Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 685 - Chapter 685 Chapter 575 Kaer Morhen_2

Chapter 685: Chapter 575: Kaer Morhen_2 Chapter 685: Chapter 575: Kaer Morhen_2 “Additionally, after you succeed, I think it is necessary for you to thank her privately.”

Listening to Amanda’s serious tone, Roger felt somewhat terrified. Although relationships in the Transcendent World were very open, discussing such matters openly…

Roger still felt somewhat guilty.

“Cough cough, there’s no need for a private thank-you,” Roger said with a forced smile.

“Why not?”

“Although her mother will become a Demon Hunter and we can be considered partners, she truly provided a lot of help this time.”

“We at least need to show some sincerity,”

Amanda replied.

Roger wisely shut his mouth, feeling that continuing this topic was not a wise decision, while he glanced sideways, staring fiercely at Henrik.

Henrik was about to say something more, but then he saw Roger’s quietly clenched fist, and a shiver ran through him; he silently closed his mouth.

The four of them walked through the forest. Although they appeared relaxed, their speed was astonishingly fast. After a long while, Amanda spread a pair of flaming wings behind her, rose into the sky, and excitedly said, “We have arrived.”

“Welcome to the Valley of Seasons!”

With no tree cover to obstruct the view, the scenery before them suddenly opened up. On a distant mountain, a waterfall cascaded down like a ribbon of silver, and the deep lake was bordered by vibrantly colored flowers.

Further away, the scenery underwent variegated changes.

It was as if time and space were disordered, with the seasons cut into pieces and then randomly placed across the entire area.

“Beautiful place, isn’t it?”

Roger nodded, and the group continued to forge ahead, crossing mountains and rivers, quickly approaching a towering mountain, on the edge of which stood a majestic castle.

The castle was built along the mountainside and, as it was not constructed for specialized defense like ancient castles, it did not possess the elaborate fortifications that Roger had seen on most European castles.

It more resembled a conglomeration of ancient castles, with a rugged style and rough lines, yet exuded a special aura of sturdiness.

“That was once the most flourishing era of the Demon Hunters.”

“Gunpowder had not yet become popular, and the world had not undergone major changes. Back then, Demon Hunters would take their weapons and baggage, ride on horses, and traverse the mountains and plains alone.”

“They braved the wind and dew, occasionally returning to a tavern to gather information or to find a pleasant girl to pass the time. More often, they undertook missions under the command of the Hunters Guild to maintain peace,”

Henrik added soberly from the sidelines, a glint of reverence flickering in his eyes.

Although this place had declined, it was, long ago and even now, a place countless Demon Hunters yearned for.

Perhaps what they yearned for was not the castle’s former prosperity but the glory that had faded with the changing times.

“Everything will get better.”

Amanda spoke up.

“Come on, let’s go up and take a look!”

Roger led the charge upwards.

Passing through the dilapidated rope bridge and climbing to the high tower at the edge of the castle, time had leveled everything, depriving the castle of the potential for reuse.

“If we want to restore it to use, that’s probably not going to be possible. We can only try to find the less severely damaged areas and then make plans…”

Henrik stated.

“No, no need!”

Roger looked around, feeling a wave of special emotion within him.

He loved the entire valley, the changing scenery, and even the ruined walls before him.

As for changes…

“Step back.”

With that, Roger soared into the sky, taking everyone away from the core area of the castle to a nearby high tower.

“What are you doing?” Amanda appeared puzzled, and even Claudia, whose expressions rarely changed, looked curiously at Roger.

“Let’s witness a miracle together!”

Roger smiled, opened the mission panel, and watched for the prompts that appeared.

“Do you want to set this area as the Demon Hunters’ training base?”

“Yes!”

“Detecting a large number of building ruins, confirming architectural style, assimilation begins!”

“Boom!”

Like an earthquake, a transparent halo then enveloped the entire area, not just the castle in front of them but also the distant rivers and valleys and the farther forests.

“What did you do?”

Amanda said, dumbfounded.

In this world, a Transcendent’s combat power was extremely impressive, but even they could not move mountains and fill seas. What Amanda was witnessing was nothing short of a miracle!

All the buildings in the entire castle area crumbled loudly, reassembling like broken blocks being pieced together anew.

The whole process didn’t require Roger’s guidance at all, as if an invisible huge hand were orchestrating everything.

The Hunter’s Cabin became stronger.

At the onset of the Advent, let alone the grand spectacle before his eyes, even repairing a leaking wooden hut required Roger to actively chop wood.

Although he couldn’t create something out of nothing just yet, the way rules were being twisted still made observers’ scalps tingle.

“Who are you exactly…”

Claudia stopped mid-sentence, she knew Roger was an Otherworldly Visitor, but everything in front of her, “Could it be the Child of the World?”

Claudia asked a question that seemingly came out of nowhere.

Roger’s attention was fully captivated by the sight before him, and he didn’t notice what Claudia had said.

Long after, when the rumbling stopped, what appeared before everyone’s eyes was no longer the dilapidated castle of just moments before.

Instead, there was a huge complex built along the mountainside, stretching all the way to the summit.

The grey stone walls didn’t make the vast buildings look monotonous, the cold, hard colors contrasted with the Valley of Seasons’ colorful scenery, a powerful presence assaulting the eyes.

Beyond the main structure, the castle was divided into five interconnected areas, the purposes of which others couldn’t discern, but Roger could infer from the different styles and the marks carved on the main structures.

On one of the castles, apart from the conspicuous mark of Alder, Roger also saw a metallic shimmer from a cat’s head.

That was the Cat Fraction.

Thus, the purposes of the other areas became apparent.

The suspension bridge stretching from the other side to the foot of the mountain had also been revamped, crossing the ravine like a Heavenly Ladder and connecting two areas.

From the foot to the waist of the mountain were normal mountain structures; going upwards were the five large areas, at the core of which, was the main body of the castle buildings.

Library, Training Room, forge, Alchemical Laboratory.

All these areas had been expanded; without entering, Roger knew the detailed situation of each area.

Besides, from within the castle, Roger also found a place specifically designed for the Green Grass Trial.

Other Demon Hunters didn’t need to go through the subsequent two trials.

The Green Grass Trial was more like an identity confirmation.

Compared to any Hunter’s Cabin, the castle before him was magnificent, its functions now more complete, but for Roger, the surprises were far from over.

In the ravine at the foot of the mountain, which had once served as a graveyard for many Demonic Hunters, had now undergone assimilation, merging with some powers of the Graveyard Cabin, resulting in a strange transformation of function.

And the Mist that enveloped the distance.

The Tower beneath his feet was still changing.

The Tower of Shadows was completely black, like a shadow under the sunlight, and more eerie was that, even when bathed in sunlight, no shadow of the tower could be found on the ground from any angle.

Graveyard Cemetery.

Misty Forest.

Tower of Shadows.

Roger was struck by a thought, instantly connecting it to the three Hunter’s Cabins he owned so far.

The functions of the three new areas must be linked to these three Hunter’s Cabins.

When everything had settled, a long time later, Henrik said in a gravelly voice, “Hey, brother, if you tell me now that you’re an omnipotent god, I’d believe you.”

“Yes, I am!”

Roger nodded, sparing Henrik a casual glance.

“Come on, beg me!”

“Get lost!” Henrik cursed loudly.

“I like this place, from now on, it’s our home.”

“Yes.” Roger looked up at the castle built against the mountain, reflecting on everything he had experienced on his journey.

“It’s the home for all of us!”

“Let’s give it a name.”

“The House of Demon Hunters.”

“What do you think of this name?” Henrik suggested.

“No, it has only one name.”

Roger’s face lit up with a smile, he remembered the wish he had made when he first came to this world.

“This is the homeland of Demon Hunters.”

“Kaer Morhen!”