Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 461 - Chapter 461 Chapter 459 Black Manuscript (Two in One)_2

Chapter 461: Chapter 459: Black Manuscript (Two in One)_2 Chapter 461: Chapter 459: Black Manuscript (Two in One)_2 Space was torn apart, and inside the monster was still struggling.

Curtis’s face had turned very ugly, he couldn’t help but step back a few paces, “A Fent Monster?”

This was a horrifying beast with demon blood, according to legend, and judging by the color of its horns, this Fent Monster was a rare frost-type.

The aura emanating from its body had reached the limit of the Third Tier; Curtis was only an average Third-Tier, and against such a creature, he wouldn’t even have a chance to run.

“Thank God, thank goodness you’re here, Lady Tamara, this is a crisis we can’t handle.”

“If we delay any longer, and the beast breaks free…”

A hint of fear flashed across Curtis’s face.

He was about to attack when suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew by his side, Curtis turned his head to see Tamara’s hefty palm smashing into his face!

“Crack!”

Caught off guard, Curtis’s neck made a sound of bones breaking, his head rotated 180 degrees, and he heard Tamara’s indifferent voice:

“Only you know about this place, which is really good news.”

“Why kill me?”

A surge of unwillingness welled up in his heart, Curtis roared and was about to unleash all his power, but just then, a strange aura enveloped his entire body.

In an instant, his blood seemed to freeze, and when he came to his senses again, Tamara’s large hand was already gripping his slender neck.

“Die quietly.”

“Pffft!”

Curtis’s head was ripped off from his neck by a tremendous force, blood spraying everywhere, darkness enveloped his vision, and he heard the last voice.

“I will make good use of your family.”

Green flames swept over, burning Curtis’s body to nothing, Tamara turned her head, looking at the Fent Monster that was still earnestly trying to squeeze through the passage.

She stepped forward, her right hand grasped the Fent Monster’s curved horn, her muscles tensed, and amid the creature’s agonizing screams, she brutally pulled it out of the passage!

“Stop, you damned woman!”

“How dare you touch Mowood’s horns with your hands?!”

The Fent Monster, claiming to be Mowood, shouted loudly, its limbs digging into the ground, its strong body trying to break free from Tamara’s control.

But Tamara’s feet seemed to be one with the earth, endless strength surged through her body, no matter how hard Mowood struggled, it was all in vain.

“Shut up!”

Tamara’s free hand slapped Mowood’s face, the bones slightly caved in, Mowood let out a scream of pain while the passage behind him closed rapidly.

Tamara looked at the castle phasing in and out of the void, revealing a satisfied smile.

She stepped on Mowood, “Tell me, did the Queen of the Night send you here to build a stable passage?”

Mowood couldn’t move, he now understood the terror of this woman before him, his limbs obediently lay flat on the ground.

“Powerful Transcendent, please spare me, I am just an insignificant little person.”

“A little person?” Tamara scoffed.

“If one of the Seven Great Leaders under the Queen of the Night is also an insignificant person, then tell me, what counts as a big person?”

“Fourth Tier or Fifth Tier?”

“You really are a cunning fellow, but it’s better to be cunning, being afraid of death makes communication easier.”

Tamara’s foot pressed down slightly, the ice beneath her caved in.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

Mowood let out an odd laugh.

“What plan?”

“I just sneaked out…”

“Speak, tell me how you intend to reinforce the passage?”

Tamara bent down, “That’s the only use you have for me now.”

“Speak boldly, I won’t just not stop you, you might even help, no need for you to come out this time, I’ll go in and see for myself.”

“To see what a World Fragment, even higher in status than the Golden Page, looks like, to see the rumored Queen of the Night.”

A smug smile appeared on Tamara’s mouth.

“Green, oh Green, your rise a hundred years ago was witnessed by all, with the Black Tide coming once more, you think using an Eld would make us give up on entering that world?”

“You’re too naive.”

“Not only does the Nature Association intend to replace the position of the Round Table Knight Order and lead the whole of Europe, but more importantly…”

Tamara’s gaze pierced through the last wisp of space, landing on the intermittently visible castle.

“The true treasures within that world!”

“Although Tier Four is powerful, it’s not the Peak, is it?”

Overjoyed with her success, Tamara failed to notice the silvery glint that flashed in the eyes of Mowood, whom she had trampled underfoot.

…

The celebration lasted three days, and apart from the first day’s sacrifices and promotion ceremonies, the remaining two days were pure revelry.

During this process, Roger also experienced the unrestrained and passionate nature of the members of the Secret Blood Family.

As a Guardian, he naturally received the favor of countless girls, but Roger was quite resistant to such attention.

More importantly, Goway never gave Roger the chance to accept the enthusiastic affections of the girls.

As Goway’s friend, the only special friend, Roger had received thorough care from her as a friend during these two days.

Um, in every respect.

Praising the Green Grass Trial, praising the Dream Trials.

The painful transformation by the Demonic Hunter gave Roger a mighty build.

Two days later, waving goodbye to Goway amid the reluctant gazes of numerous passionate girls, Roger boarded the carriage home.

This life was much more interesting than fighting with monsters, and it was also what Roger had once yearned for.

As a matter of fact, Goway had planned to keep Roger here for a few more days, but during his spare time, Roger had received a request from Gawain.

The sensation was strange, as if someone whispered in his ear while he slept.

It was inconvenient to respond to Gawain here, so as soon as the celebration was over, Roger left and returned to the manor in Dublin.

Entering the Misty World, he prepared the appropriate ritual materials and responded to Gawain’s summons.

After a long wait, Gawain’s figure emerged in the void.

“Mr. Mist, it seems my request has interrupted your life,”

Gawain started with some small talk and then quickly got to the point.

“In recent days, I’ve contacted the main members of the Foreign Spirit Assembly and presented my idea to everyone.”

Roger remained silent, his arms crossed behind him as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for Gawain’s answer.

“Luckily, most have reached a consensus, of course, with Mr. Mist’s example leading the way.”

“In my account, our deal was exposed to the Round Table Knight Order because of the greed of the Soul Devourers, but when faced with the attack by the Knights, you fought alone against six Round Table Knights, successfully killed two of them, and severely wounded three!”

“Such a record has inspired many.”

Roger nodded.

He knew that Gawain had a reason for bringing Mr. Mist, this false identity, to the forefront, whether it was to divert attention or create a talking point. Roger didn’t want to get too involved.

Each party had what they needed, and everyone was happy.

“Every organization needs a collective action at its inception, a victory to establish our confidence,”

Gawain looked at Roger.

“The Foreign Spirit Assembly is no exception.”

“And this action is urgently needed by everyone.”

“Black Tide.”

He uttered the word softly.

“It is a crisis, but also our opportunity.”

“Across the European continent, there are countless fragments of the Fairy Tale World, some of which have formed ordinary manuscripts, others have created separate small worlds.”

“However, very few people know that above the Golden Manuscripts, there is even a unique black manuscript.”

“And that is the source of the entire Black Tide.”

“It’s said that Mr. Green obtained an artifact in that world, allowing him to rise rapidly and become a Tier Four Transcendent.”

“Does that black manuscript have a name?”

Roger asked.

Gawain nodded.

“Snow White.”

“No, or rather, it should be called the White Blood Princess.”

Roger’s pupils shrank slightly.

“You guessed right.”

A smile crept onto Gawain’s face.

“Pale Blood!”