Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 462 - Chapter 462 Chapter 460 An Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 462: Chapter 460: An Unexpected Visitor Chapter 462: Chapter 460: An Unexpected Visitor After ending his exchange with Gawain, Roger’s emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

“Snow White, Pale Blood, how is this possible?”

“The formation of Pale Blood is extremely harsh; it’s a high concentration of a Third Tier Transcendent’s spirit and bloodline.”

According to Gawain, the gap between the Third and Fourth Tier isn’t reflected in strength but in rank.

The condensation of Pale Blood doesn’t change one’s physical structure but something more peculiar and indescribable.

It could be termed as a change in the level of life.

So, in a sense, a Fourth Tier almost has a ruling influence over a Third Tier, an inescapable force engraved deep within the soul.

Knowing this caused Roger’s mood to sink slightly, and he couldn’t help but recall the feeling a few days ago when he faced Tamara alone, that peculiar sensation of his blood seeming to freeze and his thoughts slowing down.

This is true oppression.

Maybe by approaching her, Roger could decapitate Tamara with a single sword strike, but if he couldn’t suppress this innate physical oppression, a Third Tier would never have the chance to defeat a Fourth Tier.

It might even be difficult to injure the opponent at all.

If one wanted to fight above their tier, there surely must be a way to do so, but Gawain hadn’t broached the subject, and in order to conceal his own rank, Roger couldn’t ask directly.

He could only subtly broach the topic from different angles, but Gawain didn’t give Roger any response.

“The black manuscript, Snow White, and Pale Blood.”

Roger furrowed his brows, involuntarily clenching his fists.

This was also a rare opportunity for him.

The black manuscript had nearly carved out a separate space, and the specific method of ingress likely was extremely stringent, tantamount to being confined in a no-man’s land.

However, due to the Hunter’s Cabin, while it was a no-man’s land for others, should Roger enter, he could even use the two Hunter’s Cabins in turn to perfectly circumvent their respective cooldown periods.

And indirectly achieve a kind of permanent Penetration.

What was considered no-man’s land might become a treasure land for him.

Upon entering the black manuscript, Roger could first use the Temporary Migration feature of the Graveyard Cabin to forge a path between it and the Shadow Cottage.

Once the Temporary Migration feature of the Graveyard Cabin expired, he could then activate the Temporary Migration feature of the Mist Hut.

Well-prepared for either advance or retreat.

If all went smoothly, the risk would be greatly reduced; even if he couldn’t obtain the ultimate treasure, merely skimming what others overlooked could yield unexpected gains.

Perhaps these resources would be enough for Roger to upgrade the Shadow Cottage to level nine and complete the Dream Trials!

In the Transcendent World, power is everything. Although Roger was reluctant to join what Gawain called an organization, it didn’t mean he lacked a sense of crisis.

However, compared to Gawain’s aggressive approach, Roger could entirely achieve a leap in strength through accumulation, thus becoming more composed.

“This is a good opportunity; maybe I can go in and take the chance to fake my own death and escape!”

Roger calculated in his mind.

The mask Claudia gave him provided him with a significant variability in identity, thus creating endless possibilities.

As per the previous agreement, Roger could appear as a so-called behind-the-scenes boss at the Foreign Spirit Assembly, and correspondingly, Gawain needed to give the Shadow Gate fragment from Black Soul to Roger.

Roger had subtly mentioned this during their recent conversation, and Gawain had agreed readily, proposing a final deal time.

As for how Gawain managed to obtain the treasures from Black Soul’s hands, that was no longer Roger’s concern.

Although he hadn’t fought monsters for several days, Roger’s life was not particularly relaxed, as he chose not to rest in the manor of the real world but instead entered the Shadow Cottage.

After a period of refurbishment and decoration, the place had changed dramatically from before.

The exquisite handmade carpets, the spacious lounge, and the special spaces separated on each level were all sufficient for Roger to do anything he wanted there.

The space was allocated rationally, and there were even many areas left unused, providing enough room for adjustments even if the level of Hunter’s Cabin improved and required further expansion.

This was a veritable manor.

Due to the mutual influence between the shadow and the real world, when Roger was in the Shadow Cottage, the real world became like another dimension to him.

He was like a shadow, able to sense everything that happened in reality.

In this way, even when he was in the Shadow Cottage, he would not miss any news from the real world.

The former wooden bed had finally been upgraded by Roger to a luxurious soft bed with blue velvet cotton that was fluffy and soft, spacious enough to roll around on without feeling crowded, even with several people.

But unfortunately, there had been no opportunity to try it out.

Changing into clean clothes, Roger lay down on the wooden bed to recover his energy.

All around was extremely quiet; the Shadow World seemed to isolate everything.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

Midnight.

In his deep sleep, Roger suddenly woke up; he sprung up from the bed, adjusted his center of gravity in the air like a Spirit Cat, and landed on the ground without making a sound.

All of this was a subconscious reaction; the feeling of the carpet’s short hairs against the soles of his feet brought a lot of clarity to Roger’s mind.

“This is the Shadow World that only I can enter…”

His tense muscles relaxed at once, but soon, he knew that the alertness in his body was not because of excessive tension.

It was because he indeed sensed something.

The night was cool as water.

At the beginning of October, the temperature in Dublin had dropped, though it wasn’t enough to make someone feel cold; however, when going out at night, one would still need to wear a coat for warmth.

Roger walked to the window; the sky of the Shadow World was still as grey and overcast as ever, everything here not quite real.

His pupils contracted as he saw two figures standing in front of the manor’s gate.

The rules of the area engulfed by the Shadow Cottage naturally hadn’t been broken; those appearing at the gate were not two living people but their shadows.

The distance was not too far, but their shadows cast into the Shadow World looked hazy, Roger lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the ceiling of the manor and the gloomy sky.

He found himself looking into the real world.

And he finally saw clearly the appearance of the two people in front of the manor’s gate.

A woman draped in a grey-white robe, by her side stood a hunched old man with a gaunt face, his hair white as snow, the deep sockets of his eyes seeming to be shrouded in mist, making it impossible to guess his true intentions.

“Gaharad, go see if Bedivere is there,”

“Although this place once belonged to the Lietta Family, it is after all Bedivere’s residence now,”

Green was still wearing his slightly tattered black robe, he coughed softly, instructing.