Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 120 - Bordeaux City (Seven Updates)

Chapter 120: Chapter 120 Bordeaux City (Seven Updates)

Henrik was incredibly efficient, having just finished breakfast in the morning when he gave Roger a call and left him an address.

“I’ve already contacted the person for you; I’ve even briefed him in advance. Just go straight to him, explain your purpose, and he’ll craft a new weapon for you according to your specifications.”

“Oh, and one more thing, the materials you asked me to collect have also arrived; it just happens that you’re going to Bordeaux City, so you can pick them up yourself.”

“Those items couldn’t be posted through normal methods.”

“How much money will I need…”

It was clear that Henrik was quite short on cash; they hadn’t yet sold off the box of Gold Coins they had obtained before, and Roger had saved up a little from a few past missions on his own.

“I’ve covered it for you for now; what you have won’t be enough. The deposit alone for forging a Steel Sword is over 10,000.”

“Uh…”

“Okay then.”

Roger could only offer repeated thanks; through several missions, he had established a profound friendship with Henrik, a bond of life and death between them, so there was naturally no need to make a fuss over this bit of money.

Despite his greedy appearance the day before, Henrik probably wouldn’t even accept the money if Roger really insisted on giving him his own share.

If he did accept it, he would surely find a way to compensate Roger elsewhere.

The two of them understood each other perfectly well.

With such an incident happening to Amanda, Adeline could naturally not continue going to work as if nothing had happened. She specifically asked the police station for a few days off, planning to spend some quality time with Amanda.

The mother and daughter made plans, deciding to take the opportunity to visit some relatives nearby with Little Jack and their aunt’s family.

Adeline had even thought about inviting Roger, but he made an excuse, saying Professor Condes needed to see him about something to do with music.

After packing lightly, Roger drove towards Bordeaux City.

This was his first visit to the most prosperous seaside city nearby.

As the largest city in the entire state, Bordeaux City had a population of around 450,000 in the urban area alone, and together with the various small towns under its jurisdiction, the total population exceeded 1.5 million.

Had it not been for the hurricane that struck thirty years ago, Bordeaux City would likely be even more prosperous now.

Roger tentatively concluded that the place Anna had asked him to find should be located in Bordeaux City.

Because on the outskirts of the entire city, there was a river that encircled the city, meandering serpentine-like. From the map, it looked very much like a new moon.

Therefore, many years ago, the city was also known as New Moon City.

And, according to Roger’s speculation, Bordeaux City would have been called New Moon City back when Anna was alive.

The drive from Baytown to Bordeaux City wasn’t particularly long; driving at a leisurely pace, it took Roger about three hours to enter the urban area.

The whole city was divided into several districts, and from the outside, it bore no resemblance to the metropolis Roger had pictured; instead, it carried an inexplicable sense of decay and antiquity.

This was a city of old and new, with the appearance of prosperity masking special cultural legacies left behind from the colonial period over a hundred years ago.

Following the address Henrik had given him, Roger parked the car in a nearby parking lot, as the place he needed to visit was a pedestrian street, inaccessible by car.

Royal Street.

Although the name sounded posh, the street was actually one of the oldest in Bordeaux City.

It preserved many of the colonial architectural styles from the Faku era, and the buildings on the street were painted in a multitude of vibrant colors. Strolling along, Roger saw many tourists wandering around.

There were itinerant musicians performing at street corners, and artists painting portraits for passersby, while the distinctive melodies of jazz music filled the air.

For a moment, Roger even thought that everything he was experiencing was just a dream.

“Sir, would you like a portrait?”

“It will only take me 15 minutes to complete it for you, trust me, it won’t take up much of your time.”

“What’s there to lose in exchanging an ordinary quarter of an hour of your life for a beautiful memory in Bordeaux City?”

The girl stopping Roger was wearing ripped jeans, slightly taller than the average girl, with some freckles on her face that hinted at a Northern European heritage.

“Draw one for me.”

Roger sat down on a short stool beside her.

“I have a request, you must draw me with four eyes and two mouths, and of course, after it’s drawn, it should look exactly like me.”

The girl was initially startled, then she scrutinized Roger carefully before nodding her head.

“The customer is god, I will fulfill your request.”

As she spoke, she picked up her brush and started sketching rapidly.

It seemed like the girl needed no reference to Roger’s appearance at all, her head bowed, her attention completely focused on the paper.

Roger didn’t move either, just looking around; the street overflowed with a spirit of freedom and disorder, and the girl before him seemed quite ordinary.

It was hard to associate her with the Hunters Guild.

In less than 10 minutes, the girl stopped her pen. She did not even show Roger her work, but quickly rolled it up and handed it to him.

“You’ll like it.”

“Walk to the end of the street, then turn right into the alley, and you’ll see a red iron door. Pass this drawing through, and someone will take you to where you want to go.”

“Oh, and one more thing…”

With that, the girl twirled her fingers.

“My tip.”

Roger paid her and turned to leave.

This was something Henrik had cautioned him about; without an acquaintance to guide him, the first time going to the swordsmith’s place, he needed to first obtain a credential here.

The old man was a quirky fellow who only served those he found visually pleasing; as for what sort of person was considered visually pleasing, Roger did not know.

Henrik said that though this painter lacked formidable combat power, she was innately talented, and with subsequent training,

Her portraits could accurately display a specific trait of a person.

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And it was this trait that served as the key to knock on the swordsmith’s door.

Roger had no idea what he looked like in the girl’s eyes, the scroll in his hand was tied with a thin string, and he had no intention of breaking the rules.

Following the direction the girl had indicated, Roger arrived in front of the iron door, knocked on it, a hatch opened, and after a moment’s thought, Roger slipped the rolled-up painting through the hatch.

This must be the special passage for newcomers; old-timers like Henrik would have different ways of entry.

The street across was bustling, but this alley was deserted. Just then, another woman approached the entrance of the alley; before Roger could take a good look at her, the iron door opened and a voice sounded.

“Sir, you have received an invitation.”

“Please follow me!”

Without any hesitation, Roger pushed the door open and entered.