Demon Hunter and His Hut

"why?"

Kelly's smile froze on her face, and she even exclaimed subconsciously.

Roger smiled, "Don't get me wrong, you're a very good girl, but I'm a little bit inconvenient today..."

Are you inconvenient?

Roger could see the burning anger in the girl's eyes, but he didn't say anything, smiled apologetically, turned and left.

Kelly stood on the spot with a pale face. At this time, a little black brother hiding behind the tree seemed to have been listening to the conversation between Roger and the two.

"roll!!"

Before he could speak, Kelly roared angrily, stepped on her high heels, and left angrily.

Not far away, Kelly's phone rang and answered, "I only saw you leaving alone, what about Roger?"

"He rejected me..." Kelly smiled wryly.

"Nick, I know that Roger made you very embarrassed at school, but this is over, you don't need to..."

"Shut up!" A roar came from the other side.

"Help me humiliate him, and I'll give you those photos back, or you wait to be a celebrity in Baytown."

"At that time, the streets, even your neighbors or strangers on the dock, will take your photos and do those dirty things."

"You better think about it!"

Nixon's voice came from the phone.

Kelly couldn't help shivering, her face showed a trace of panic, "Don't... please, I promise you, give me another chance, next time, I will definitely invite him over!"

"Good, remember you only have one chance."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Hearing the blind tone over the phone, Kelly hugged her head and cried.

The bonfire would last all night, but Andreen had work the next day, and Roger wasn't too interested in this kind of thing, and after a while, everyone went back home together.

Roger sat quietly on the floor,

Breathing evenly, the brain gradually becomes ethereal.

He didn't appear many times in school, and he didn't quite fit the mainstream aesthetics of Western girls. Although he focused on his own affairs, he would not ignore the people around him.

He had never seen the girl named Kelly. Thinking of the figure that Anna showed him not long ago, Roger had some guesses in his heart.

"I'd rather see what you're going to do."

The night was silent, and time passed quickly in the practice.

After breakfast the next morning, Roger went out alone.

Paine Instruments.

Looking at the plaque at the door, Roger pushed open the door and entered.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The owner, a middle-aged man with a thick beard, asked kindly.

"I'll take a look."

Roger looked left and right.

"I can help you pick any musical instrument you want to choose. This store has been in Bay Town for 20 years. Everyone who comes here is full of praise."

Roger's eyes quickly swept across the various musical instruments placed on the wall, and finally he pointed to one of them, "What is that?"

"Oh... it's an oboe."

The middle-aged shop owner took off the instrument. "It's an excellent solo instrument and often serves as the main melody in a band."

He glanced at Roger. He didn't even know the basic musical instruments. The boy in front of him was obviously a layman.

"Do you need me to play it for you? It's wonderful to play, with a nasal reed-like sound, but it's also a difficult instrument to master."

"If it's a beginner, I don't recommend you choose it."

The owner seemed very patient.

"No need, just leave it."

Roger took out his wallet without any hesitation, "How much?"

Such a happy customer actually makes the shop owner at a loss. Although he is a businessman, he believes that he is a lover with artistic taste in his heart.

"Don't you need to know about it?"

"No, no need."

Roger shook his head.

"I already understand."

"It's long enough."

The box that holds it is big enough for my steel sword, Roger added silently in his heart.

"Long enough?"

The middle-aged shop owner blinked and looked at the young man in front of him with a dazed expression. When did the length become the criterion for choosing musical instruments! ?

He looked at Roger and said earnestly, "Young man, the longer the better, the more important thing is to fit."

Snapped!

Roger slapped the note on the table.

"Just picked it, the most important thing is that I need a box that can fully accommodate this length."

The oboe that Roger liked was more than 80 centimeters long. Normally, this kind of instrument can be disassembled and assembled, but what Roger needs is its length.

This will make it easier for him to disguise. A person who carries a steel sword every day will definitely be regarded as a lunatic, but if it is replaced by a musical instrument, it will not be so conspicuous.

Half an hour later, Roger left the musical instrument store full of joy, carrying his oboe on his back. But as soon as he walked to the door, he saw a figure coming towards him.

Kelly.

"Roger?"

Kelly said in surprise, "Why are you here?" She looked at the musical instrument case on Roger's back.

"I didn't see it, you're still a musician."

"Just a little hobby." Roger said boldly.

"Actually I also learned to play an instrument for a while."

Her fiery gaze swept over Roger somewhere, "It's the flute, it's the only instrument I'm good at."

Kelly stepped forward.

"There will be a party the day after tomorrow. We are looking for excellent performers. Do you have time? We may be able to exchange ideas by the way."

Before Roger could speak, she continued, "A gentleman doesn't turn down the same lady twice."

Roger smiled, "Time, place."

Kelly took out her mobile phone, "There are only preliminary plans, and the specific time has not been set yet. Give me your phone number, and I will inform you later."

"Okay." Roger nodded.

"I hope this time, your body is very convenient!" Kelly said with a pun, then waved her hand and turned away.

"I'm ready, this time I'm going to see what tricks you guys are going to play." Roger muttered softly, and returned home with his musical instrument on his back.

Next, he needs to make some modifications to the musical instrument box, and try to hide the steel sword in it perfectly and easily.

For Roger's new hobby, Andreen naturally fully supports it. In her opinion, boys need to be more confident, confident, brave and versatile. This is the common standard for Western girls to choose a mate.

It didn't take long for Kelly to inform Roger of the specific time. She was very provocative on the phone. If it was an ordinary boy, I would have been unable to suppress the hormones in the body.

But the more she was like this, the more calm Roger became.

While waiting, he did not sit idle and continued to practice.

Time passed, and soon came the evening of the Party day.