Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 463 - Chapter 463 Chapter 461 Shadows

Chapter 463: Chapter 461: Shadows Chapter 463: Chapter 461: Shadows “Bedivere has always been very alert. The last time I approached the manor gate, he had already conjured his energy to intimidate me.”

Gaharad chuckled, seemingly making casual conversation.

“Those who have lived a while tend to develop such habits, and Bedivere is no exception.”

Green’s gaze was unfocused, as the darkness seemed to have no effect on him, and he saw right through the manor hidden in the woods.

“Not a thing has changed.”

“This place is exactly as I remember it.”

Green casually pointed to a winding cobblestone path inside the manor, “I still remember, over 100 years ago when I lived in the manor, that this path was my favorite to walk along.”

“The uneven stones pressing against the soles of my feet…”

Green looked like an ordinary, elderly man, moved by the scene, reminiscing about his youthful glories.

But that was just the surface.

As long as he was alive and breathing, he was a fearsome Fourth Tier Transcendent.

His strength was surely much greater than that of Tamara and the others.

Perhaps overwhelmingly so.

The Sorcerer’s Assembly and the Nature Association both have two leaders, but the Round Table Knight Order is the exception.

Although it has been rumored that the Green brothers are two, over the years, people have only seen Green alone.

But he alone overshadowed the leaders of the other two great powers.

Even if he appeared frail and old.

“What’s going on?”

Gaharad raised an eyebrow slightly, “The Knights say that Bedivere has returned to the manor and hasn’t left since.”

“Is he not here?”

Energy surged through Gaharad’s body, a level of energy fluctuation that would catch the attention of any Third Tier Transcendent, even if they were asleep, they would surely be awakened.

But the manor was deathly quiet, as if everything in it was asleep.

Roger stood upstairs, unaware of Green’s nocturnal visit to the manor, or his purpose. He was in the Shadow World, various thoughts arising in his mind, but in the end, he decided to stay.

This was a rare opportunity to observe Green up close without being detected.

Without speaking, Gaharad concentrated, a mental wave swept through the entire manor, and after a moment, she shook her head.

“There’s no one in the manor; he’s not here.”

The expression on Gaharad’s face was not very pleasant, as the information was gathered by her alone. Now she had brought Green here, but Bedivere was not present, which somewhat implied negligence on her part.

“Shall I Return and find Bedivere’s Holy Grail?” Gaharad’s body shimmered with light, seemingly initiating some kind of spell.

“No need.”

Green waved his hand dismissively.

“I just had a whim to visit the place I once lived in. It doesn’t matter if he’s not here.”

Green took a step forward, “Join me for a walk inside.”

“To enter a private residence without an invitation from the owner – I hope Bedivere won’t mind my intrusion upon his return.”

He spoke as if with consideration, but did not show the slightest bit of apology on his face, pushing open the manor’s gate as if he were the master of the place.

As the two of them moved in reality, their shadows – cast into the Shadow World – also seemed to come to life.

The Shadow World is a strange place, whose intricacies Roger had not fully grasped. Without shoes, he climbed barefoot out of a second-floor window and landed silently.

Then, Roger swiftly moved towards the gate, approaching Green and Gaharad who were lingering on the path at the front.

The shadow of Gaharad, her body in the Shadow World, was peculiar – it showed no reaction to Roger’s approach. Her physical body in reality was a voluptuous and beautiful woman, extremely charming.

Yet in the Shadow World, the form she took was a bizarre patchwork, stitched together from countless mismatched parts.

Even alone, each part might be considered beautiful, but when assembled together, all one could think of was chunks of flesh, revolting.

This was the Shadow World that belonged solely to Roger, where Gaharad’s body present here was a projection of the real world, and Roger observed carefully. He could see the complex inner world that Gaharad had hidden away from the face of this body.

“Truly fascinating,”

Roger was glad about the choice he had just made.

He turned to look at the other side, at Green, who was walking in front of Gaharad.

Without any facial features or shape, it was just a blob of blackness, pure and viscous like mucus.

Roger could not decipher its meaning, but he leaned forward, hoping to seize the opportunity to pry into some secrets of a Fourth Tier Transcendent.

Just then, Green, who had been strolling along, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Green?”

Gaharad asked softly.

Green’s hunched back straightened slightly as he surveyed the surroundings, his murky eyes devoid of intimidation, yet everything around him was instantly imprinted into his mind.

“Very strange, it seems like someone is spying on us.”

Green said languidly, then withdrew his gaze.

“Perhaps it’s just my imagination.”

He sighed, “Recently, the speed of my bloodline’s decline has been increasing. Whether I like it or not, I must give up the position of Knight Commander.”

He glanced at Gaharad, “Retiring to the Privy Council until my bloodline has completely decayed, that might be my ultimate fate.”

“The future belongs to all of you.”

“Gaharad, under your leadership, the Knights will undoubtedly see new developments.”

Green looked up and continued to walk forward.

In the Shadow World, Roger, who was hiding behind a statue, narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Did he really notice something, or…”

Roger was uncertain, but he did not dare to continue trying under such circumstances; he could only follow the two men from a safe distance.

“That old guy really doesn’t have good intentions, becoming the Commander?”

“Heh, he has said something similar to me, and probably to Lancelot as well. Not to mention Gaharad…”

“No, that’s not right!”

“Perhaps the person he truly wishes to support is this woman before us. According to Gawain, the old knights will eventually be phased out.”

“He has already started paving the way for Gaharad.”

Unknowingly, Green and his companion had completely walked through the garden path outside, stopping in front of the house’s main entrance.

“Are you going in?” Gaharad asked.

Green shook his head.

“Forget it, times have changed, many things have disappeared, even memories are unreliable.”

“It’s just an empty house now.”

Green turned around and walked away from the estate.

“Is there no need for me to inform Bedivere anymore?”

Gaharad asked.

“No, no need.”

For some reason, she always felt that Green looked a bit straighter at this moment, as if he had let go of some heavy burden on his shoulders.

This might be her last chance. With a thought, Roger from within the Shadow World quickened his pace to follow.

But as he got close to Green’s body in the Shadow World, the dark figure suddenly turned around, and from its viscous body, a pair of blood-red eyes squeezed out, staring fixedly at Roger!

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