Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 389 What are you doing, Dilio? (2)

Roger left.

But after his departure, the Foreign Spirit Assembly seemed to have just reached its climax. The crowd buzzed with excitement, speculating about the source of the Pale Blood in Roger’s hands.

They also made guesses about Roger’s actual strength.

"At least fourth tier, definitely fourth tier."

"To obtain Pale Blood, he must have personally killed a fourth tier. Considering he appeared unharmed, by this, we can infer that his combat ability must have reached the high end of the fourth tier."

"Keep in mind that it’s very tough to kill transcendent beings above fourth tier even if they can be defeated. They have too many methods for escaping and recovering."

Nailhead said somewhat excitedly.

"Not necessarily," Abraham interjected from the side.

"Even though acquiring Pale Blood is extremely difficult, this doesn’t mean there are no other methods. The quantity of Pale Blood that Mist just took out is small; it probably doesn’t come from a complete fourth tier transcendent being."

Abraham carefully hid his emotions, not letting anyone detect his thoughts; otherwise, the price of Pale Blood would exceed his limits.

Indeed, just a short time ago, Roger had proposed a trade.

Everyone could trade items in hand for Pale Blood, or provide the correct method of using it. Roger promised corresponding rewards for either.

As for what reward.

Roger said how should he know.

In any case, paint the big picture first, whet appetites sufficiently, and then talk about the rest later.

In fact, the sole target of Roger’s display of Pale Blood was Abraham.

Seeing this item, Abraham couldn’t possibly remain indifferent. Thus, during the following period, Abraham’s attention would be entirely diverted to Mist, a persona that didn’t truly exist.

Or in order to exchange for the Pale Blood in Roger’s hands, Abraham would have to rack his brains to collect precious materials for the trade.

Either way would buy some time for Roger.

And for Roger, time was the most important thing.

If given a year to grow, Roger believed that he would be able to squash Abraham with just one hand!

If the former Roger had his current strength, perhaps he could have taken advantage of Abraham at his weakest and completely resolved this trouble.

However, the current situation was also very advantageous for Roger.

"Is extracting Pale Blood that easy?"

Nailhead glanced at Abraham sideways.

"Soul Devourer, you didn’t attend the last meeting and have no idea how powerful Mr. Mist truly is. He must control a massive World Fragment."

"In that world, there exist terrifying creatures whose mere size alone can instill despair."

"Furthermore, there is..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

"Some who offended Mr. Mist last time received a lesson not much later. You can go and inquire about it, or..."

He gave Abraham a malicious glance.

"Perhaps you are Mr. Mist’s next target."

After saying that, he laughed coldly.

"Don’t talk nonsense behind people’s backs," Black Soul said languidly.

"Mr. Mist is very measured, and for a strong person, adhering to principles is a virtue."

"I’ve recently acquired a powerful alchemical recipe, which has given me a lot of inspiration. With this Pale Blood, I might find the key to advance to the fourth tier."

The voice of Black Soul rose.

"So I must obtain this item!"

"Ha-ha!" The Paladin laughed.

"No one wishes to easily hand over a true treasure, and it’s quite coincidental that I am in need of this item too!"

The Paladin leaned forward, eyes fixed on Black Soul sitting opposite.

"Does anyone else want this item?" Black Soul raised his voice.

"What do you think?" The people around answered in a cacophony.

"Then let’s rely on our own abilities," he said coldly, vanishing from the conference.

"There’s really no need for everyone to fight each other, as it’s Mr. Mist who ultimately holds the decision-making power. The item’s preciousness is one thing, but more importantly, it’s needed!"

"Something needed by a Fourth Tier, or even a Fifth Tier Transcendent?" someone said with a bitter smile.

"That’s too difficult."

"That’s why we need to put in more thought."

The Paladin smiled, "I’ll go get ready. See you all next time!"

After speaking, his figure vanished on the spot.

Abraham clenched his fists tightly, furrowing his eyebrows at everyone’s resolve, but he had no solution for it. What was hardest for him was that he was now alone, and all the treasures he had accumulated over the years were left in New Moon City.

"Damn it!"

"Were that kid and those two idiots killed by that Mist?"

A man hidden within a World Fragment rendered Abraham helpless.

"The item is mine, and no one can take it away!"

A hint of madness flashed in his eyes as Abraham quickly began to calculate.

After the ceremony ended, Roger took off his disguise and placed the Lantern containing Pale Blood into the Storage Box.

He had never researched the Pale Blood, waiting for this day. With the time he had fought for, Roger should be able to take his strength up another notch.

If he could acquire the Hart Spirit’s Horn and complete the Dream Trials before that, his odds against Abraham would be much better.

Combining his current resources, Roger began to secretly strategize.

"Still too weak, I need some external support."

"The Hunters Guild of Armenia..."

"Or the Round Table Knight Order?"

Roger’s eyes lit up.

Leaving the Mist Hut, Roger returned to the real world. Instead of continuing his training, while he was preparing to rest, a knock on the door suddenly startled him.

"Goway."

The girl looked downcast, struggling to accept the changes that had befallen Grace.

Roger sighed.

"Need to talk?"

"Or have a drink."

Goway lifted her head, "I’ll choose the latter."

Stepping out of the room, Roger took Goway down to the living room. The room was decorated in a retro style; they sat on the couch where Roger filled the empty cup in front of Goway.

Meanwhile, in another manor, Henrik and Claudia were applauding for love.

What was strange, though, was that Henrik was bleeding throughout the whole process.

"Which set of movements is this?"

Henrik silently counted, feeling as if he had arrived in heaven these past few days. Every moment spent with Claudia felt novel.

This woman possessed endless magic power, and calling her the Chameleon Witch was by no means an exaggeration.

Of course, there was also the Pierce in her body.

After the fight ended, Henrik blew the retreat, exhaustedly lying on the bed.

Claudia, however, looked radiant and energetic.

"Let’s call it a day, we have our whole lives ahead of us."

Henrik rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. In his dazed state, he felt someone lean in close.

Happiness couldn’t be simpler.

On the morning of the second day, Roger stepped out of his room to find Goway still asleep on the living room couch.

But just then, he heard a scream from Henrik’s manor in the distance.

"Shit!"

"Damn it, Dilio, FK!"

"What are you doing under my blanket!?"

Thinking of that image, Roger couldn’t help but laugh inappropriately.

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