Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 473 - Chapter 473 Chapter 467 Murderous Painting (Two-In-One)_2

Chapter 473: Chapter 467: Murderous Painting (Two-In-One)_2 Chapter 473: Chapter 467: Murderous Painting (Two-In-One)_2 “Before that, they’ll do everything possible to squeeze out the benefits they can get from us…”

“For example, using our bodies as bargaining chips to trade with someone from the Brotherhood or the Nature Association!”

“This time I was ready to set off for Ross, but just before departure, I was suddenly reassigned here to investigate another matter.”

Amanda’s face showed a hint of confusion.

“The mission is tricky?”

“Not really.” Amanda shook her head.

“I’m just a little surprised, perhaps she knew you were here, so she sent me to carry out this mission.”

“Isn’t that quite normal?” Roger smiled, “On the surface, I’m at least a Heritage Knight, and now there’s essentially no mission I can’t handle.”

Roger spoke with full confidence.

He now indeed had the right to say that.

“Whatever, I just came to see you.”

Amanda’s gaze wandered over Roger’s body.

“Tsk tsk, I did see that Druid who obeys you unquestioningly, I bet she would gladly agree to anything you ask of her?”

“It was just a simple mission, it started with a bizarre death in a collector’s estate, and the magician who went to investigate found no clues, so the matter was dropped.”

“However, shortly after that, similar incidents kept happening across Europe in quick succession, with the sites all centered around museums, exhibitions, and such, which then attracted attention.”

Amanda seemed uninterested in the story between Roger and his female subordinate and continued:

“Later investigations made it clear, the killer was a painting, no, it should be said several different paintings from the same artist!”

“A murderous painter?”

Roger quickly thought of several spells.

“Some kind of witchcraft?”

Amanda shook her head, “No, we suspect it’s a cursed item, and now all the clues have converged in Poland; those paintings must have circulated from somewhere in Poland.”

Amanda recounted the events, and Roger listened carefully, which gave him a sense of the times he had worked on missions with Henrik.

“Don’t you need help?”

Roger spread his palms, “I’m free right now, might as well join you in the investigation.”

Amanda lifted her head, “That would be good, but besides the regular support, I hope you can leave this matter to me.”

The girl’s eyes twinkled with confidence.

“I’ve already had a few experiences carrying out missions alone.”

Roger couldn’t help but chuckle, yet he nodded in agreement with Amanda’s approach.

In the Transcendent World, only one’s own strength is the eternal truth, Amanda is an independent person, not a pet, she too needs to grow.

The original person in charge of this mission was a male sorcerer named Kidd. Although Amanda did not say it explicitly, Roger could tell from Kidd’s excessive enthusiasm towards Amanda.

However, at that evening’s dinner, since Kidd saw Amanda sitting beside Roger and following him back to his room.

The next morning, that guy smartly distanced himself from Amanda and even took the initiative to take on one of the more cumbersome projects; soon after, he left the Poland headquarters.

Amanda went out to gather information, and with nothing else to do, Roger began studying the several murderous oil paintings brought by the two of them.

Apart from being proficient in the monochord, Roger had no particular artistic talent, and he was unable to distinguish the quality of these oil paintings.

He activated Hunter Vision and strengthened his spiritual power, carefully observing the oil painting in his hands.

The Reapers in the Wheat Field.

Under the scorching sun lay an endless wheat field, with several farmers, their backs visible, bent over harvesting the crops from the field.

At a glance, this seemed like a perfectly normal oil painting, of course, with the premise of ignoring the heads swaying atop the wheat stalks.

The field wasn’t planted with ordinary crops at all, the artist, through a strange technique, took what would have been ordinary wheat and eerily presented it in an entirely different form with special embellishments.

What looked like full grains of wheat were nothing more than plump human heads.

“Interesting.”

To be honest, Roger preferred these odd and quirky tasks to the brute force of fighting and killing.

The painting had originally been normal, its transformation occurring after its owner, Sir Stanford, had slit his own throat.

Blood splashed onto the oil painting, and the red blood, like dye, turned a harvest scene into a literal reaping.

The figures of several farmers in the field also became blurred and eerie.

Putting this painting aside, Roger continued to look downwards.

The first thing that caught his eye was a woman with a bare body. At first glance, Roger even thought she was lying right in front of him, posing suggestively and making certain invitations.

However, after concentrating and activating Hunter Vision, the woman in the painting underwent a magical transformation.

Her beautiful face sprouted a flower, and her graceful body also displayed needle-like bristles.

The painting was very clean, with no trace of blood, but Roger associated it with the manner of death of its owner.

“That woman split open her own skull with an axe, then planted a flower in her brain.”

What was even more horrifying was that her secretary had seen this woman, head split open, flower atop, push open the door, and walk out more than ten meters before falling to the ground.

Roger’s interest in this matter grew stronger, and he suddenly felt that if he were just an ordinary Demon Hunter, uninvolved in these disputes,

then living in a city where demons roamed, reality and the Transcendent World blended, taking on peculiar tasks, clearing the darkness of the city, and then like ordinary Transcendents,

going to a bar where they often gathered, drinking, boasting, chatting, or perhaps brawling occasionally, and then rolling in the sheets with a female hunter or Witch or the like.

Again and again.

This seemed like a not-so-bad choice as well.

But obviously, even if he wanted to live such a life now, it was almost impossible.

When one’s strength reaches a certain level, even without effort, many things will come knocking.

Fate or destiny, Roger couldn’t tell how much was his own choice and how much was forced by circumstances.

If he hadn’t seen the Water Ghosts, hadn’t ventured to the lighthouse, or hadn’t chosen the Graveyard Cabin, maybe everything would have changed.

Dispelling these thoughts, Roger looked over the remaining paintings one by one.

The oil paintings emanated a strange energy that made the brush seem to have Magic Power, and each victim’s death was peculiar with no apparent connection to the others.

As Roger was pondering, Amanda suddenly burst in excitedly.

“I’ve found a useful clue!”

“At first, we always tend to use Transcendent thinking to deal with Transcendent events, but in fact, many Transcendent events occur in the real world and must also follow certain rules of the real world.”

Amanda’s eyes sparkled like gems.

“It was by this method, starting from a real-world perspective, that I found the distribution of these paintings and then pinpointed the last location in Poland.”

Excitedly, she picked up one of the paintings, “Notice this style and method?”

“You see…”

Roger shrugged his shoulders, unable to help interrupting Amanda.

“You should know that my only pursuit of art lies in that tube, but I didn’t expect you to know this.”

Roger chuckled.

“I remember that before this summer, you were just a high school girl concerned about what day TV series aired, but now…”

“It’s easy to learn these things with our spiritual power. As a qualified female sorceress, besides strength, some cultural knowledge is also necessary.”

“Alright, alright,” Roger interjected with his praise at just the right time.

“Please tell me, beautiful, powerful, and cultured female sorceress, what exactly is the clue that you’ve discovered?”

Amanda skipped the complex explanation and said straight to the point, “There is only one artist in the whole of Poland who fits this style.”

She grabbed Roger’s arm, “Hurry up, we’ll talk on the way.”

As the two left the castle, a pair of eyes calmly watched everything from the woods.

“Bedivere, with such a great opportunity, what should I do?”