Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 632 - Chapter 632 Chapter 549 Reforge the Sword_2

Chapter 632: Chapter 549: Reforge the Sword_2 Chapter 632: Chapter 549: Reforge the Sword_2 Michihiro Morita sighed as he looked down at the Sword of Destiny in his hands.

“I can now basically confirm some issues with this weapon. Based on my current abilities and experience, due to some differences in rules and materials,”

“What’s more, this weapon was custom-made for that High Tier Vampire. In the hands of others, it simply won’t be able to unleash its full potential, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to meet your request.”

Roger remained silent; he knew that if Morita was truly refusing him, he wouldn’t have said so much.

“But…”

Michihiro Morita raised his head, “As a Master Artificer, I have my own pride. Maybe I can’t forge this weapon according to your wishes, but if I change my approach…”

“I believe I can do even better!”

“So what now…”

Roger asked indifferently.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Michihiro Morita’s face, knowing that Roger had guessed some things.

“You’ve already helped a lot, and in all fairness, I should devote myself to forging this weapon for you, but the current situation really doesn’t allow it. I may only be able to give it a simple treatment.”

“We’ll have to wait for the right opportunity and materials to continue.”

“To be honest, the fact that you were able to enter here is a coincidence, but I don’t want you to stay here because this place is too dangerous.”

“It’s not just the Monster; there are stronger Onmyoji and Samurai as well.”

“Take Yukiko and go to the mundane world, your home in the Western World. If you take Yukiko there, you should be able to completely evade their pursuit.”

“They won’t follow you there, so you won’t have to take too many risks.”

Roger didn’t speak, blinking his eyes. I’m just here to forge a sword, right?

What’s this? A buy-one-get-one promotion at the blacksmith shop, buy a sword and get a granddaughter?

Deep down, he didn’t want to take on this hot potato, but Morita behaved very naturally. Of course, the more Morita hid, the more Yukiko would be hurt when the truth came out.

Better to clarify everything now than to have it explode later.

If the deal is successful, everyone will be happy. If it really can’t be helped, he’d have to find another way.

After all, one can deceive momentarily, but not for a lifetime. Yukiko’s safety still depends on the man before him, and being honest can only be a good thing.

“If we go back to the mundane world, they won’t track us down?” Roger inquired.

“It’s possible, but any Onmyoji or Samurai sent to the mundane world are unlikely to be very strong.”

“Keep in mind that very few cultivators from this world ever enter the mundane world. Comparatively, Everworld is a high-energy world, with a higher ceiling for power and a much faster rate of improvement.”

“More importantly, transitioning from a high-energy world to a low-energy world, cultivators living here long term will experience significant rejection, which not only affects their strength but more critically…”

“This process greatly shortens their already limited lifespan!”

“Because of this reason, at Sunrise in the mundane world, you rarely see cultivators from Everworld.”

“So, those dispatched for missions are either peripheral figures, or they won’t be very old. Whether it’s one or the other, in the Western World, you can handle them easily, right?”

Michihiro Morita looked at Roger with a penetrating gaze.

Roger grinned, always feeling that this old man seemed to have an unwarranted confidence in his strengths.

“If that’s the case…”

Roger began, appearing to consider it, but before he could finish his sentence, an unexpectedly familiar voice interjected.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Use yourself to attract attention, and then create an opportunity for me to live?”

Slap!

A palm-sized paper doll crawled out from a crevice in the corner’s stone wall, landed with a bang, and exploded into the shape of Yukiko.

Simultaneously, the prohibition that Michihiro Morita had set up outside was triggered, and Yukiko herself appeared before the two men.

“Grandfather, you can leave this place as well,” Yukiko said, pursing her lips and trying to control the emotions in her heart.

She did not shout impulsive words like, “I won’t leave; I want to be with you.” The situation made the girl realize that Morita’s suggestion might be the best choice.

Her presence here would only cause trouble.

“Child…” Michihiro Morita let out a bitter smile.

“During the continuous travels of the past few days, I finally had the chance to settle down and come to terms with some things.”

“People from the Ran’ei Shrine are looking for me; they’ve been making too much noise. I think it won’t be long before the Yatagarasu Clan realizes that I’m not dead.

“They won’t let me go; alive they must see the person, dead they must see the body.”

“We’re not fighting against one or two individuals,”

“but against a massive, unimaginable collective.”

“Do you know how many Samurai are on the brink of their life’s end right now?”

“It’s a terrifying number, and for even the slightest bit of hope, these people are willing to do anything.”

Michihiro Morita revealed a kind smile.

“As long as you are safe and happy, I’ll be at ease,”

“As for me, there’s no need to worry so much. It’s a time when every hand is needed, and I think they will use me to the fullest before they achieve complete success.”

“Who knows how many years it will last?” Michihiro Morita chuckled.

“Maybe they still won’t have succeeded by the time my life runs out, wouldn’t that be a cause for celebration for everyone?”

Yukiko opened her mouth, but couldn’t find words to rebut.

Instead of saying more to Yukiko, Michihiro Morita turned to look at Roger, who stood beside him.

“Mr. Roger, what about your answer?”

“Rest assured, because of your previous assistance, even if you refuse me, I will continue to help you reforge that weapon.”

“Of course, under these circumstances, you should be able to understand my little selfishness.”

His face showed a moment of conflict, but he continued, “You’re older than me, but you look a lot younger. Maybe there’s something… between you and Yukiko”

“Grandfather!” A sharp rebuke came from not far away.

Michihiro Morita closed his mouth in embarrassment.

Ah, kids, what do you understand?

Grandfather is doing this all for your own good.

The Westerners aren’t as subtle as us Easterners, sighed Michihiro Morita, unsure of what to say.

“I promise you,”

Roger said, but then he quickly added, “I hope you understand, Mr. Morita, that this is not a transaction.”

“Yukiko is Senka’s friend, and Senka’s friend is naturally also my friend. It’s only right to lend a hand when I can.”

Roger believed what Michihiro Morita had said, but he also knew that for a Forge Master, even the slightest mood fluctuation and a little lapse in concentration could affect the final result.

And this result could create a gap between a Divine Artifact and an Ordinary Item.

A few courteous words won’t kill anyone.

Sure enough, upon hearing Roger’s words, Michihiro Morita’s smile broadened considerably.

“Without materials at hand, I can’t begin proper reforging, but I can make some minor alterations to at least unleash a bit of the weapon’s potential,”

said Michihiro Morita with a full-faced smile.

“One thing I hope you’re clear about is that for that High Tier Vampire, this is no longer just a weapon, it is his own body.”

“Apart from himself, no one can wield it as if it’s a part of them, so if you want to truly own this weapon, you must make some sacrifices.”

Roger nodded thoughtfully, something he had realized during his recent use of the weapon.

Having witnessed the power of the Sword of Destiny, Roger was very eager to retain all of its capabilities, but by doing so, he had created a restriction, leading to a vicious cycle.

“If I proceed, I will help you erase some of the traits belonging to that High Tier Vampire from the weapon, which will damage some of its properties. I hope you can consider this carefully.”

Michihiro Morita’s eyes shimmered with a red light, and wisps of flame spread from his fingertips to the Sword of Destiny.

“Which aspect specifically?”

“That strange, karmic way of attacking.”

Roger instantly thought of the Sword of Destiny’s unanticipated full-range attack at close quarters, but after pondering, he still made a choice.

“Okay, then please proceed,” Roger gave a nod.

“Will it take long?”

“No,” Morita chuckled.

“You can have a chat with Yukiko; by the time you finish, I should be almost done here.”

Roger looked at Michihiro Morita with a puzzled expression, feeling that this old man seemed to be leading him into something.

Maybe I’m overthinking it…

A chat, what harm could there be?