Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 672 - Chapter 672 Chapter 569 Young man be my son

Chapter 672: Chapter 569: Young man, be my son! Chapter 672: Chapter 569: Young man, be my son! The door closed, shutting out the winds and snow as well as the doubts of Yatagarasu Kensumi.

The room fell into silence, and Roger gazed down at the patterns on the wooden table, his mind racing with countless thoughts.

He sorted through all his experiences since arriving here and each word he had spoken, while his muscles slowly tensed, placing part of his body in the shadow of the low table.

“Roger, you come from the Western World, don’t you?”

Sword Master Cold Crow spoke.

His heart skipped a beat inexplicably, but with hardly any hesitation, Roger still raised his head to reply.

“Yes, I’ve been active near Europe in the real world before, but I came to the East because my strength had not broken through yet.”

Roger’s explanation was brief, after all, it was almost impossible to see the flow of transcendent powers between the Eastern and Western worlds in the real world.

“You are very young, younger than I had imagined. It must be very rare to see a transcendent in the Western World at your age with such strength.”

Sword Master Cold Crow spoke, and Roger was momentarily stunned. He wasn’t surprised that his disguise had been seen through, but it was rare for someone to approximate his age.

However, before he could say anything, Sword Master Cold Crow’s tone shifted and he got straight to the point, “Become my adopted son, and I will guide your cultivation!”

Roger’s eyes widened and he almost choked on his breath; he even wondered if Sword Master Cold Crow had used some special ability on him because it sounded like he was suffering from auditory hallucinations.

What?

Son?!

Although the age was appropriate, this kind of request…

“What, not willing?”

“Or do you think I am not qualified enough?”

Sword Master Cold Crow retorted.

Roger hurriedly shook his head, “No, it’s just…”

He opened his mouth, but couldn’t bring himself to say the next words, yet, from the expression on his face, Sword Master Cold Crow seemed to understand something.

“Heh heh.”

He let out a hearty laugh, “Youth is such a wonderful thing.”

Sword Master Cold Crow’s statement seemed to have an underlying message.

Roger was uncertain whether he was commenting on his own youthfulness, implying he had endless potential, or suggesting that due to his youth, he failed to appreciate the rarity of the opportunity and was rejecting it because of his character and thoughts.

Roger became restless.

The strength of Sword Master Cold Crow was undisputed, and though Roger’s progress could be attributed to his personal efforts, most of it was thanks to Hunter’s Cabin.

Moreover, with his own explorations, his power system was somewhat chaotic, and there had been several close calls on his path.

The core of the High Mountain Trial lay in superior combat skills, and with the guidance of Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger was confident he would grasp the remaining three Sword Seals in the shortest possible time.

A growth system, swordsmanship experience, and a deeper understanding of the world– accepting Sword Master Cold Crow’s offer would bring too many benefits.

Yet Roger still would not agree.

As he was wondering what to say, he heard Sword Master Cold Crow chuckle, “In that case, be my pupil.”

Huh?

Roger suddenly lifted his head and looked incredulously at the old man before him.

He never believed in love without reason; this was presumably only their second meeting. Was it because of his identity as a Western transcendent, or had he discovered something else?

“Become my pupil. I will not teach you how to transform into a Guardian Spirit, so you naturally won’t be able to access the heritage of the Three-legged Crow, but I will offer all that I have in other areas.”

Sword Master Cold Crow looked at Roger, this time without a hint of inquiry in his tone, as if Roger was bound to accept his request.

“You think I will definitely accept your offer?” he suddenly asked. Although it was a bit presumptuous to ask, Roger needed to probe for some things.

“Heh heh.”

Sword Master Cold Crow smiled, “I expect you’re not that foolish.”

“Besides, to refuse a Sword Master twice is not a wise decision.”

“Why me?”

Indeed, as Sword Master Cold Crow had said, the advantages of becoming his student were too great to ignore. Even with unknown reasons or perhaps some strange conspiracy.

But compared to these uncertainties, the tangible benefits were far more substantial.

“You come from the Western World, a different direction, perhaps…”

At that point, he stopped talking, only leaving behind an inscrutable smile.

“So, your decision is…”

“Teacher…”

Roger replied with a slight bow of his head.

Then he felt a cool, bony hand rest upon his shoulder.

“Go back and rest. Come here to find me tomorrow morning.”

“Bring your sword.”

As he finished speaking, Roger heard the door behind him click open, and the cold wind rushed into the room. He slowly stood up and walked outside.

The cold wind stirred the snow on the mountain, blanketing the night sky in white.

The arrival of the Ran’ei Divine Master seemed to have disturbed no one; Roger wasn’t even sure if it was truly him that had come here.

The sky was beginning to lighten, signaling the end of a long night full of ups and downs.

Battles, killings, escapes, a grand performance, and in the end…

“You’ve come out.”

A figure emerged from the shadows not far away, and Roger nodded, “Kensumi.”

“Father…”

“Sword Master has taken me as his student.”

Roger understood the doubts of Yatagarasu Kensumi and answered directly.

“His student?”

“Then… congratulations.”

Yatagarasu Kensumi said in an even tone, his peculiar expression making Roger’s heart skip a beat.

“What? Is becoming a student of Sword Master Cold Crow not a good thing?”

He had a feeling that he might have fallen into a vast pit.

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