail, light weight, and good defense, because there was no enchantment, the price was not very high, so he accepted it.

After practicing the piano and returning to the hotel, Wren went to the mechanical workshop in the backyard after dinner.

On the table in the workshop, there is a pile of parts.

Wren quickly assembled it, and in less than half a minute, a short-barreled shotgun was assembled.

The prototype of this gun is the Remington TAC-13, but it is not exactly the same, but the result of his transformation, the body of the gun has been greatly shortened, more compact, only half a meter long from beginning to end, only one hand is needed to hold the gun when shooting, and a holster is also made to hang on the outside of the thigh, which is easy to carry and can be pulled out to shoot at any time.

The barrel was shortened, and the ammunition capacity was reduced to five.

However, the power of the bullets increased, and Wren studied for a long time, and finally prepared smokeless gunpowder through the dissolution method, creating a new batch of bullets.

This batch of ammunition is abundant, there are more than a hundred.

Wren was not prepared to bring all the bullets, only a chain of belt bullets, thirty in total.

In addition to guns and bullets, Wren also made a few grenades out of the remaining gunpowder, because there was no suitable venue, and their power had not been tested for the time being, so after thinking about it, he still brought them with him.

Wren originally wanted to develop a firearm that could be combined with the Soul Gun, but in addition to mechanical skills, making the Soul Gun required relevant rune knowledge.

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

Zoltan had mentioned that he could teach rune knowledge, but it would cost a fee, and it was not cheap, and Wren didn't have much money now, so he had to keep it for other materials, so he could only consider it later.

After packing up his equipment and weapons, Wren went back to his room and lay down to rest.

In the middle of the night, in his sleep, he heard footsteps outside the door, and immediately got up to open the door, and saw Roger with a surprised face.

"Good alertness. Roger said lightly.

He was in much better spirits than during the day, wearing light armor, two cross swords behind his back, and his waist was full of bulging skins.

"Wait a minute. ”

Wren returned to the room, the leather chain mail was already on his body, he hung the war hammer behind his back, took the shotgun and stuck it in the holster on the outside of his thigh, the bullet chain was wrapped around his waist, and the three grenades were stuffed into his trouser pocket, and he soon came out.

Roger looked at the heavily armed Wren and nodded with satisfaction.

However, when he saw the shotgun, he reminded: "The night hunt operation is in the city, try not to shoot, so as not to alarm too many people and it will be difficult to deal with." ”

"Okay. ”

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

The two of them went downstairs and walked out of the hotel to the surprised gazes of the players in the lobby.

Roger led the way in front, he was fast, had night vision, had extremely sharp senses, and was always one step ahead of possible threats, leaving the ghetto without a hitch.

Wren ran as hard as he could, barely following him.

Head north, and soon west into Hornyton, where you stop outside a nondescript house.

Wren observes his surroundings, which are just one street away from the slum.

He quietly turned on the sound of all things and immediately heard the anomaly. There were a lot of voices in the house, a dozen men and women, and it was late at night, but these people were very excited, all kinds of chaotic sounds were 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?" Wren muttered to himself.

Hiding in the shadows of the street corner, Roger took two small glass bottles from his skin, drank one with his head up, and then handed the remaining bottle to Wren and said, "Drink it." ”

Wren took the bottle, saw that it was a black viscous potion, unscrewed the cap, smelled the fishy smell, did not hesitate, raised his head and drank it.

The foul-smelling potion entered his throat, spicy and choking, and he almost didn't spit it out.

Soon, Wren felt a strange energy penetrate into his body, quickly flowing all over his body, the blood vessels on the back of his hand protruded, and there was a faint black thing spreading in it, numbness all over his body, and a little swelling pain.

After more than ten seconds, everything was back to normal, and there was nothing unusual on the surface.

During this time, Roger took out a bottle of sword oil and smeared it on the silver sword, making the runes on the sword become obscure, exuding a sharp meaning.

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

Wren nodded silently, took the hammer from his back, and held it in his hand.