Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 121 - : The Swordsmith (Eight Updates)
Chapter 121: Chapter 121: The Swordsmith (Eight Updates)
A downward passage appeared before Roger’s eyes. The staircase was not wide, approximately only wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side.
He descended one level, where a middle-aged man with a pale complexion, dressed in a butler’s uniform, stood at the corner of the staircase.
“How do I address you?”
“Roger.”
“Oh… that name suits you well.”
“You may call me Vero, please follow me.”
The other’s display of elegance and politeness endeared him to Roger.
If only… he were human.
The butler before him, though seemingly not much different from a normal person, had a more ethereal body; one could vaguely see the objects behind him through his form.
Clearly, this was a ghost.
If Henrik’s theories were correct, capable of maintaining sanity, having his own thoughts, and communicating with normal people…
Well, this was a Monster Spirit.
Aside from the mysterious Anna, this must be the first Monster Spirit Roger encountered.
The most ordinary Monster Spirits are Transcendent, and with this in mind, Roger felt slightly nervous, his muscles tensing subconsciously for a moment.
“Respected guest, there’s no need to be nervous.”
“As you can see, I am a Monster Spirit, but I am not a madman; I will not attack you unless it is necessary.”
Vero’s attitude was still courteous, but Roger heard the underlying implication.
If it’s not necessary…
The descent of the staircase was surprisingly long, and the light in the passage was somewhat dim. However, Roger was able to see clearly as he walked down about four or five levels, where the noise seemed to become much livelier.
In an open room, several people were selecting something, and the walls were covered with various weapons, from cold weapons to firearms of all kinds.
However, the most numerous items here were guns, along with some peculiar crossbows and other such things.
Cold weapons, mostly hung up high, appeared to be of little interest to the people present.
A few people behind the counter were interacting with customers looking to buy weapons.
Vero led Roger to another side. The people nearby seemed unable to see Vero, and as Roger watched the butler push open a door, he followed him in.
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In the room, a tall man with somewhat graying hair had his back turned to Roger, fiddling with something on a table.
Roger noticed a stack of papers on the side, the top one…
He was slightly taken aback. On the portrait, Roger couldn’t make out his own features at all. Strangely, behind those seemingly haphazardly drawn lines, a sense of sharpness hit him directly.
“That girl seems to really have some skill,” Roger thought silently.
Just then, the man with graying hair turned around; he was somewhat bald, had a fierce look, and a long, narrow scar on his cheek.
The scar crossed over his left eye.
“Are you the Roger that Henrik referred?”
He picked up the sheet of drawing paper from the desk and glanced at Roger.
“There is one thing Henrik didn’t lie about.”
“Seeing a Demon Hunter continue the ancient traditions outside of the Blood Hunter Family these days is indeed a rarity.”
Roger had learned from Henrik that the so-called Blood Hunter Families had centuries of heritage, and within their successors flowed non-human bloodlines.
Their ancestors had mating relationships with some Transcendent Beings, and the offspring naturally inherited these bloodlines.
Thus, both in terms of their starting point and their potential, they were much stronger than ordinary people.
These people, these families, seemed to be the backbone of the Hunters Guild, while ordinary people like Henrik were, in fact, at the very bottom rank, merely foot soldiers.
“Mr. Crater, good day, I believe Henrik has already informed you of my purpose here.”
Roger placed his backpack on the table and took out the materials inside.
“I’d like to craft a new sword.”
The old man didn’t even glance at the fragments of the Steel Sword; he picked up the other two pieces of metal and weighed them in his hand.
“I haven’t encountered such rare materials in a long time,”
Just then, his gaze sharpened as he noticed another piece of material placed beside him.
A half skull, pale in color.
There was a small notch in the center of the skull.
“This thing…”
Crete’s complexion changed, “A witch’s skull, and it seems to still contain something, its owner must have been quite powerful when alive.”
“At least a late-stage Waning Moon level!”
“Where did you get this from?”
“Not every witch can condense a skull like this, it’s too rare!”
Holding the half skull, Crater actually seemed unable to put it down.
“This notch, it’s from a sword wound.”
It was only then that he glanced at the shattered Steel Sword, finding the Sword Tip among a pile of fragments.
“The notches match.”
He looked up at Roger.
“How could a rookie like you possibly kill such a creature? Was it an ancestor from your family who killed it?”
Roger listened as Crater talked to himself, silently closing his mouth.
Well, the old man sure had a strong imagination.
“Yes, that must be it.”
“Fighting a powerful witch, it’s no wonder this sword suffered damage and ended up broken like this.”
The old man glanced at Roger tentatively as he spoke.
Roger tried to look as if he had been found out, “You can tell all that!”
“Absolutely amazing!”
“Ha ha!”
Crater laughed with satisfaction, “Although most of the weapons I sell now are firearms, my true expertise lies in the making of bladed weapons!”
Crater packed away the materials.
“Tell me, which hand do you prefer to use, and do you have any special requirements for the length and weight of the blade?”
“I can use both hands, and I do a lot of chopping, so I need to be able to dual wield…”
Roger listed his preferences one by one, and Crater carefully noted them down, then took out a ruler and precisely measured Roger’s height and arm length.
He even briefly understood Roger’s force applied when attacking. Although he didn’t see the finished product, the old man’s professionalism still reassured Roger.
“I have all the data recorded.”
“It’s evident that you have a deep understanding of swordsmanship, and although you’re far from a master, it’s very impressive for your age.”
“Your strength is very good; you must be close to reaching your limit, right?”
Roger nodded.
“So, I will increase the weight of the Steel Sword a bit for you. Leave your email, and I’ll send you the draft by tomorrow. If all goes well, you should be able to use this weapon within five days!”
“That fast!”
Roger’s face lit up with joy.
Crater also seemed very pleased, “The material is rare, and moreover, you’re a skilled swordsman, ha ha, I can hardly wait to start forging it now!”
“All right then, I’m counting on you.”
Roger left his email address and briefly discussed some weapon maintenance knowledge with Crater.
Finally, he left under Vero’s prompting.
Opening the door, the figure who had just been glimpsed in the alley brushed past Roger, seemingly also there to commission a weapon from Crater.
After leaving Royal Street, Roger did not go to collect the materials Henrik had gathered for him but instead made a call to the real estate agency he had appointed earlier.
Hmm… Now that he had money in hand, it was time to look at houses.
