Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 451 - Chapter 451 Chapter 451 Invitation

Chapter 451: Chapter 451 Invitation Chapter 451: Chapter 451 Invitation “I haven’t been free from the control of the Privy Council for too long, and had originally planned to take the opportunity to fake my death to leave the Round Table Knight Order.”

“But then, the sudden emergence of the Black Tide made me change my mind. A similar event happened a hundred years ago, and it was during that event that Leader Green rose to prominence.”

“It’s a crisis indeed, but also an opportunity,”

Gawain replied.

“Our souls don’t belong to this place, and the conflict with our bodies makes it difficult for us to congeal Pale Blood through normal means and then enter the Fourth Tier.”

“This Black Tide may just be the rare opportunity we need.”

He sighed.

“The unexpected turn of events exposed my identity and led me to leave the Round Table Knight Order.”

“Without sufficient strength, not to mention the Privy Council lurking in the shadows, even the current Round Table Knight Order and the other two major powers would make it impossible for me to obtain what I desire through the cracks.”

“We must unite everyone if we are to find a way out!”

He looked at Roger.

“You now possess a portion of Pale Blood and are very likely to forge ahead of all of us. This will give others a glimpse of dawn.”

“That’s why I must choose you!”

“As for why now?”

Gawain’s lips pursed slightly, “Because we don’t have much time left.”

“Lancelot has hunted countless Otherworldly Souls for the Round Table Knight Order over the years, but recently, the frequency of his hunts has decreased. Do you know what that means?”

“Does it mean that the number of Otherworldly Souls has sharply declined?” Roger ventured.

“No,” Gawain shook his head.

“It’s because they’re satiated, having collected enough Otherworldly Souls.”

He looked at Roger, “You don’t think that the twelve Round Table Knights came about by chance, do you?”

“They are created by the Privy Council through special Secret Law rituals, by selecting from a vast number of Otherworldly Souls.”

“When new knights emerge, old faulty ones like me are supposed to be swept into the trash bin to make room for newcomers!”

Roger couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he felt that Gawain seemed to be implying something. However, after thinking it through, he believed he hadn’t shown any flaws from beginning to end, and Gawain shouldn’t be able to guess his true identity.

“As new knights are born, like new weapons, they need to be broken in, need to be soaked in fresh blood.”

“Is there a better target than us?”

A faint smile formed at the corner of Gawain’s mouth.

“Just like a hundred years ago, the slaughter begins, followed by rivers of blood!”

He looked at Roger and leaned in slightly, extending a finger, “So, for you and for me, we must make a choice at this critical moment!”

“Join us, and then together, in this grand era, win a chance at survival!”

Roger said nothing, just quietly watching Gawain, as if making a judgment.

“Have you ever seen Descendants who arrived fifty years ago at the Foreign Spirit Assembly?”

Gawain shook his head.

“They have all died, without exception!”

“Over twenty years ago, we hunted down a powerful individual. In that battle, no less than six Round Table Knights were severely injured, and the Inheritance Ceremony was immediately carried out when we returned.”

“Even Lancelot and I were brought to the brink of death.”

“Can you imagine?”

“That was an individual who had just entered the Fourth Tier, and yet, in the end, he still died, worn down by us.”

Gawain sighed, “It was only through that heavy blow that I became what I am today.”

“What I’m saying is, there’s no hope in fighting alone.”

“If you wish, I can make you the president, and I will support you!”

At the end, Gawain revealed his final card.

Tap, tap!

Roger’s index finger lightly tapped on the table, he caressed the grain of the wood, looked up at Gawain, and firmly refused,

“No, I’m not interested.”

Roger wasn’t very interested in forming so-called forces; half a year ago, he was an ordinary person. In the past six months, he had traveled far and wide, experiencing countless killings and growth.

The rapid pace of growth had honed Roger’s mental will, but there were many things that could not be easily changed in a short period of time.

Since traversing to this world, at the very beginning, driven by the panic towards the unknown, he struggled to improve his strength. When he finally integrated into the Transcendent World and achieved a bit of balance, able to enjoy a peaceful life, he was accidentally involved in the New Moon City incident.

Abraham, like a sword hanging over his head, forced Roger to leave his familiar place and come to Eld to rebuild his power.

With help from Hunter’s Cabin, Roger had finally reached the peak of Third Tier combat power and successfully killed Abraham, completely resolving the biggest hidden danger in his heart.

Now, as long as he cleared himself from suspicion, there would be no crisis coming in the short term. He would quietly accumulate strength and grow to the 4th Tier little by little with Hunter’s Cabin.

Or even the 5th Tier.

By that time, even if a minor accident happened, as long as his own power was sufficient, no one could do anything to him.

If he were just an ordinary Foreign Spiritualist and had gone through decades of displaced life and hiding, then he might have understood Gawain’s thoughts and intentions.

But for the current Roger, he felt no sense of belonging to the Foreign Spirit Assembly and even in the depths of his heart, he always considered himself purely human.

Live quietly for a while, then work hard to accumulate strength.

This was Roger’s current best choice.

Maybe in one year, maybe in two, with Hunter’s Cabin, he could grow to the peak of the 4th Tier or even the 5th Tier.

By then.

The entire world would be his backyard.

Isn’t that tempting?

To not choose this, but to get involved with Gawain’s so-called Foreign Spirit Assembly, and then get hunted by the higher-ups of the Privy Council, hiding and wandering everywhere?

To grow stronger in desperation?

A hint of disappointment flashed through Gawain’s eyes, “I thought you were different from them, but I didn’t expect your thinking to be so narrow.”

“Today you refuse to help me, but there will come a day when you face an attack from the Privy Council, and you’ll find that there’s no one by your side who can lend a helping hand.”

“You can’t avoid it; the Sword of Fate is already suspended above your head, and sooner or later it will fall. I hope by then you are prepared to face it!”

Roger slowly shook his head.

“I don’t believe in so-called fate; I only believe in my own strength.”

Gawain’s fluctuating emotions returned to normal, and he sighed, “Perhaps I misspoke. It shouldn’t be called fate; it’s the crushing force of the times!”

“Some things have already been etched into your soul.”

“You can’t avoid it, nor can you erase it!”

“It is destined to happen, it’s just a matter of sooner or later.”

“Sigh…”

He let out a long breath, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet due to Roger’s refusal.

But Roger still didn’t change his mind in the face of Gawain’s persuasion; he didn’t want to get involved in this muddy water, only wishing to quietly enhance his strength.

“So be it…”

Gawain hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“Let’s change the condition.”

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