Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 238 - Chapter 238 Chapter 238 Same Kind

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Same Kind Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Same Kind “What’s wrong, a little disappointed?”

Henrik seemed to have noticed something off about Roger and glanced at Ingmar beside him, teasing him.

“Why are you looking at me?”

Ingmar snorted coldly.

“Excellent men are always favored by women.”

“Unlike some people…”

Henrik’s expression froze on his face, and he opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed the rest of his words wisely.

After a moment’s adjustment, Roger’s facial expression had returned to normal. He shook the piece of white paper in his hand slightly and leaned forward a bit while quickly sweeping a glance at the faces of the other two with the corner of his eye.

“They can’t see it?”

“Is it some kind of spell?”

The sentence on the paper exposed Roger’s most important secret.

This body’s identity was like a ticking time bomb, preventing Roger from being at ease.

Roger neatly folded the letter paper and put it into an envelope, then stood up and found the waiter who had left just a moment ago.

“Who gave you this letter?”

Roger raised the envelope in his hand.

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember.”

The waiter tried hard to think for a moment, “Maybe I’ve been too busy these past days, I just remember that I had to give it to you.”

Roger sighed. It appeared that he couldn’t get any clues from this young man.

His gaze swept over the faces of the Demon Hunters in the bar, one by one.

“Could the sender be hiding in the crowd, watching my reaction?”

His heart sank slightly – concern led to chaos, and his response just now had indeed been a little thoughtless.

However, such affirmative words meant that the other party really knew something. It probably wasn’t a mere probe.

Roger didn’t bring up the incident when he returned to his seat. The three of them chatted casually, but all of Roger’s attention was on the surrounding environment.

With the collapse of the Voodoo Association, Henrik’s holiday had also lost its meaning. After a quick lunch of fast food at noon, the three of them drove together to the Hunters Guild.

It was Roger’s second time here, and compared to the desolation of his last visit, the Hunters Guild was now teeming with people, with many standing in the previously spacious hall.

Among them, a few people made no effort to conceal the special aura emanating from their bodies.

“Some elites from the Demon Hunting families.”

Henrik snorted with a hint of derision.

“Hmph, back in my day, I used to be…”

Ever since Roger found out about Henrik’s past, the guy would always start sentences with “back in my day.”

Once or twice was fine, but after hearing it too often…

Avoiding Henrik’s verbal barrage, Roger approached a separate window.

“I’ve just ascended to Transcendence and came to register.”

The receptionist, a girl with a ponytail, looked at Roger in surprise, “What’s going on lately, people are becoming Transcendents at ever younger ages.”

She efficiently recorded Roger’s basic information, “Please go upstairs, we have someone special to greet you.”

With a badge in hand, Roger arrived at a room on the second floor. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened, revealing a familiar face at the doorway.

“Peter?”

“Roger!”

The two exchanged glances, speaking simultaneously.

“You’ve become a Transcendent?”

They then smiled at each other.

“You go in first, we’ll talk later.”

Roger entered, finding an empty room save for one person sitting there.

“Mr. Dickinson…”

Roger’s gaze flickered.

Dickinson sat behind the chair with squinted eyes. Even though his face was smiling, the probing look in his eyes was still uncomfortable.

“Mr. Roger, I told you we’d meet again.”

“You were sure I could become a Transcendent?”

Roger was slightly surprised.

“No, no, no.”

Dickinson shook his head, “That’s a different matter.”

“Please sit.”

He pointed to a chair opposite the table, “Would you like something to drink?”

The conversation between the two was very similar to when they last met at the University of Bordeaux.

“No, thank you.”

Roger still found it difficult to adjust to Dickinson’s peculiar gaze.

Dickinson took a sip of water, looked up at Roger, and asked casually:

“Did you receive the letter I sent you?”

“A letter?”

A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, and Roger struggled to suppress his emotions, “Oh?”

“You mean the joke someone played on me yesterday, a blank piece of stationery?”

“Hehe.”

A spasm twitched Dickinson’s cheek as he revealed an unattractive smile.

“Whether it’s a blank piece of stationery, only you would know best.”

He set down his cup, his expression calm as he watched Roger.

“Don’t be nervous, Mr. Roger, I’m not your enemy.”

“To be precise…”

“We are the same kind!”

Roger stared at Dickinson across from him, remaining silent.

“I understand, being the outcasts that we are, shunned by our own world and not accepted by others, it’s only natural to be cautious around anyone.”

He spread his hands.

“But in this perilous world, we should stick together even more.”

Dickinson’s voice became progressively deeper, but at that moment, Roger suddenly stood up.

“Mr. Dickinson, I have no idea what you’re talking about, are we done with the record-keeping?”

“My friends are still waiting for me.”

“Hehe.”

Dickinson let out a strange laugh, “There’s no rush, Mr. Roger, you can leave at any time.”

“I know it’s hard to earn your trust in such an environment, but I believe you’ll come back to me.”

“Before there’s a problem with your body.”

“Like I’ve said before, we will meet again.”

“Definitely!”

Even though he had countless questions in his mind, at this moment in this room, Roger dared not show the slightest bit.

He even feared that upon pushing open the door, he would face numerous guns.

“Wait a moment.”

As he touched the doorknob, Dickinson’s voice came from behind him.

“There’s something I need to inform you about, newly ascended Transcendent, Elite Hunter Roger. Although you’re not part of the Hunters Guild, by becoming a Transcendent in the Bordeaux area,”

“You are required to complete a task for the Hunters Guild in New Moon City.”

Roger turned his head.

“Is it compulsory?”

“Not exactly.”

“The Cursed Land and the real world affect each other. By becoming a Transcendent in the Bordeaux area, in a way, your advancement might cause a new monster to appear in New Moon City.”

“Thus…”

Roger nodded, grasping Dickinson’s implication.

“When do I have to do it, and are there any requirements regarding the difficulty of the task?”

“A task of the Transcendent level, best if completed within a year.”

“I understand.”

Roger didn’t agree rashly; he planned to ask around first.

“Nothing else then.”

Dickinson cautioned in conclusion: “Goodbye, Mr. Roger, I hope the next time we meet, your body hasn’t broken down.”

“Tsk tsk, once this thing is broken down…”

Dickinson revealed a sinister smile.

“You’ll have to find another one.”

“However, a suitable body is indeed very hard to find.”

“Good luck.”