Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 246 - Chapter 246 Chapter 246 The Stranger

Chapter 246: Chapter 246 The Stranger Chapter 246: Chapter 246 The Stranger The weather was clear, the sunlight shining on the azure sea, stirring up small waves with the slightly salty sea breeze.

Several yachts patrolled the open waters, with people occasionally peering around.

“Give it up, Mira.”

“That guy must have been eaten by the monster.”

A tall young man complained.

“We all told him there were monsters on the island, but he just wouldn’t believe us. Now what?”

“Shut up!”

Mira turned her head and glared angrily.

“Think about it, he saved your life after all!”

The young man opened his mouth but said nothing after hearing Mira’s words.

He had to admit he was jealous of Mira’s concern for the stranger, but equally, just as Mira had said,

the guy had saved his own life.

“Look, what is that?”

Right then, someone on the boat shouted loudly.

Startled, everyone rushed to the railing, white fins were rapidly approaching from afar on the sea surface.

Their distinctive shape instinctively brought to mind a type of ferocious marine creature.

“Sharks?!”

“It seems there’s not just one!”

Only then did the people notice that the water near the sharks was somewhat murky, and not far from them, several white shadows were swiftly approaching from underneath.

Just as everyone gasped, the sea surface exploded with splashes, and a figure broke through the water.

It was a person.

A person whose face could not be seen clearly, holding a steel sword in his hand.

As the figure emerged, the shark below him also leaped out of the water, its belly ripped open with a hole, its innards plopping into the sea.

The rich scent of blood attracted other predators.

But at that moment, the figure in mid-air flipped his body and landed straight onto the back of one of the attacking sharks.

The steel sword in his hand instantly pierced through the shark!

“Ro… Roger?”

Mira couldn’t help but exclaim, and at this moment, the others also recognized the face of the figure.

It was Roger, who had led them away from the island not long before.

“This guy actually isn’t dead?”

The tall young man couldn’t help but murmur.

At that moment, Mira had no intention of being angry with him, “Hurry, help!”

“Everyone, quick, help!”

The water churned with splashes, a large patch of blood spread, quickly staining the nearby area red.

The blood blurred their vision, and it was unclear what was happening beneath the sea. Several young men with harpoons were also of no help.

Gurgle.

Pop!

After an indeterminate amount of time, a figure surfaced in the center of the tinted-red water, shaking the water off his face, revealing a familiar visage.

“It’s you guys?”

At this moment, Roger also saw the people by the railing. His gaze swept over Mira’s face, and for a moment, it seemed he understood something.

Even with Mastery of Water, an ordinary Demonic Hunter would have little hope of survival when facing a school of sharks in the open sea.

However, with the bonuses from the Hunter’s Cabin, Roger was an absolute monster in the water. Plus, with the Quinn Dharma Seal protecting him, it would only be a matter of time before he killed off all the sharks.

Once aboard the boat, everyone was naturally curious about Roger’s background, but Roger didn’t explain much.

He was very grateful to Mira; he hadn’t expected that the girl wouldn’t have just talked the talk that day.

After not receiving his calls for two consecutive days, she went to the port to inquire, and the rented boat had not returned; she had actually spent a large sum of money renting all the nearby boats to search for his whereabouts.

Without their extensive search, Roger had no idea how long he would have been adrift at sea.

Seeing Mira’s attitude at this moment, Roger would need to be just a bit proactive…

However, he really wasn’t in the mood at the moment. They exchanged contact information and he reminded the girl that if she encountered any trouble she couldn’t handle, she must inform him promptly.

After returning to the port, Roger parted ways with the others and then went to the Graveyard Cabin.

Several missed calls were showing up on the phone, including Henrik and Ingmar, as well as Terry.

Roger tried calling back, but Henrik was on a mission and hung up after exchanging just a few words.

Terry told Roger that many of the alchemy materials collected this time were rare and might not all be gathered in a short period.

Some of them would even require Roger to find a way himself.

This news made Roger frown.

Without the help of alchemy potions, his progress would be affected, but for now, he had no better options.

He could only note down the materials that Terry couldn’t collect and then ended the call.

Since leaving Bordeaux last time, Roger had gone straight back to Baytown. Except for the recent outing to sea, he usually stayed in the graveyard cabin.

Although Dickinson’s words at the Hunters Guild had made Roger cautious, his attitude before and after was really intriguing.

It didn’t seem very aggressive; it was more like he was probing something.

At first, Roger didn’t know how to deal with Dickinson’s probing, but after returning from the fishing village, he was almost certain of his body’s identity and had some firm thoughts in his mind.

Perhaps he could initiate contact with Dickinson, but he needed a foolproof plan, and if that didn’t work, he would just have to leave this place completely.

The afternoon sun was bright, and Roger ordered a cup of coffee, waiting patiently.

Ding ding dong.

A series of sounds came from the door as someone pushed it open and came in.

Roger didn’t move; he was still planning his escape route in his mind.

He had two best options at the moment.

A black top hat rested on the table, and Dickinson’s somewhat smiling face appeared before him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Roger,” Dickinson said with a smile.

“A hot coffee, thank you,” he said to the nearby server.

“I didn’t expect we’d meet so soon.”

He eyed Roger up and down.

“It looks like there’s something wrong with your body?”

Roger didn’t respond to Dickinson’s query, but stared into his eyes instead.

“Who exactly are you?”

“As I said, we are the same kind.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

Roger clearly didn’t want to hear such equivocal answers.

“I understand your concern, and in fact, we’ve been observing you.”

“We?”

Roger raised an eyebrow.

“Of course.”

Dickinson took the coffee handed to him by the waitress and drank it down in a gulp like he was pouring water.

“The temperature is a bit off,” he said, setting the cup back on the table.

“You don’t think you’re the only special one in this world, do you?”

“We are all the same; our souls come from another world, and the bodies we currently inhabit belonged to someone else.”

“To this world, we are all strangers.”

“It took me a lot of effort to kill the original soul that resided in this body.”

“Unfortunately, even the most perfect body can’t accommodate our souls.”

Dickinson seemed to itch, scratching his neck.

Crack crack!

The sound of his nails scraping against his skin was shrill and grating.

“This body is about to collapse; I need to find a new one.”

He glanced at Roger.

“What about you, what’s wrong with your body?”