Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 436 - Chapter 436 Chapter 436 Extermination Operation (5)

Chapter 436: Chapter 436 Extermination Operation (5) Chapter 436: Chapter 436 Extermination Operation (5) Initially, Roger had planned to choose the Shadow Gate fragment held by Black Soul.

The Silver Manuscript in the hands of the Paladin was indeed precious, and perhaps for the real Mr. Mist, that item was essential.

But Roger was not Mr. Mist after all.

Hunter’s Cabin was situated in the Shadow World, and if he obtained that fragment of the Shadow Gate, it was very likely that Roger could use the Shadow World around the cabin as a springboard to explore more extensive areas.

Yet, in an instant, another issue came to his mind.

The abandoned Shadow Gate at the Lietta family estate might not be a secret, and this seemingly casual choice might expose certain information about himself.

If that were the case, Roger would rather settle for second best.

At least he could hand over the Silver Manuscript to Hunter’s Cabin.

But now, the more he thought about it, everything seemed to be a conspiracy.

The Paladin had produced a Silver Manuscript containing a complete small world.

If it were Mr. Mist, he would undoubtedly choose the Silver Manuscript, making the outcome of what seemed like a random trade predestined before it even began.

Roger carefully reviewed his actions, pondering the possible flaws that could appear, but after several iterations, the conclusion he arrived at was still just a rough guess.

Abraham’s inaction did not mean he had given up on Pale Blood, it was more likely that he had found another method to obtain it.

The mysterious Mr. Mist might be difficult to find, but if it were someone else, the outcome might not be so certain.

If we follow this line of thought, Abraham’s non-choice becomes the best choice.

First, he doesn’t need to find a treasure impressive enough to sway Roger, and second, he also doesn’t need to deal with the mysterious Mr. Mist.

All he needs to do is lie low, very low, and then wait for the trade to complete before exposing his fangs and delivering a fatal blow.

Compared to the mysterious members of the Mist, others were obviously much easier to deal with.

“Since he has already locked onto the Paladin, then on the day of the trade…”

A thought flashed through Roger’s mind; he had a premonition that on the day of the trade, Abraham would definitely appear!

Having figured out this layer, Roger suddenly felt much more at ease.

Powerful enemies aren’t frightening; unknown enemies are.

What Roger didn’t know was that far away, Abraham, having completed the ceremony, had fallen into contemplation.

“Mr. Mist, you may truly be powerful, but even if I can’t kill you, I’m going to make things difficult for you.”

A flicker of pain crossed his face.

Others may not remember much about the Pale Blood in that Lantern.

But since it originated from his own body, despite only glancing it briefly, Abraham could still discern it.

The Pale Blood in the Lantern had diminished somewhat.

Where the content went was naturally obvious.

“These greedy fellows, all wanting to possess my Pale Blood, I will make you pay the price!”

Abraham thought of a brilliant method without needing to take action himself; if all went well, everyone, even the mysterious Mr. Mist, would pay a price.

…

Night.

Noisy footsteps echoed through the pitch-black alley, the moonlight casting onto the face of the figure in the alley.

“How could anyone find me when I’m hidden so covertly?”

“There isn’t even a Transcendent Being in this town, how could the Knights possibly investigate here?”

“Clack clack clack!”

He ran frantically, the soles of his shoes striking the ground and producing a crisp sound that traveled far in the darkness.

But as he ran, the man noticed something off; the familiar alley seemed to have no end, and turning his head, he saw a figure flash around the corner.

“You can’t escape.”

“Ever heard of the Endless Corridor?”

“Even if you run till dawn, you’ll never get out of this alley.”

The figure emerged from the darkness; a young man with a slightly round face, small eyes that squinted into slits when he smiled, but at this moment, the expression could not be associated with warmth or friendliness.

His eyes were filled with sharp murderous intent.

“Unfortunately, you won’t make it until dawn.”

“You souls from the Otherworld are like pests, and it’s disgusting!”

“Ha ha!”

Knowing he had no way to leave, the man gave up running and burst into crazed laughter, his expression full of madness.

“You think I’m disgusting?”

“So-called Round Table Knights, how different are your Inheritance Ceremonies from what we do?”

The man looked at the slightly overweight young man opposite him, “Can you honestly say that you’re using your own body?”

The young man shook his head.

“It’s not the same.”

“We do it to maintain stability, whereas you’re just trying to survive.”

No sooner had he spoken than the young man appeared in front of the man, his fist gleaming with the sheen of steel, and he threw a punch that exploded through the air!

The fight began abruptly and ended just as quickly.

Soon after, a voice came from the end of the corridor, as the seemingly endless alley had somehow returned to normal.

“Bos, how’s it going on your side?”

“Caught that pest…”

The round-faced young man known as Bos turned around, his usually calm face smeared with blood.

“Sorry, he reacted too violently, and I couldn’t hold back in time.”

“Forget it.”

“It’s just a pest.”

“Let’s clean up and head back quickly, Mr. Lancelot has other assignments for us.”

“It’s odd, these pests are usually very careful, like sewer rats that you just can’t kill off, but this time, I don’t know where Mr. Lancelot got his information, yet he managed to pinpoint so many people’s whereabouts so accurately.”

“This has been the easiest rat-hunting job I’ve had.”

“At this rate, it won’t be long before we’ve wiped out all the pests in Europe.”

The round-faced young man, Bos, said nothing but indifferently wiped the bloodstains from his hands.

“Where’s the next one?”

He asked, clenching his fist.

Meanwhile, Lancelot in Mist City called on his phone, “The information you provided is very accurate, it makes me suspect you might be one of them.”

“What’s next, where is the next target?”

Lancelot asked.

As the most powerful Heritage Knight of the Round Table Knight Order, his primary task was typically to clear the so-called pests lurking among the regular people.

Those Otherworldly Visitors.

Yet, the bounty of recent days had been unprecedented.

As a result, he had received lavish praise from Green, and though it wasn’t stated outright, the conversation hinted at giving Lancelot the position for the next Order leader.

It was therefore that Lancelot overlooked the possibility of certain traps within.

Thankfully, no accidents had occurred.

Yet he did not let down his guard, remaining wary of the provider of the information.

“If you’re just using us to deal with some people, you’d better clean up nicely, and not let me catch any dirt on you,” Lancelot warned.

“Heh heh.”

A snicker came from the other end.

“You’ve done well, so I’ll reward you with a big fish.”

“Wait for my message.” With that, the caller hung up.

Before long, the technician tracking the phone’s information approached Lancelot, “I’m very sorry, sir, we’ve found the person who made the call.”

“It’s just that he died three days ago.”