Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 561 - Chapter 561 Chapter 513 Ancient Descent (Two in One)_2

Chapter 561: Chapter 513 Ancient Descent (Two in One)_2 Chapter 561: Chapter 513 Ancient Descent (Two in One)_2 It happened on Mist City Bridge, the most famous one in Mist City; it all was no longer something that could be obscured with simple PR.

Maybe soon, being Transcendent would no longer be a secret.

At the moment of Angela’s death, far away in Baytown, Amanda’s form shook slightly, and Adeline, sitting opposite her, noticed the abnormality in her daughter and couldn’t help but show a trace of confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Adeline asked with concern.

Amanda pressed her palm against her chest, took several deep breaths, and carefully lifted the seal.

Everything was normal, nothing had happened.

Roger also noticed the change in Amanda’s expression and gave her an inquiring look.

“It’s nothing.”

Amanda withdrew her gaze, and Roger guessed something from her movements just now.

Only Adeline swept over them with a face full of suspicion.

“You’re both still young…”

Adeline stopped mid-sentence, as the way Amanda had covered her chest made her involuntarily recall a particular phase.

She had come to begrudgingly accept the Transformation in Amanda and Roger’s identities, but if…

In a moment of distraction, Amanda had already pulled Roger and dashed out of the house.

“That spell has dissolved on its own.”

Amanda tested it several times, and Roger’s heart leapt with joy, it seemed that Gawain’s actions were indeed very efficient.

Seeing the expression on Roger’s face, Amanda instantly understood something, she opened her mouth, then swallowed back the words that had reached her lips.

She could guess that Roger had done this for her. Given their relationship, such words of gratitude were unnecessary, but she believed that Roger would prefer other kinds of compensation over verbal thanks…

“From today on, you’re free.”

“Yes.”

Amanda nodded, opened her hands and twirled in the garden gracefully, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly with her spin, making everything seem to lose its authenticity.

But Amanda knew it wasn’t the environment that was changing, it was herself.

“If you had to choose again, would you still accept the olive branch from Margaret to become her student?” Roger asked with a smile.

Amanda, spinning, stopped her footsteps. The high-speed rotation didn’t burden her body in any way.

Amanda gathered her flowing red hair.

“Why not?”

“A longer life, a younger body.”

“Compared to the life of Transcendents, the life of ordinary people is too dull.”

“What about you?” Amanda stepped forward, closing the distance to Roger.

“Me?”

Roger smiled and wrapped his arms around Amanda’s waist.

“We’re different.”

Upon returning to Shadow Cottage, Roger felt it was necessary to meet Gawain and express his gratitude.

He summoned the Elder of Shadows, his vision filled with red as he entered that chaotic realm again.

This time, it took a long while for Roger to pinpoint Gawain’s location, strangely enough, Gawain seemed to be constantly on the move.

“This seems to be…”

In the cover of night, with doubts in his heart, Roger retrieved a writhing lump of flesh from the river, the attack that had taken place recently on Mist City Bridge was already the talk of the town.

Even though the authorities tried repeatedly to control the narrative, Roger could still discern some clues.

“What exactly happened?”

From the hints on the bulletin board, the real Gawain seemed to have died, leaving behind those things which likely were pieces of organs separated from the body of the Elder of Shadows.

Each piece contained a bit of essence but was unable to form a separate part. Reading the last line of the hints displayed, Roger returned directly to Shadow Cottage.

Summoning the Elder of Shadows, he placed the writhing chunk of flesh into its body, which was swiftly absorbed, and some changes took place on the Elder of Shadows.

It wasn’t in the internal structure nor the external form but was reflected in Roger’s control over it.

“So, this is the correct method.”

Meanwhile, the previously inaccessible Ancient Descent was officially opened to Roger.

[Ancient Descent] LV1

Within the influence of Hunter’s Cabin, you can borrow a portion of the Elder of Shadows’ power, with the current phase not exceeding 20% of the Demonic Hunter’s own strength.

“This power…”

It seemed somewhat overlapping with the ability to summon the Elder of Shadows for combat, but the literal sense of the ability clearly had room for progression.

Perhaps leveling up would bring new surprises to Roger.

Having resolved the potential threat from Amanda, and with the last bit of worry eliminated, what Roger needed to do next was to find an appropriate location to build the Demon Hunter’s training base.

Of course, he also needed to find an opportunity to visit Sunrise to see if he could find the master craftsman to help repair the Sword of Destiny in his possession.

To be honest, that word was too embarrassing; it always provoked some strange associations.

Recently, due to concerns that Uma might do something unusual, Roger had sent her away, the shock between the Transcendent and reality allowed Uma, under the guise of Tamara, to return to the Nature Association and potentially gather some information.

Returning to the Graveyard Cabin, Roger was just about to push the door and leave when a tremor came from the Fairytale Manuscripts. He entered directly into it, and his body appeared on the island.

Sensing someone’s arrival, Goway stepped out of the room, wearing a solemn wooden yellow robe with a circle of white floral crown on her head.

Seeing her attire, Roger’s expression subtly changed.

Yellow is the color of withering plants, according to the traditions of the Secret Blood Family…

Goway’s eyes reddened slightly.

“Grace is gone.”

Roger nodded; he hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

“He could have lived a little longer, but he chose to end his own life.”

Looking at Goway’s expression, Roger quickly understood Grace’s intention.

He didn’t want to become a burden to Goway, even with only a few months left to live. Based on the timeline, Grace likely had already experienced memory loss at this time.

“This was his choice.”

Roger said softly, trying to comfort her.

“I know.”

Goway looked up.

“I hope to bury him in the Valley of Heroes. In the legends, those of our kin buried in the Valley of Heroes will be reincarnated in the bloodline of the family before long.”

Roger knew what Adeline was talking about was not some sinister Secret Laws ritual, for Grace’s soul had already shattered, and there was no spell that could mend it now.

It was a wish.

Or rather, a consolation.

“Alright, I will accompany you.”

Roger said.

Just as Roger and Goway were about to set off on their journey, a different scene was unfolding at the Sorcerer’s Assembly in Mist City.

Somber.

The atmosphere in the main hall of the Gathering Place was gloomy. Kun, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, bowed his head, staring at Angela lying motionless on the stone platform in front of him.

“Green.”

“I will find you.”

Just then the distant tower bell tolled faintly, and six beams of light shot from the dome above, converging together to form a bright circle of light.

Energy surged within the light, and for a moment, the entire hall seemed to tremble. When everything had calmed down, there were two more figures in the room.

“What’s been happening lately, why have so many Fourth Tier fallen?” A middle-aged man with a pale complexion wearing a purple robe spoke.

“Trash is trash, can’t even handle such a small matter properly,” another voice chimed in.

“To be honest, there is nothing in this world worth our longing for. Perhaps giving up and letting it self-destruct might be the right decision.”

The speaker was a thin, green-haired woman with a slightly pointed chin and a look of hidden ferocity in her eyes, and when she spoke, one could vaguely see her forked tongue.

Kun turned around to face the two newcomers.

“Apologize.”

“Mr. Kun…” the man in the purple robe began, “weren’t you dealing with matters left over from the Knights…”

“Apologize.”

“I will only say it one last time.”

Kun abruptly interrupted the man, his gaze falling on the green-haired woman.

“Aren’t I just stating the facts?”

“Judith.” The man in the purple robe tugged at his companion but was gently shrugged off.

“Why drag me into this? If it wasn’t for their incompetence, why would we be dispatched to this place?”

“This place is simply…”

“Bang!”

Before she could finish, Kun, who had been standing in the distance, suddenly vanished, and the next instant he was beside Judith, his open palm striking her face hard.

Judith, caught off guard by Kun’s abrupt action, was sent flying several meters away. Before she could get up, a foot appeared inches from her head.

“Think carefully before you speak.”

Kun scoffed.