Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 241: Return the st - : Returning to the Small Island

Chapter 241: Return the 241st Chapter: Returning to the Small Island

A new day, Roger slowly opened his eyes.

In his mind, a new strand of spiritual power branched off, forming a new, thin-as-gossamer loop.

As this thread of spiritual power gradually strengthened and took shape, it would become the second Dharma Seal model.

Paired with the potions he had on hand, the rate of spiritual power enhancement remained fast, but Roger could sense that this rate of progress was diminishing at an enormous pace.

Before long, he would hit a bottleneck in improving his spiritual power.

That is when he would need to take a new Alchemy Potion that worked in conjunction with the Myriad Snakes Meditation Technique.

The brain fluid of a War Ghost, petals of the Dragon Scale Flower, the bark of a Thorn Demon Tree... various Transcendent Materials were plentiful.

When Roger recited the list of materials he needed, the usually composed Terry couldn’t help but exclaim, "What on earth are you planning to do?"

"Some of these things I haven’t even heard of before..."

"Regarding the follow-up research on Gwent Cards, I’ve got some new ideas. Besides, I need to enhance my own strength,"

Roger vaguely explained.

"Alright, I can only try to think of a way to help you. Besides, you’d better be prepared; the things you’re asking for are going to cost a hefty sum of money."

"Cough cough!"

Roger laughed awkwardly, the profits from Heller’s side wouldn’t be coming in for a while.

"Can I owe it first?"

"Heh."

Terry scoffed.

"What do you think?"

"Many of these items aren’t just things you can buy with money; even in internal transactions, they’re only available in limited supply."

"I think you understand."

Roger sighed helplessly and tentatively asked,

"Could you ask around for someone to see if there’s interest in Mr. Heller’s Spiritual Energy Bullets? There should be many people wanting to buy them, right?"

"You’re actually planning on selling it?" Terry cried out in disbelief.

"To be precise, it’s the second one."

"Otherwise, where would I get the money to pay for the materials from before?"

Roger felt somewhat helpless too.

"Advanced Spiritual Energy Bullets crafted by the mentor, given but never sold, what you’re doing is simply..."

Terry couldn’t quite find the words to describe Roger’s actions at the moment.

"Leave one for Henrik."

Roger really was short of money, and if there was really no other choice, he’d have to wait for news and then try his luck at New Moon City.

After all, in the real world, the number of Transcendent-level tasks was limited, which greatly reduced the chance of getting one.

"I’ll ask the mentor for you, let’s put this batch of materials on a tab, just this once, don’t expect it again!"

Terry said through gritted teeth.

"To be honest, I’m starting to regret this already."

"Damn Gwent Cards!"

And with that, he hung up the phone.

The materials Roger requested this time included many of Transcendent level, and many of the herbs among them were also extremely rare.

If he was to gather them all, it would indeed cost a fortune; Terry really did him a big favor by agreeing to this.

After completing a meditation session, Roger packed his bags, bought a set of diving gear along with the appropriate equipment, and rented a boat by the seaside.

The boat was not large, and he could steer it entirely on his own. On the deck’s flagpole hung a smiley face wearing a crooked straw hat.

"What’s that drawn on top?" Roger asked curiously.

"That’s my lucky charm,"

the boat owner said somewhat proudly, "I call him Straw Hat Boy. Isn’t he interesting?"

Roger nodded in mock seriousness, "Quite good, to be honest, you should consider drawing comics."

"Haha!"

The ship owner burst into hearty laughter; it was obvious he recognized Roger. "Kid, you’ve got good taste."

"If I really went off to draw comics, I’d definitely put your name in them and give you some amazing identity!"

The straw-hat boy, the sea, ships, Roger...

"Does it seem familiar?"

Roger smiled, greeted the ship owner, and started the engine to leave the port of Baytown.

This time he decided to check out the place recorded in Kant’s diary.

Maybe there he would find some answers about his own identity.

Whether it was Kant’s diary or the records in the Soul Transference Book, both were somewhat cryptic in their descriptions of that place, but having determined the general area, Roger sped to the nearby waters as fast as he could.

From this position, the island where Roger used to live was not far away.

After some thought, he changed direction and headed towards that island.

Soon, the outline of the island began to appear before his eyes, and to Roger’s surprise, there was a boat moored near the coast of the small island.

"Someone’s there?"

Roger hesitated for a moment, slowing down; since there were people there, he decided not to land on the island.

But just as he was turning the boat to leave, a few young people suddenly rushed out from the island.

"Over here!"

"We’re over here!"

"Thank goodness, someone has finally come!"

The group looked a bit ragged, seemingly trapped on the island for several days.

Without any hesitation, Roger still started the engine and approached the islet; his past experiences taught him how tough survival on a deserted island could be.

The few people, judging by their clothes, were clearly wealthy youths, unkempt and seemingly even worse off than Roger had been.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The first to climb onto the boat was a woman in a bikini, who appeared so frantic that she just kept thanking Roger repeatedly.

The others following her were in no better state than her, and their abnormal demeanor alerted Roger.

"What happened?"

"Has your boat run aground?"

After drinking a cup of warm water, one of the tall young men relaxed his expression a bit.

"Let’s go, let’s get out of here quickly!"

"This place is weird, the navigation system on the boat stopped working entirely, and our communication equipment also got disrupted; if not for you, we would have eventually died here!"

The young man seemed reminded of something, fear showing on his face.

"What exactly happened?"

After explanations from the group, all talking over each other, Roger finally pieced together what had happened.

As he had guessed, these people came from affluent families and were scions visiting Baytown for fun.

They had been partying on their boat out at sea, indulging themselves on the deck, experiencing what a grand maritime feast truly was.

But one night, not long ago, as everyone was partying, they woke to find the boat had unknowingly approached this island.

To their surprise, the entire boat was damaged, and not only could they not continue cruising, but all the equipment on the boat had also become useless.

In this situation, the group could only bring their supplies onto the island.

But on the very first night after they moved into the lighthouse, something eerie happened on the island.

"Eerie stuff?"

Roger’s interest was piqued. Had they encountered the same murlocs that had once appeared here?

He feigned curiosity, "What did you find?"

"It’s not some kind of ghost, is it?"

"No, no, no."

The tall young man shook his head.

"It was a woman, a woman with green hair and a tail fin!"

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