Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 505 - Chapter 505 Chapter 485 Bringing a Woman Home (Two in One)_2

Chapter 505: Chapter 485: Bringing a Woman Home (Two in One)_2 Chapter 505: Chapter 485: Bringing a Woman Home (Two in One)_2 Blood even shimmered with specks of white light.

Then everything went black as he lost consciousness.

Roger stood still, energy surging through his body. This time, he evidently strengthened his control over the Pale Blood.

Although the power that burst forth wasn’t as immense as when facing Lilith, it was more enduring.

Three punches.

That was all it took to render Gaharad seriously injured.

Roger could feel that, despite the seemingly minor injuries, the damage to Gaharad’s spirit and soul was far more difficult to heal.

Just a few more hits from Roger and he could easily finish this woman off.

“The consumption is too great,”

The three attacks had nearly exhausted more than half of Roger’s energy reserves. At most, he could attack twice more. If he couldn’t secure victory with those, he would have to consider escaping.

“What a pity, why did you have to come for me?”

Roger sighed, stepping on Gaharad’s neck.

But as he was about to make his move, something about Gaharad caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

“This woman…”

“There are mad scientists in the real world, it seems like such madmen also exist in the Transcendent World.”

Gaharad was practically an assemblage of cursed items. Her awakened bloodline surely related to these aspects, or else she would have died in the midst of such mad ritual transformations.

Yet even so, the risks within her body were tremendous.

Roger suddenly realized something. Over 100 years ago, or even earlier, the Temporal Privy Council used secret rituals to create the Round Table Knights.

Time had moved on, and now Gaharad had appeared.

Did the changes she underwent also signify some problems?

In Bordeaux, a Third Tier Full Moon Witch was exemplary, and both talent and painstaking cultivation were indispensable.

But now…

Could even a Fourth Tier be created through ritual?

A thought rose in his mind and Roger did not immediately kill Gaharad. Instead, he gripped her neck and dragged her to the spot where she had just battled Gawain.

The fight between them had been fierce, leaving the area in complete disarray, blood splattered everywhere. Although it was unclear how Gawain managed to escape Gaharad’s killing blow.

He clearly paid a terrible price.

In a few more hours, dawn would break. Roger hesitated no longer, dragging Gaharad’s body away.

Carrying someone, he naturally couldn’t use the ability of Shadow’s Touch.

Before daylight, Roger had left the battlefield far behind, reaching an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of a small town.

Activating the temporary summoning function, Roger took Gaharad to Hunter’s Cabin.

The space of the farmhouse he used for temporary summoning was vast, allowing many functions of the Hunter’s Cabin to be retained.

As he placed Gaharad into the Forging Room, strange energies swept over her body, and it seemed as if Hunter’s Cabin was automatically conducting an analysis.

“It really works!”

Roger clenched his fist.

Then, with a thought, he appeared in the Shadow Cottage.

Stepping out of the room, Roger activated the brand imprinted on his soul.

Shadow tendrils from the Land of Shadows surged and converged forming a vague gateway.

A familiar face appeared on the gateway, Uma tore through the shadow mist, materializing before Roger.

As ever…

Bare as birth.

Roger found it strange; it seemed the few women he’d met recently had a certain aversion to clothing.

Uma appeared listless, as if tormented in the time she’d been apart from Roger.

“I hope you’ll consider the suggestion I made last time. That woman has lost her mind,” she said indignantly.

Obviously, Uma’s veiled betrayal must have infuriated the Mountain Woman.

“We’ll talk about that later.”

“I have a task for you now,”

Roger said.

“Can I summon you in the real world?”

He asked.

“According to the contract, such an action is permitted. However, due to certain limitations, when I appear in the real world, I can only hide in your shadow,”

Uma gave Roger a suggestive look.

“Just a friendly reminder, a person can’t do much with their own shadow.”

“You’re thinking too much,”

Roger cut off Uma’s words.

Uma didn’t contradict Roger, but her eyes held a hint of amusement.

She had lived for many years and had heard too many similar denials.

But she believed.

With men, it was only a matter of time.

Having lived so long, Uma felt the one thing she was not short of was patience.

“To summon me in the real world, it has to be while you appear here,”

“Our contract isn’t yet strong enough for you to pull me directly across two-dimensional barriers from the imprisoned Land of Shadows.”

“Alright, I know.”

Roger nodded.

Uma and the Mountain Woman’s existence was quite eerie.

In both the world of Shadow Cottage and the fragmented world where the Elder of Shadows dwelled, neither Roger nor the Elder of Shadows belonged to the Shadow World.

Whether it was because Uma and the Mountain Woman originally belonged there, or because they had been assimilated by that world after so much time, was unknown.

In any case, many of the traits they exhibited were different from most creatures Roger had encountered.

While contemplating this, Roger found himself returning to the real world once again.

If not influenced by external forces, Gaharad would probably remain in this state for quite a long time.

At the thought, he suddenly felt something extra within his own shadow.

“Oh… this is so blissful!”

Uma let out a cheerful laugh, her voice filled with emotion that could lead to wild thoughts in anyone who heard.

“Time to get down to business!”

Roger interrupted Uma’s laughter.

Uma detached herself from Roger’s shadow, but compared to her form in the world of Shadow Cottage, she now appeared ethereal.

“Help me take a look.”

Roger pointed to Gaharad lying on the ground.

“So you’re into this kind of thing?”

Uma looked at Roger with a peculiar expression.

“Tsk tsk, quite savage.”

“She’s a beauty, though.”

Uma said with a hint of regret.

A twitch appeared at the corner of Roger’s eye, “You’re thinking too much, her injuries…”

“Er… okay, yeah, I did that.”

In this scenario, he always felt like he couldn’t clear things up.

“You really went hard on her,”

Uma sighed, “Look, her entire chest is caved in.”

“It’s not what you think, the injuries on her are indeed my doing, but I didn’t touch her clothes.”

“It was another man…”

Roger blinked, feeling like his explanation might conjure up some rather unsavory images.

“Never mind her injuries, just check carefully, you should be able to spot something with your years of experience.”

“What are you planning to do?”

Uma wisely did not continue the previous topic, suddenly feeling that the contract she had hastily made not long before might have been a bit too impulsive.

“Heal her?”

“No.”

Roger shook his head.

“I’m thinking of disassembling her.”

Jokingly, of course, he didn’t drag a woman all the way back, injure her, just to heal her again.

Could he really expect her to fall in love with him afterward?

The unforeseen event had disrupted many of Roger’s plans, and it seemed a huge loss not to benefit from this woman in some way.

Many parts of her body had been modified with special cursed items; if he could separate them and hand them over to Hunter’s Cabin, he could probably advance his level a bit.

Uma looked up at Roger, her expression frozen.

“You said you’re going to disassemble… her?”

Roger nodded.

“She’s a woman, not a toy,”

Uma reaffirmed.

“I didn’t ask you here to question me, give me an answer, can you do it or not?”

Roger interrupted Uma.

This woman, perhaps being cooped up for too long, was unusually chatty, seemingly always finding ways to make small talk with him.

He should find an opportunity to send her away.

As for who to send…

“It’s not impossible…”

“Just a bit of a waste.”

Uma mumbled to herself, “I know you want to separate the cursed items fused into her, but the person who performed the fusion ceremony was very skilled.”

“To perfectly blend so many rule-based cursed items, the person’s comprehension of the rules is profound.”

“Even with forceful separation, you won’t get what you’re after.”

Uma glanced at Roger, murmuring softly.

“Rather than dismantling her, better give her to me.”

“Give her to you?”

Roger raised an eyebrow.

“What do you plan to do with her?”

Considering Uma’s previous actions, an image instantly came to Roger’s mind.