Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 271 - Chapter 271 Chapter 271 Green Grass Trial

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Green Grass Trial Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Green Grass Trial Roger instinctively wanted to lift his head, but in the next instant, he forcefully suppressed his body’s natural reaction.

Because the voice did not arise next to his ear, but rather emerged directly in his mind.

He pretended as if nothing were amiss and shifted his gaze, sweeping his eyes over the woman wearing the silver mask.

“Impressive control, although he’s a young man, he’s quite interesting.”

Roger didn’t speak; he emptied his mind to prevent any of his thoughts from being captured by the woman opposite him.

“What a pity…”

The woman chuckled lightly and then no further sound came.

Just then, Roger noticed the white candle on the table burn down to the end, and Dickinson cleared his throat.

“A pleasant gathering–I must take my leave now, looking forward to our next meeting.”

“Crackle!”

The last flicker of light went out, and the scene before his eyes gradually vanished. Roger turned his head to look at the woman with the silver-white mask.

In the blur, he saw a hint of radiance lingering in the woman’s eyes.

Meanwhile, although Roger and Dickinson had ended the assembly, the exchanges among the others in the void had not ceased.

“Poor little fellow, his soul is as tender as a baby’s, must be quite delectable.”

A voice arose.

“Every so often we have to put on a play for the Soul Devourer, and then next time he’ll bring a newcomer. After knowing him for so long, how many souls has this guy devoured?”

“Who keeps track of such things? It doesn’t matter as long as I get my reward.”

The man in the black robe spoke in a low voice.

“Farewell, everyone…”

After these words, his figure vanished into the void.

On the other side, Roger sat quietly in his chair, deep in thought.

“It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?”

Dickinson took off his mask and spoke to Roger.

“Although our souls come from different worlds, as long as we trust each other and help each other, we will gradually find a way to resolve the conflict between soul and body.”

“Then this world will become our new home.”

“Wandering is bound to wear one out eventually.”

Roger was slightly taken aback; he sensed something special in these words.

“The ritual is over now; you can take off your own mask.”

“Next time, you can collect the materials yourself and start the ritual when the Full Moon rises.”

A barely discernible smile flickered in Dickinson’s eyes.

Once one partakes in the ritual and hears the experiences of those of their kind, feels the strength they display, every person will utterly believe what he says next.

“Do you feel they are powerful?”

“Don’t be disheartened. They all started just like you, or even less than you. It’s just that during the continuous transformation process, the soul becomes stronger, raising the upper limit of strength.”

“For us, the soul is fundamental. This body of mine can hardly hold up any longer.”

“I’ve recently found a new target, and I need your help.”

Roger lifted his head, “Do you need to kill him?”

“No need.”

“But I need your help during the transformation process.”

“When?”

Roger pressed.

Dickinson’s gaze flickered for a moment, “About ten days.”

Roger gave him a look, “Didn’t you say that I’m too weak now, and it would be best if I could further enhance my strength so that I can provide you with more protection in the future?”

Dickinson sighed, “I misjudged the state of my own body and can only move the schedule forward.”

“Don’t worry.” Dickinson played his final trump card.

“Over the years, I’ve accumulated a considerable fortune. Once I’ve completely transformed, I will hand it all over to you, so you can enhance your strength even better.”

Roger took off his mask, revealing a mad rapture on his face, “Are you serious?”

Then he restrained the joy on his face.

“Rest assured, Mr. Dickinson, I will definitely help you complete the transformation!” Roger said.

After leaving Dickinson’s villa, Roger cleaned up the disguise on his body in the car.

On the way back, he drove slowly, recalling the look that woman had given him at the end of the ritual.

He remembered every detail over and over again.

Roger knew he had to start preparing.

What he saw of Abraham in New Moon City, the experiences and behaviors at the gathering, and the extraordinary urgency displayed by Dickinson.

“I hope I am wrong in my guesses.”

“Now there are only ten days left.”

Back at his own place, Roger checked on Henrik’s condition; a few days had passed since he last drank the Third Tier Tempering Potion.

The potion’s effects were almost fully manifested, with Henrik’s organs being enhanced and his physical quality growing somewhat.

But compared to the physical enhancement, Henrik himself looked as though he’d been tormented by a score of burly men in turn.

“Are you sure you don’t plan to torture me to death?”

Henrik lay on the ground, not wanting to move even a finger.

“Ingmar’s injuries have almost healed, and she has been looking for you these past few days,” Roger suddenly changed the subject.

Henrik suddenly perked up.

“Let’s get started with the next phase quickly, we’re running out of time!”

“You have one day to rest well, after that, we begin the Green Grass Trial officially.”

Roger slowly explained the entire trial process, the Transcendent Cores he selected were: spinal fluid and venom glands from the Scorpion Lion, hair from the Mourning Banshee.

Two of the materials came from one monster, the Scorpion Lion.

This was a powerful Hybrid Beast, possessing the body of a lion and the tail of a scorpion. Its strong body, combined with its terrible poison, made this creature very difficult to handle.

This kind of creature was completely unseen in the Bordeaux region, and it was Terry who obtained these through special channels.

As for the Mourning Banshee, it is generally said to be the transformation of a woman who was betrayed by the man she loved most and died after enduring painful torture.

It is said that despair had already destroyed their souls before death, and all their resentment was poured into their hair; the longer and more hateful the hair, the deeper the resentment.

Such a potion combination could maximize Henrik’s chances of passing the Green Grass Trial.

After this segment, Henrik also became serious, finding the special Array he had collected before.

This Array could extract the energy from within the Night Demon Bend and infuse it back into his body.

The Array, having been modified by Hunter’s Cabin, was added to the final phase. According to Roger’s estimation, it should speed up the Third Tier transformation.

A day passed in the blink of an eye; to prevent Henrik from gallivanting, Roger stayed close. When everything was ready, he injected Henrik with the first Potion.

The First Tier went very smoothly. Then came the Second Tier; although he experienced hallucinations, under Roger’s control, the impact of the hallucinations on him was minimized.

It wasn’t until the Third Tier began, with the Potion mixed with Scorpion Lion spinal fluid injected into Henrik’s spine, that a mutation occurred!

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