Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 125 - Arrival

Chapter 125 -125 Arrival

A dark SUV slowly stopped in the center of Baytown Park, and Moor opened the window and lit a cigarette.

With her red lips slightly parted, she took a deep breath, and the cigarette visibly shrank at an incredible rate. Moor exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked the cigarette butt precisely into a trash bin by the roadside.

She opened the car door, leaned against it gently, and her seemingly casual gaze swept across the entire square.

“I like places like this, quiet and peaceful.”

“Most importantly, they’re by the sea.”

After stretching lazily, her beautiful curves were exposed to the air, a sight rarely seen in Baytown of such a stylish urban woman like Moor.

Moor hadn’t been there long before she attracted the attention of many men. Those a bit older just watched from a distance, discussing her among friends.

But some of the younger guys couldn’t contain the hormones surging inside them, gathering in small groups.

Encouraged by his buddies, a tanned young man with ear studs and short hair walked over with a feigned nonchalance, but before he could speak, Moor’s gaze shot over rapidly.

“Stay away from me.”

Her voice was indifferent, carrying a haughty sense of distance.

The boy’s face flushed red, and laughter from his friends, faint yet noticeable, drifted from afar; he clenched his teeth and mustered his courage to step forward again.

“Is this your first visit to Baytown?”

“My name is…”

“Snap!”

A heavy palm landed on his shoulder, making it ache. The young man turned his head sharply, only to see a man of similar age staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

“Get lost, you’re blocking my way!”

The tall man speaking looked rather skinny and pale, with deep-set eyes, as if he hadn’t had a good rest for a week.

Rejection coupled with the unpleasant tone of the man’s voice turned the young man’s expression dark, but before he could react, the pain on his shoulder intensified.

That skinny palm felt as though it were a pair of iron pincers.

“Ah… it hurts!”

“Stop it right now!”

Unable to bear the pain, the young man screamed, drawing his friends who had been watching the excitement to come over.

“What’s going on?!”

“Let him go!”

Thump!

The young man was thrust to the ground by a massive force. Just when the others thought to react angrily, they saw the skinny man step forward, his eyes shining with a wild beast’s glow and a suppressed growl echoing in his throat.

Standing on the edge of the park, they all felt as if they were in a primeval forest, faced with a starving wild animal.

“Taylor, you’re late,” Moor said nonchalantly, glancing at her watch.

“Had a bit of trouble on the way,” the man called Taylor replied, biting his nails.

“Hey, what do you two think you’re doing? Just going to leave my friend like that? Apologize right now!” someone yelled, helping the boy up from the ground.

“Telling you to stay away was for your own good,” Moor stepped forward.

Her fingers traced down the young man’s cheek. “Little guy, you need to have some grace when chasing girls. With the impression you’re giving now…”

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“Tsk, tsk.”

An unusual light flickered in Moor’s eyes, and her voice softened to a deep, persuasive tone that made one want to comply.

“Alright, everyone, go back.”

“If we meet again next time, I might be able to give you something sweet to taste,”

After lightly tapping on the boy’s forehead, Moor turned and got into the car, “Come with me, and don’t stir up any more trouble.”

The latter half of the sentence was naturally directed at Taylor, who was standing to one side.

The group of young men, heads buzzing, didn’t know who moved first, but without a word, they all dispersed.

“What were you planning to do just now if I hadn’t intervened?”

“At the entrance of the park, cripple a few unscrupulous youths, then attract the attention of the police and further alert the Hunters Guild?”

Moor started the car, “Leave the rest to me, and don’t act unless it’s necessary.”

“There will be a chance for you to act at the critical moment.”

Taylor didn’t make a peep, instead shrinking his skinny body into the seat.

“Alright.”

After a short response, he closed his eyes.

Moor took out a shell-like object and held it in her hand.

“Based on the feedback from these past few times, I’ve ruled out several other places. Judging by the energy fluctuations, it’s very likely to be here.”

“We’re in luck this time. If all goes well, we might actually find something.”

Moor drove out of the center of the small town and gradually approached a side road, parking the car in the bushes before opening the door.

“This is the last feedback point.”

“We’ll have to wait a while for the next test, so we might as well go in and search.”

Moor woke up a drowsy Taylor and, after locking the car, the two of them entered the woods.

…

Meanwhile, Roger, who was training in the Training Room, sweating profusely, stopped his movements.

“No good, it’s still lacking a bit!”

Before he retrieved his Steel Sword, Roger had focused all his attention on training and had almost absorbed all the effects of the Second Tier’s enhancement. Overall quality had been further improved, which had also led to significant gains in Trial Swordsmanship.

But now, he was just a bit shy of reaching level 3 in Trial Swordsmanship, and this tiny gap seemed larger than any he had faced before.

Roger guessed that without the assistance of external forces, relying solely on training, it would take at least a month for him to fully activate the power within his body and reach his limit.

This was a process that couldn’t be rushed.

He had originally planned to elevate his Trial Swordsmanship to level 3 before using a Third Tier Tempering Potion. Roger theorized that he might even be able to break through the body’s limitations without the use of a Green Grass Potion.

Though not Transcendent, he would possess power akin to it, and the effects of the Green Grass Potion would likely be better at that time.

However, at the current rate, it would take a significant amount of time to adopt such a method. One month was just a preliminary estimate; the actual time could be shorter or even longer than a month.

To be honest, Roger was somewhat hesitant about whether to take the Third Tier Tempering Potion now or wait until he had pushed his Trial Swordsmanship to level three.

The difference in results would undoubtedly be substantial.

After a brief rest, wiping off his sweat, Roger began preparing the Alchemy Materials for the Third Tier Tempering Potion.

The specific formula was very similar to that of the Second Tier, but there was a significant difference in its preparation.

First, he created an identical Second Tier Tempering Potion using the methods from the Second Tier.

Then, Roger crushed and fused the remaining Alchemy Materials, sorting and placing them into categories.

He stored these items in a box, ready to be used at any time.

Whenever he found it difficult to make an immediate decision, Roger would decide to give himself some time to cool off.

He noticed the food in his storage box was also running low.

After giving it some thought, he decided to head out for a while.

His recent dedication to intense practice naturally led to fast consumption of food.

But as Roger stepped out of the woods, he unexpectedly encountered two strangers.