Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 437 - Chapter 437 Chapter 437 The World Beneath Baron Iron Tower (6)

Chapter 437: Chapter 437: The World Beneath Baron Iron Tower (6) Chapter 437: Chapter 437: The World Beneath Baron Iron Tower (6) Baron.

As the capital of Faku, this city, like Mist City, is one of the top international cities in all of Europe.

The romance of France is world-renowned, drawing passionate men and women from all over the globe, with attractions such as the Arc de Triomphe and Notre Dame. The most famous of these, however, is the Iron Tower that stands in the city center.

Roger was well aware of the Iron Tower and its surroundings, and now he was wearing the mask given to him by Claudia, completely altered in appearance, build, and demeanor.

The clothes he wore were not much different from those of any tourist visiting the city.

Roger had originally planned to set the time for early morning when the sun was abundant and there were not too many people around, but after some thought, the Paladin had changed the time to noon.

That was when the tourists were at their peak.

Perhaps he did it out of consideration for his own safety.

Indeed, at these famous landmarks, it wasn’t unheard of for Transcendent events to occur, but anyone brazen enough to make such a shocking move was invariably met with a grisly end.

Regardless of their power.

From this, Roger could sense the strength of the Privy Council from another perspective.

They might have more important affairs to attend to, but that didn’t mean they lacked the ability to rectify a situation or punish those who erred after something happened.

He checked his watch, the hands were aligned, and the time was noon.

“Mr. Mist has kept you waiting.”

A voice suddenly sounded close to his ear.

Roger turned in surprise, to find that a tall man had appeared beside him without notice.

He had a plain appearance and wore casual clothing that could be seen everywhere, holding a black briefcase in his hand.

“Your disguise is quite thorough.”

The tall man, who was the Paladin, spoke.

“You’re not bad yourself,” Roger said, giving the Paladin a few glances. Honestly, with his current eyesight, he could not discern the Paladin’s true power.

Very peculiar.

His aura seemed to be constantly fluctuating.

“Shall we… begin the trade?”

“Right here?”

The Paladin asked.

“Where is your item?” Roger’s gaze fell on the briefcase the Paladin was holding.

“I have prepared a Baron travel guide for you. There is a page in it that I think you will like,” the Paladin said, unzipping the case and pulling out a book. He flipped it to a specific page to show Roger.

On the page there was a verdant island surrounded by crystal-clear waters. Waves crashed against its shores, and seabirds circled in the sky above.

“What about your item?” the Paladin’s hands clutched the page firmly.

“Right here,” Roger said calmly, pulling the zipper of his jacket and reaching into an inner pocket. Then, to the Paladin’s astonishment, he pulled out a Lantern!

The sight was uncannily bizarre.

It was as if someone had pulled a meter-long stick from their trouser pocket right before your eyes!

“How… how is this possible?”

The Paladin’s eyes widened.

You see, the larger the area of Cursed Land and the more complete its rules, the more stable its internal space. Some Cursed Items, due to special circumstances, may also form a small internal space.

But the structure of such spaces is easily affected by the surrounding environment, leading to the loss or damage of stored items.

Therefore, things like Qiankun Bags and storage rings from Cultivation novels haven’t been seen in this world by Roger.

As for the Paladin, he indeed possessed a Silver Manuscript which contained a small world within it, but every opening and closing of this world was a grandiose event.

If one wishes to become a target, please feel free to try.

So he was utterly astonished to see Roger pull a lantern from his pocket.

In fact, Roger had just connected the shadows between his garments to the Shadow Cottage, from which he retrieved a lantern holding Pale Blood from the Storage Box.

Almost instantaneously, the Paladin crushed the lantern, absorbing the Pale Blood into his body, while at the same time, Roger had taken the book from his hands.

“All went well.”

The Paladin carefully backed away.

“I plan to leave now.”

“So do I.”

The two exchanged glances, shared a smile, took a few steps back, and vanished into the crowd.

Meanwhile, on a building near the Iron Tower, a woman with a vacant expression put down her telescope and picked up the phone to speak to someone on the other end:

“Your men had better have already arrived around the Iron Tower.”

“The target is a young man, wearing a gray jacket over a checkered shirt and jeans, with an ordinary appearance.”

“Oh, he’s standing at the base of the Iron Tower right now…”

“You’d better hurry.”

The woman’s expression was vacant, like a marionette.

As she spoke, a young man in the crowd took off his hood, locking his gaze firmly on a tall man carrying a briefcase.

“I feel it!”

“Pulsing within his body…”

“The blood that belongs to me!”

Struggling to suppress the excitement on his face, “Paladin, enjoy yourself for a while, but you won’t escape!” he sneered.

“Hehe.”

“As for this so-called Mr. Mist, you’d better not be the one coming to the trade in person, otherwise Lancelot’s people are sure to give you some trouble.”

“Let the fight begin, better if some perish, and if Lancelot dies too… tsk tsk, the whole of Europe will be abuzz.”

At that moment, Roger, who was walking briskly, also sensed something was amiss.

He pretended to admire the scenery, yet he had everything around him in full view. Disguised with a mask, not even using Hunter Vision did anyone notice him.

“A Transcendent?”

“Is it one of the Paladin’s men or an ambush by Abraham?” Roger’s muscles tensed.

He concentrated, meanwhile sensing the distance between the bundle of Pale Blood and himself.

He had been prepared for today’s trade much earlier, and though the Paladin took away the Pale Blood, unless he immediately consumed it, Roger was certain to sense it.

Several people were gradually enveloping him in a triangle formation in the distance. Among the crowd, Roger slowly clenched his fists.

His vigilance also alerted the others, and their gazes clashed in the air. To them, the surrounding passersby might as well have vanished, leaving only each other in their field of vision.

A battle seemed like it could erupt at any moment!

At a certain point high up on the Iron Tower, Lancelot’s silver hair danced in the air. He looked down at everything happening below him.

All life seemed to crawl at his feet, as though everything was within his control.

“Idiot, thinking you can control everything from behind the scenes?” Lancelot sneered.

“As long as there’s a purpose, exposure is inevitable.”

“Has Bos caught up with the other guy?” Lancelot asked.

Someone nodded, “He’s ready and can launch an attack at any time!”

“Let Bos apprehend that guy who left, the three below will deal with the so-called big fish.”

“Meanwhile, be prepared; when we attack, that guy hidden behind the scenes is sure to jump out.”

“Find him, then drag them all into our world!”

“The world beneath the Baron Iron Tower!”

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