Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1081 - 767 The Final Night_2

"As for authenticity, that goes without saying."

Joseph’s smile grew wider on his face, "What?"

"You want to personally test the effects of this reagent?!" Joseph looked troubled.

"Well, it’s not that I’m unwilling, but the actual effects greatly exceed your expectations. If you take it here, I’m afraid it might cause some indecorum."

"Because some bodily anomalies cannot be eased by bending over, and also for the sake of your health, I suggest you immediately... ahem..."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"You say you brought a female companion?!"

"Oh... it’s a male companion, that’s no problem. The reagent enhances your own tool, it’s not gender-specific... But the only concern is the safety of your companion."

"If your companion is male, that’s very dangerous."

"Your accidental injury might cause your companion to permanently say goodbye to certain physiological activities."

"Understand, we have full confidence in our reagents, we only provide the potions, we cannot provide experimental venues."

"What?"

"You said a carriage? No, a carriage won’t do either."

Joseph’s expression started to become serious.

"So you either choose to trust us, or you go back the way you came."

The sound of Joseph’s voice reached Roger’s ears, and he couldn’t help but shake his head with amusement.

That little trick back then, he didn’t expect this guy to seize the opportunity and achieve such heights today.

All in all, Joseph is quite an interesting guy, reminding him of that old friend from another world.

Just wonder if he has kicked the bad habit of gambling.

After finally sending off a guest, just as Joseph was about to ring the copper bell at his side, he suddenly looked up and saw a fleeting figure.

With a flash of surprise on his face, he covered the copper bell with its base, "That’s it for today, the stock has sold out, please come back tomorrow."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the grumbling outside and closed the door directly.

"Dear Roger, it’s been so long!"

"Did you rush here from the estate?" he asked while secretly looking around, as if searching for Chloe’s figure.

"It’s just me, I’m planning to go on a long trip soon, so I came to take a look."

Roger said with a smile.

"Then you should stay here for a few days, I’ll introduce you to the finest socialites in the city."

Joseph grinned and got closer, exchanging pleasantries before getting straight to the point.

"Is there any new kind of potion developed?"

"The potion you formulated is effective, but for a period afterward, it leads to a peculiar phase of tranquility."

"During this period, even the most enchanting fairy can’t arouse the slightest interest in the user of the reagent."

"You don’t know, because of this characteristic, and accompanied by a prolonged period of contemplation, users of such potions appear like a meditating monk or sage."

"So this period is referred to as ’Sage Time.’

"And our potion is thus called ’Sage Reagent.’

"If there were a way to solve this drawback, I bet sales could increase several times over!"

"Alright, stop complaining."

Roger looked helpless.

"Is there really such a good thing in this world?"

"After indulging freely, naturally, one needs a good rest. If you really want such a reagent, it’s not that there isn’t one..."

"Really?" Joseph’s eyes lit up.

"Really, it’s a new Green Grass Potion I’ve developed, and after using it, it will have magical effects..."

"...From now on, you can basically escape the Sage Reagent completely, full of energy..."

As Roger explained to him, Joseph engraved the name of the Green Grass Potion in his mind deeply, and he even began to fantasize.

Roger didn’t expose it, but before they parted, he seriously instructed Joseph.

"If you encounter a threat to your life, take this token and find someone."

Joseph received the Serpentine Badge, and the snake’s eyes on the badge left a deep impression on him.

"I truly hope you never have to use it."

Although ordinary life is a bit plain, it suits Joseph best.

"Next time, remember to inform me in advance, and I can not only arrange for the finest socialites but hey, even find a young noble lady for you!"

Joseph shouted loudly.

He knew little about Roger, so his attitude was rather calm, while Roger just waved his hand, without answering.

...

Federal Conference Hall.

After concluding the interim meeting of various city-states, Olivia rubbed her forehead in exhaustion, and after sending off the last city’s lord from the conference hall, when she returned to her seat, she found a special badge on the table.

A white paper was pressed under the badge.

As Olivia picked up the paper, clear handwriting gradually appeared.

Meanwhile, in the dark crypt, Ox, wearing a hood, spoke in a low voice. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly as he listened intently to the voice ringing in his mind.

After everything ended, Ox kneeled on one knee facing a certain direction.

"My master, your command is the goal of my struggle, I will become the king of the night as you require."

Having arranged these matters, Roger returned to the manor before nightfall.

It was not too late, as he watched the last ray of twilight disappear over the horizon, Roger opened the door to the main hall.

Chloe sat across the long table.

She was clearly meticulously dressed, with a fair neck below which lay delicate collarbones, her black gown was both solemn and elegant.

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Chloe’s clenched palms slowly released.

"This time I will."

Roger answered softly.

Hearing his words, Chloe’s expression became tense again.

"You... where are you going?"

"That... that..."

Chloe stammered, knowing the answer yet unable to voice it.

"Seems like you can’t adapt to all of this yourself, I’m here to bid you farewell."

"In whose identity?" Chloe asked, her voice trembling.

"Which one do you wish for?" Roger smiled slightly.

Chloe’s breath suddenly became rapid, she took a deep breath, and then closed her eyes.

The room was silent, only the crackle of burning candles, the flickering firelight reflecting the emotions in Chloe’s heart.

"Roger."

"I hope it’s you, the real Roger!"

Chloe opened her eyes again, filled with determination.

Roger smiled and walked forward, under Chloe’s gaze, his once familiar face transformed into another visage.

This face, though strange, did not appear abrupt to the eye.

"It’s all over."

Chloe sighed.

"I should have known sooner, with Javier’s means, how could he fail?"

"And although your changes have trails to follow, it felt more like it was from my imagination, I understand him..."

"Perhaps it is precisely because of this, I sadly realized our family nearly cannot rise in his hands."

"So I could only deceive myself."

The melancholy on her face quickly vanished, as if thoroughly accepting this outcome, Chloe seemed incredibly relaxed.

The invisible shackles had been on her for far too long.

It weighed down on her, leaving her breathless.

"Will you come back?"

Chloe lifted the wine glass before her.

"Honestly, I don’t know either." Roger shook his head with a wry smile.

"How long?" Chloe asked again.

"Honestly, it may depend on you."

Roger revealed a bit of information, and a look of realization flashed in Chloe’s eyes.

As a branch faction manager, she could sense a few things.

"Thank you for what you once did."

Chloe drank all the wine in the cup, then refilled it again.

"To our next meeting!"

After drinking the second glass, Chloe’s face blushed, which was almost impossible given her drinking capacity and physical condition.

Roger was slightly taken aback, watching Chloe raise a third glass.

"For... for..."

Her voice trembled, Chloe seemed unable to hold the glass, Roger’s expression changed slightly, and he hurried to her side.

Then Chloe collapsed into his arms.

Wrinkling his nose, Roger quickly analyzed the liquid mixed into the glass.

"The reagent you got from Joseph?"

Roger finally understood why Joseph looked for Chloe the first time he saw him.

"Mm..." She exhaled a breath smelling of alcohol.

"For... the romance of this night!"

Chloe finally uttered her last sentence, her cheeks flushed, her eyes nearly dripping with liquid.

"This isn’t gratitude, but a chance to relax!"

An arm wrapped around his neck, Chloe suddenly exerted force, pressing Roger down onto the table.

Crackling, screeching sounds.

The night deepened outside.

Inside, the tables and chairs were in disarray.