Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 227 - Chapter 227 Chapter 227 Solving the Puzzle

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Solving the Puzzle Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Solving the Puzzle “Just a friendly reminder, even though I lost the game, my mood is quite good, you know…”

Hathaway sipped her coffee, smiling at Roger.

Roger could only shrug helplessly.

At that moment, Hathaway seemed very happy, but Roger wasn’t able to feel any joy at all.

Because the outcome of the Gwent Cards was the complete opposite of Hathaway’s current mood.

“Could there be something wrong with the Hunter’s Cabin?”

“Did the Gwent Cards I cobbled together not have any divination function after all, or did I overlook some important detail?”

Hathaway kept looking at Roger with a beaming smile.

“With such obvious hints, what’s there to hesitate about?”

“Alright then.”

Even though Hathaway appeared to be in high spirits, Roger thought about it and decided to stick to the Principles of Gwent Cards and interpret the cards.

“I don’t need to stress the importance of interpreting the cards, but unlike normal divination, interpreting Gwent Cards involves a much broader range of considerations.”

Roger drew two cards from the other two decks and placed them on the table.

“The Northern Domain and Monsters, plus the Scoia’tael in your hand and my Nivagard, make four major factions.”

“These four factions represent four powers that cooperate and battle with each other, and each character on the card has their personality and story.”

“If we amplify these characters and events and the interactions between the factions into a whole, it’s like a miniature world.”

“By extrapolating the possible outcomes of a situation based on the operational principles of this small world, that’s the quintessence of how a complete set of Gwent Cards operates.”

“Now, back to our current situation.”

Roger pointed at the remaining cards on the table.

“Normally, the remaining information on the board affects most interpretations of the outcome, but as I’ve said before.”

“Would you rather believe in three individual cards, or in the grand cycle of a complete system?”

“Naturally, the latter.”

Hathaway replied.

Roger nodded.

“So, in the process of interpreting Gwent Cards, not only do we need to consider the final result, but the process itself also has its significance.”

“In the first game, from weakness to strength, although you ultimately lost, the momentum here was booming, which also reflected your mood.”

Roger pointed at a Weather Card near Hathaway’s hand.

“Weather Cards, as a type of special card, have an important directionality and often indicate whether the outcome of something will be good or bad.”

Hearing this, Hathaway chuckled and tapped gently on the Weather Card representing the Scoia’tael on the table.

Half of the sun’s face on the card was hidden behind the clouds.

This obviously wasn’t a positive sign.

“Are you saying that my mood is bad?”

Hathaway shrugged her shoulders.

“Please, Roger, my hint was clear enough.”

She pointed at the clock on the wall.

“I’m quite certain that at this very moment, my mood is very good.”

She looked at Roger with a smile, almost as if she was enjoying a joke.

“Let me explain slowly.”

Roger laughed awkwardly.

To be honest, he wasn’t sure how to continue interpreting at this point.

Was he supposed to forcefully bring it back on track?

“Ahem, let’s continue.”

“The basic information of Gwent Cards doesn’t change, but specific details might vary after the end.”

Roger picked up Hathaway’s Weather Card.

“Sunny turning cloudy.”

“Considering your question, it means your mood was initially very joyful, but then something happened that made you change your mind, turning a good mood bad.”

“Hmm… go on.”

Hathaway leaned back.

Seeing the smile before him, Roger could only continue explaining based on the Principles of Gwent Cards.

“The turn from sunny to cloudy in the Scoia’tael faction was caused by a Weather Card from my side, which means your good mood was affected by the external, objective world outside.”

Roger tapped his finger on a card on his side.

“It’s this one!”

The card depicted a Nivagard nobleman in military attire, “The low number in the upper left corner of the card indicates that the person affecting your mood isn’t very powerful, but he probably comes from a good background.”

“The second round’s victory was narrow, so his influence on you is also extremely limited, because, combining the information from the character’s background on the card, we can also deduce more detailed things.”

“Of course, at this point, the accuracy drops significantly; in fact, it’s already not much related to our divination issue.”

Roger slowly raised his head.

“Overall, it’s like this, because of a weak but well-backed individual’s appearance, your mood experienced a slight fluctuation, from sunny to cloudy.”

“Of course, it’s far from reaching the level of anger.”

Roger was speaking when he noticed Hathaway across from him, first slightly shocked and then her beaming face suddenly dimmed.

Before Roger could say anything, Hathaway realized what the issue was.

She glanced at the card on the table and Roger across from her, her expression turning extremely surprised as the pointer on the wall indicating ten barely moved forward.

“You guessed right?!”

To some degree, the shock inside Hathaway even dissipated some of the gloom in her heart.

She pointed in the direction of the door.

“That guy who’s ruining my mood has appeared.”

Clearly, Hathaway’s originally good mood was completely ruined by the arrival of a certain individual.

Roger turned his head and saw several people walking into the coffee shop from the entrance.

The one in the lead was a handsome young man, slight of build, wearing rimless glasses.

His hair was slightly curly, and he was dressed in a neat casual outfit, with a bright gaze, though there was something slightly aggressive about his demeanor.

As he swept his gaze around the cafe, he quickly noticed Roger and Hathaway sitting to one side and gave a nod to his companions.

The young man smiled and walked over to where Roger and Hathaway were sitting.

“Hathaway, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Is this your friend?”

“I’m Miles, nice to meet you.”

The man bent slightly and reached out his right hand to Roger in an introductory gesture.

His manners were impeccable.

Roger lightly pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Roger.”

“Hathaway, will Mr. Roger also be attending tomorrow’s symposium?”

Hathaway didn’t respond to the question, “Miles, you’ve already won, shouldn’t you have no need to pay attention to me, a loser anymore?”

Miles smiled, “The teacher said that the study of Spiritual Energy lies in exchange, we cannot rely on what’s called a gift, only a solid theoretical foundation and knowledge are what we should pay attention to.”

“The teacher…”

Hathaway’s pupils contracted slightly, a momentary sense of loss flashing in her eyes.

“Oh… The news must not have gotten out yet, right?”

“But Ms. Egger has already decided to take me as her student.”

Miles’ face was brimming with confidence, and at that moment, he glanced down at the Gwent Cards on the table.

“What’s this, are you playing a game?”

Miles began to lift a corner of the card.

“Snap!”

Roger pressed a finger to the edge of the card, turned slightly, and smiled at Miles.

“Would you like to play a round of Gwent Card?”