Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 397 - Chapter 397 Chapter 397 Tomb of King Arthur

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Tomb of King Arthur Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Tomb of King Arthur The crow in the cage suddenly stopped cawing. At the same time, its swelling body began to rapidly shrink back to its normal size.

“He has found the soul of the deceased,” Goway said with a face full of surprise.

But the smile on her face hadn’t lasted for a second when, in the next moment, the crow that had returned to normal suddenly expanded again, instantly filling the entire cage without any friction or compression.

The overstretched crow exploded with a bang into a shower of flesh.

“What does this mean, a failure or a success?”

Henrik shielded himself from the flying flesh and asked.

“At the last moment, the crow found the deceased’s soul, but for some unknown reason, it couldn’t summon it back.”

“It feels like his soul is trapped in a place…” Goway’s eyes brightened as she spoke.

“This situation seems somewhat similar to Stephen’s, only Stephen is still alive.”

Roger’s expression, however, was somewhat grave.

“Maybe Stephen is the next Edward; he doesn’t have much time left.”

“It’s not entirely without gain.”

An ethereal shadow crawled out from the shattered flesh of the crow. Its facial features were blurry, but it bore a resemblance to how Edward had looked in life.

Then the pieces of flesh fused back together, restoring the crow’s pre-explosion form, and the faint shadow merged into the body of the crow.

Flap flap!

The crow flapped its wings and jumped onto the chandelier on the ceiling.

Its bloodshot eyes watched everyone.

“Although the spell failed and wasn’t able to fully summon back Edward’s soul, it at least pointed us in a general direction.”

“With this crow’s guidance, we can find the place where Edward’s soul is imprisoned, and the missing part of Stephen’s may be there as well.”

Just then, Veronica, who had gone out to gather information, also made a phone call.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t found any news about the castle exploration or the party; also, I checked the vehicles Stephen and the others used for their trip half a month ago, but there are no clues either.”

“This is too strange. It’s as if a mysterious force has erased all of this.”

Veronica’s voice was tinged with disappointment.

“Look at this, what do you see?”

Just then, Henrik suddenly pointed to traces left in the center of the Array and said.

Wax tears left after the white candles burned slowly trickled down, converging in the center of the Array, forming a line of twisted text.

Glastonbury Abbey.

“Is it the place where King Arthur is buried?”

Henrik asked.

Glastonbury was originally just an ordinary place, but it became a famous tourist attraction because of the Tomb of King Arthur; many people have heard of it, even if they have never visited.

“King Arthur is just a name concocted by novelists. The Sword in the Stone exists, but there is no such person as Arthur in the Transcendent World.”

“By comparison, another name is more famous.”

Goway added.

“Bedivere.”

“The first and the last of the knights; in the legend, he was the one who retired to the Abbey in Glastonbury in the end.”

“As for which Abbey it was, that remains unknown.”

“Could this matter still be related to the Round Table Knights?”

Roger felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

From any perspective, the hermitage of a Heritage Knight didn’t seem like a place that would be cursed by evil forces.

Yet the clues in front of them pointed towards that very place.

“Let’s go, we’ll head there together.”

Glastonbury wasn’t far from Mist City; geographically, it lay to the southwest. After leaving Edward’s villa, the group spent less than two hours to arrive at this world-famous tourist destination.

The area attracted tourists from all over the world throughout the year, with the Tomb of King Arthur being the most notable attraction.

For whatever reason, they went to the Tomb of King Arthur for a visit. Contrary to their expectations, it was much smaller in size than they had imagined, but tourists were still tirelessly exploring the legend of King Arthur.

“…King Arthur was eventually buried here.”

An explanation drifted from nearby, from a tour guide leading a group of visitors from other countries around the tomb of King Arthur.

“The legend is false, so naturally the tomb is empty.”

Henrik muttered softly, looking at Roger, “If the character of King Arthur doesn’t exist, what is buried down there? An empty coffin, or did they just stuff some random thing inside?”

As they were discussing this, an old man nearby noticed the raven on Goway’s shoulder and walked over, separating himself from the crowd.

“Is this your pet? Miss, this is the first time I’ve seen someone train a raven to this extent.”

The old man reached out as if to touch the raven’s sharp beak, and that’s when Roger noticed that the man was tall and imposing, but his left sleeve hung empty.

Flap flap!

The raven flapped its wings and leapt from Goway’s shoulder, flying away.

“A creature with spirit.”

The old man withdrew his gaze and, following Roger’s eyes, said, “I lost my arm in a foreign land during battle when I was young.”

Roger smiled but didn’t say anything, instead following the direction Goway had left.

“What’s going on?”

Roger had thought Goway had intentionally made the raven leave her shoulder, but once they stepped out of the sightseeing area, it became apparent that the raven seemed to be purposefully searching for something.

Stopping and starting, it led them away from the town.

For safety purposes, Veronica and Stephen were left behind in the Fairy Tale World. Being at the core of their manuscript, Veronica and the others were designated by Roger as being in a safe zone.

That way, he didn’t have to worry about any accidents befalling them inside.

“This raven was shaped from a trace of Edward’s soul; it seems that being close enough triggered the connection between them.”

“If we continue to follow it, we may be able to find the ancient castle Stephen and the others visited, or the true location where Edward’s soul is imprisoned.”

Upon entering the woods, the raven picked up speed, and Roger and his companions accordingly increased their pace.

At the same time, in the Tomb of King Arthur, the old man with one arm, who had previously spoken to Roger and his companions, slowly rejoined the crowd.

He glanced around, his calm gaze taking in everyone present, as if a lion was picking out a tasty meal in his territory.

“Thank you for the recommendation. I didn’t know there was an ancient castle preserved for over a hundred years nearby.”

A few young people bid farewell to the one-armed old man, who then moved through the crowd and drove away from the area.

After traveling down a stretch of highway and following a secluded path into the mountains, circling around, and crossing over a small hill, a serene lake, as calm as a sapphire, appeared before him.

In front of the water was a uniquely designed cabin.

After parking his car and tidying up briefly, the old man settled himself in a lounge chair by the lake. It was rare for Glastonbury not to be raining, and it seemed like fine weather.

The old man placed a straw hat over his face and held a fishing rod in one hand, lying contentedly on the chair.

A breeze swept by, rippling the lake.

A rumbling sound of a car engine came from a distance, as if uninvited guests had intruded into this tranquil space.

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