Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 219 - Henriks Past
Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Henrik’s Past
Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Henrik’s Past
Night had fallen.
Roger, covered in mud, arrived in Bordeaux.
After giving a bit of money, he came to a public phone booth.
But after dialing Henrik’s number, no one picked up for a long time.
“What’s going on?”
Roger felt somewhat puzzled. After thinking for a moment, he dialed Ingmar’s number.
“You’re talking about Henrik? He left Bordeaux to carry out a mission,” Ingmar replied.
“Carry out a mission?”
“What mission requires such a long time? Is it assigned by the Hunters Guild?” Roger was somewhat surprised, because due to the conflict with Arlo at the time, Henrik had been temporarily stripped of his hunter status by Linda.
“No, it’s not a mission from the Hunters Guild.”
Ingmar thought for a moment.
“Consider it a personal endeavor.”
She suddenly sighed.
“To tell the truth, I’m also a bit worried.”
“The guy has been missing for a week now. His phone can be reached, but no one answers.”
“But you don’t have to worry; he should be alive and well. I’ve had someone check his credit card transaction records.”
The sound of teeth grinding came through the phone.
“He’s made several large expenditures at a local public relations company.”
“You know what kind of company that is, right? No need for me to spell it out?” Ingmar snorted coldly.
“They deceive those young girls with dreams of modeling, providing services for high society people.”
“Hmph.”
“It seems Henrik has really struck it big recently, to be able to spend money in such places.”
“Okay…”
Roger laughed awkwardly. Although he didn’t know what Henrik was really up to, it seemed unlikely that the guy was out on a Demon Hunting mission.
More likely, he was indulging some special personal predilection.
Just as Roger was about to hang up the phone, Ingmar on the other side hesitated and then said:
“About Henrik…”
“There are some things I shouldn’t really be talking about, because it may involve personal privacy, but I’m truly concerned about him.”
“I’m worried he might lose his life because of it.”
Roger’s heart skip a beat.
“What happened?”
“Is it related to that so-called mission?”
Ingmar let out a light sigh.
“Over the past few years, Henrik has been searching for a woman, or rather, a monster in human skin.”
“Have you ever heard of a female Night Demon?”
“A creature filled with the ultimate power of charm, which no man can resist.”
“No man can reject their temptation, even the strongest men get played by them.”
“Henrik wasn’t an exception back then.”
“To be honest, compared to us Wandering Hunters, Henrik could have been considered a true genius.”
“He came from a Demon Hunter family and reached the physical limits of an ordinary person at a very young age. Just as he was preparing to enter the Transcendent Realm, he even accidentally awakened his bloodline.”
“If he had progressed normally, he should now be a member of the Blood Hunters.”
Roger’s heart skipped a beat, vaguely guessing what might have come next.
“He fell in love with a female Night Demon?”
“And then fell into complete degradation because of it?”
“Love?” Ingmar laughed lightly.
“The word ‘love’ isn’t even in the vocabulary of female night demons. Such emotions are nonexistent to them. They are incarnations of desire and feed on it.”
“However, there is a very special kind among them. Through certain methods and deepening interactions, they can stir a man’s desires to their limit…”
“And then, at the crucial moment, they take everything those men possess.”
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“Power, even their bloodline!”
“What’s more terrifying is that the men who have been stripped of their power by this method still fall into an endless pit of desire.”
“They linger in places of pleasure, drifting among different women, squandering their energy and vigor time and time again, never to recover!”
“Henrik came to Bordeaux precisely because he picked up on some information about a female night demon. After all these years, he has been doing everything in his power to get revenge.”
“On one hand, he uses expensive drugs to suppress the desire in his heart, on the other, he searches for clues.”
Ingmar’s voice was somewhat filled with sighs.
“Henrik was indeed full of vigor back then. He excelled with a dagger and was also highly skilled with a longsword.”
“But after his bloodline was stripped away, his body utterly collapsed, and he could no longer grip the weapons in his hands.”
“With no other choice, he had to choose another path.”
“To have come this far today, he’s already outshone most Demon Hunters, but even so, he’s no match for that monster.”
“His path of vengeance leads only to a dead end.”
“I hope you can find an opportunity to persuade him to give up his revenge. That kind of creature… it’s too much of a suppressant for men.”
“He doesn’t stand a chance.”
Hearing this, Roger suddenly remembered Henrik’s various behaviors when he went to Swamp Town alone for a mission.
It was supposed to be a trial mission. Perhaps Henrik had already figured everything out before Roger started his investigation.
For him, to face a kinsman who is a life-and-death enemy and still strive to maintain impartiality must have been incredibly difficult.
“This guy…”
Roger shook his head helplessly.
Who would have thought his seemingly libertine lifestyle was hiding so many stories?
With his desires fully aroused by a female night demon, an ordinary person would probably have been drained to death amidst incessant indulgence.
Henrik was just barely maintaining a normal life, suppressing it with drugs on one hand and managing it sensibly on the other.
Roger finally understood why he was always short of money.
“Do you know where he is?”
Roger asked.
“Kazhen!”
“His recent spending records have all been around Kazhen. With no news for so long, I think he hasn’t found the target yet,”
Ingmar replied.
“Thank you for telling me all of this.”
What Ingmar had shared gave Roger a deeper understanding of Henrik.
“Haha, that guy is really stubborn. If you ask him directly, he’ll definitely not admit it.”
After hanging up the phone, several thoughts flashed through Roger’s mind. Henrik needed help, and it was naturally incumbent upon him to provide it. Besides, it was the perfect time for him to take a break from Bordeaux.
He wandered around in a nearby alley for a while and soon got some money and a cell phone from an unfortunate mugger.
Roger first tried to call Henrik, but the call was directly disconnected several times. From the frequency of the disconnections, Roger could roughly guess what Henrik was doing at the moment.
He smiled and typed a message.
“I’m Roger, I’ve run into big trouble!”
He hit send.
30 seconds later, the phone rang, and Roger answered the call.
Panting sounds came through the receiver from Henrik.
“Damn it!”
“If you don’t give me a good reason, I’m going to stuff your head up your ass!”
