Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 233: Demon Hunter? Haha

Stepping out of the room, Miles felt as if he were floating, his feet springy as if stepping on trampolines.

"Mind your image!"

He took a deep breath, struggling to calm himself down. Descending the stairs, he encountered other Spirit Mediums and responded with a smile to each of their greetings.

His demeanor and etiquette were flawless.

"Pity that the only spot is mine."

Although he wanted to announce this news to everyone, Miles restrained himself. The entire exchange would be over by tomorrow evening, and he just needed to endure a little longer until he could become the center of everyone’s attention.

"Hmm... I need to appear modest, surprised with a touch of confidence."

Miles pondered gradually.

"After returning to the hotel, I must practice well to present my best to everyone."

By now, his theoretical presentation was essentially complete. He strolled around the manor, feigning interest in others’ comments.

At this moment, Miles felt a secret delight, as if he had been given the answers before an exam had even started.

"The outcome is already certain, isn’t it?"

As he walked, Miles suddenly noticed a large crowd gathered in an area and, scanning with his eyes, he saw Roger and Hathaway among the people.

He stepped forward.

"Mr. Roger, we meet again!"

Upon seeing the exquisite cards laid out on the table, Miles showed a smile.

"Oh... so this is a Gwent Card. It seems this game is quite popular."

Although he was talking to Roger, Miles’s gaze however, turned to Hathaway standing next to him.

"You’ve no hope left, I am the ultimate victor," Miles really wanted to say this to Hathaway’s face, but suddenly, he felt as if he and this woman were starting from different lines.

"Miss Hathaway, why haven’t I seen you these past couple of days?"

Miles thought he should show a bit of the magnanimity of a victor.

Hathaway was somewhat distracted, her mind completely occupied with Gwent Cards. Inspired by Terry, her understanding of the game’s rules went beyond the superficial.

Miles maintained the smile on his face.

"How do you play this?"

A thought suddenly struck him, "It must have something appealing to draw so much attention. Our family owns many industries, and if you’re willing, I might help you to promote them."

"Business is business, but with my introduction, I could certainly save you a lot of trouble."

"You want to turn it into a game and then make money off it?"

An abrupt voice came, Terry glaring.

"That would be a waste!"

He stepped forward and pulled Roger away.

Miles shook his head generously.

"Miss Hathaway, Mr. Roger’s friend..."

But before he could finish, he saw Hathaway as if struck by a thought, mumbling under her breath and returning to the crowd.

"These people..."

"As Spirit Mediums, to be engrossed by such a simple game."

"How could I have ever considered such individuals my competition?"

Miles found it somewhat amusing. Since no one was paying attention, he no longer wanted to maintain the pretense. With a snort, he turned and walked away.

"We have already taken different positions, and the gap will only widen. It’s not worth my time to dwell on these people."

"I must continue to work hard and strive to become Lady Egger’s fourth disciple. That is what I should be doing next."

Miles was making plans for himself.

Elsewhere.

"Roger, I must take you to meet someone," said Terry.

"Another toy manufacturer?"

Roger joked.

"How could it be?"

"I take back what I just said. It’s not just a game."

"But just as I mentioned, even if the divinatory power of Gwent Cards has some limitations, in terms of universality, it has surpassed all known forms of divination."

"What’s more important is that it offers a set of rules and a way of thinking, significant for the promotion of divination."

"Many of its principles are beyond me, utterly incomprehensible."

"You are a true genius, and I want to introduce you to my teacher. Though he is not a master of divination, he is immensely knowledgeable and can surely help promote your Gwent Cards."

"If you’re willing, maybe you could become his apprentice."

Terry extended a sincere invitation.

"Me?"

Roger shook his head.

"I can’t. I’m a Demon Hunter."

"A Demon Hunter?"

Terry’s expression stiffened momentarily.

"Heh heh..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Roger fell silent, not bothering to explain further. Instead, he clenched his fists, and the power within him erupted violently.

The sudden sense of oppression washed over Terry, and his complexion changed. In that instant, he felt as if he were being targeted by a wild beast.

The disparity that came from a difference in the very level of life made him involuntarily step back several paces.

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and his spine was immediately soaked with cold sweat.

"Extreme Force!?"

"This is the Transcendent Realm’s..."

Realizing something, Terry couldn’t help but cry out.

"You’re actually a Demon Hunter!"

"But the Gwent Card..."

Terry’s mouth hung open.

"I told you, I found it among my ancestors’ relics,"

Roger said with a smile.

"Do you think I’d believe that?"

Terry looked at Roger with a wooden expression.

Alright then...

Roger could only shrug helplessly.

"Who’s your teacher?"

"The initiator of this exchange meeting?"

Roger asked.

"You mean Mrs. Egger?" Terry shook his head.

"My teacher is a master in the field of spiritual energy enchantments; he has been working at the Hunters Guild for a long time and is one of the rare practical Spirit Mediums."

"Weapons enchanted by him are even sought after by Blood Hunters,"

Terry said a bit proudly.

"What about compared to Mrs. Egger?"

Roger’s eyes lit up. Although he hadn’t known Terry for a long time, Roger could see the shining traits in the man.

Serious and dedicated.

If such a student had been taught by him, the teacher’s skills couldn’t be lacking. Maybe it was worth attempting to make contact.

Even if he were somewhat inferior to Mrs. Egger, having Terry around would make him a better choice compared to Egger.

After all, according to Hathaway, that Miles’s sister was one of Mrs. Egger’s disciples.

She’s only recruiting students this time, and Roger realized he hadn’t thought it through earlier. Even with his help, if Hathaway became Mrs. Egger’s student,

if Miles’s sister interfered, Hathaway’s days to come wouldn’t be too easy.

Comparing the two options, even if somewhat weaker than Mrs. Egger, it was still acceptable.

After hearing Roger’s words, Terry blinked, seemingly unsure how to respond.

"Not convenient to say?"

"It’s not that."

"How does Mrs. Egger compare to your teacher?"

"Well... I don’t want to talk about Mrs. Egger under these circumstances; it’s quite offensive."

Terry answered honestly.

Roger opened his mouth.

Brother, don’t you know that such words hurt people?

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