Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 301 - Chapter 301 Chapter 301 The Witch in the Woods

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: The Witch in the Woods Chapter 301: Chapter 301: The Witch in the Woods Before Roger could step forward to help, Goway’s petite figure moved backward while she extended a hand to block the incoming figure.

At that moment, an angry voice came from inside the room.

“Why don’t you just go and die?!”

Immediately after, a tall green figure emerged.

And it was the first time Roger had seen what a dryad looked like.

The man who walked out was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with light green skin. Although his voice sounded rough, his features were extremely delicate, even surpassing some human females.

His limbs were also a bit longer than those of a normal person, and the muscles on his arms weren’t bulky.

The dryad Goway was holding up was slightly shorter, and just from the size, he fell short by a lot compared to the man at the door.

“If it wasn’t for your incitement, how would Lorry have touched that damned sword!”

The man bellowed.

“He was your best friend, he was going to get married next month.”

The voice was tinged with a hint of choking.

The other person, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, remained silent, a trace of regret flickering in his eyes.

“Goway, you’re here.”

The tall man then noticed Roger and his companion, but his gaze quickly moved past Roger.

Goway’s face also looked terrible, “It’s Lorry.”

It seemed that Goway also knew the dryad who had died.

“Tell us in detail about what happened.”

“And how did Lorry die?”

Roger asked.

“Come with me,” the tall man sighed, leading Roger and his companion to the back.

Most of the village’s buildings were placed upon trees, with the branches interconnected, forming a large area in midair.

The treehouses were exquisite, looking from afar like a hanging garden in the sky.

Pushing the door open, on a wood bed woven from vines, lay a young man with a pale face. His right hand had a split that curled open but showed no sign of blood.

“After he returned, he fell ill, and once he recovered from the illness, he became distracted, wandering around the village every day, as if searching for something.”

“The others were more or less the same.”

“We even went to see that woman in the woods, but after her examination, she found nothing amiss.”

“An insignificant wound, yet it claimed his life.”

“Was he the first person to pull out the sword?”

Roger suddenly spoke.

The man paused briefly, then seemed to understand something.

“You mean… there might be others?”

“It’s just a guess,” Roger was somewhat uncertain.

“Were Lorry and the others the first to find this sword?”

“Where?”

Roger asked again.

“In the village cemetery.”

The man glanced at Roger, “That place is forbidden grounds, outsiders aren’t allowed to enter.”

“Not even Goway?”

The man stubbornly shook his head.

“Women and outsiders aren’t allowed there.”

Roger felt somewhat vexed.

“Aside from your cemetery, has the sword appeared anywhere else?”

The man nodded.

“Before Lorry’s accident, many people claimed they had seen it, but after the incident, everyone said they never saw the sword again.”

This was going to be problematic.

Roger frowned, glancing at Goway.

Goway sighed, “This is also the first time I’ve encountered something so strange; behind every cursed item before, there was a manipulator. As long as we found the manipulator and dealt with them…”

“The trouble would disappear.”

Upon hearing what Goway said, Roger suddenly thought of something, “Speaking of the manipulator, wasn’t Lorry with that young man when they found the Sword in the Stone?”

“But why is it that of the two people, only Lorry touched the sword? Everyone’s young, under normal circumstances after one tries, wouldn’t the other give it a try no matter what?”

This peculiar situation led Roger to have his suspicions.

“Did they have any conflicts usually?”

The first thing Roger thought of was women; that Lorry, as he was about to get married, could there be a reason because of this…

While this thought swirled in his mind, Roger kept silent. He didn’t understand the situation here, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to voice such a conjecture directly.

“You’re talking about Yolinger, right?”

The man sighed, “He’s a good lad. A few days ago, he and Lorry went up the mountain together when they encountered a beast. During the battle, his hands were injured.”

“That’s why he didn’t attempt to pull out the sword.”

Injured… Pulling out the sword.

Wasn’t that too much of a coincidence?

Roger and Goway exited the room and it wasn’t until they were far away that Goway finally said, “I know what you were about to ask just now, but that’s impossible.”

“Dryads are carefree by nature, they value freedom, and they don’t even have the emotion of jealousy in their perception.”

“They are the best of friends; there has been peace here for many years, there couldn’t possibly be a case of killing one’s own kind over feelings.”

Roger kept silent. It was his first time dealing with a matter related to cursed items here and he couldn’t make rash judgments.

“While we still have time, let’s go find someone in the forest.”

“The woman you mentioned just now?”

Goway nodded her head.

“She’s somewhat of a Witch in the woods.”

“She’s different from the usual understanding of a Witch; she’s a special kind of species.”

“You better be careful.”

“Because they love to devour the livers of young men the most.”

“She has many eyes and ears in the forest, she might be able to help us find that sword.”

“We must return before nightfall.”

“The forest at night is a different world from the day.”

“They each have their own masters.”

Roger nodded, if the daytime belonged to the Dryads, then the night naturally belonged to those creatures that roamed the darkness.

This time, without horses, Goway led Roger straight into the woods. Sometimes she would extend her palm to touch the large trees next to her, sometimes she would summon passing deer.

Her emerald green pupils reflected the brilliance of nature; as they walked, no ferocious beasts or poisonous snakes attempted to attack them.

“Is it a kind of spell or a special racial gift?”

Seeing a python thick as an arm coiled around Goway yet not attacking her, Roger asked out of curiosity.

“Both, I suppose.”

As they walked, the trees around them became sparse, the fragrance of flowers disappeared, replaced by a trace of rot.

Parting the branches, a dilapidated straw hut appeared before them with brightly colored flowers and herbs planted in front of its door.

A python as thick as a bucket was coiled on one side; sensing someone approaching, it stuck out its tongue, making a slight hissing noise.

“A pure Forest Fairy deigns to approach our polluted abode.”

A voice came from where the giant python was coiled.

Rustle, rustle.

The coiled python slithered aside, revealing a woman whose face was covered by a head of grey hair.

The fact that she was a woman was clear only because the tattered cloth she wore revealed a glimpse of what lay beneath.

“Heheheh…”

The woman let out a strange laugh, “Young man, what are you looking at?”

“Do you like my body?”

Roger chuckled awkwardly, “Don’t get the wrong idea, ma’am.”

“I was just checking for a friend of mine.”