Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 50 - 0: Joint Investigation

Chapter 50: Chapter 050: Joint Investigation

The night was deep.

Ivy’s figure crawled and lurked on the rooftop like a ghost.

Her pupils turned into the vertical slits of a wild beast, and her gaze pierced through a distance of nearly a hundred meters, landing on a window far away.

Once she made a move, it would inevitably attract the attention of some professionals, which would be detrimental to many of her subsequent actions. If she were to be put on the Demon Hunter’s wanted list, she might have to live a life of hiding and skulking for a long time to come.

It was for this reason that Ivy had chosen official means and had feigned Sherman’s help in looking for her.

But the waiting of nearly 10 days had already made her lose patience.

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Time was quickly nearing midnight, the streetlights grew dim, and there were no more pedestrians on the street. Ivy’s body swiftly swooped up, leaping between rooftops and lunging toward the distant house in the night…

“Huff!”

Roger, who was in the room, suddenly exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest, having just finished an exercise, sweating profusely.

But at that moment, his heart suddenly turned cold, and he quietly pulled out the dagger hidden under the bed slat, taking a quick step towards the window.

The night was as thick as water, the street devoid of any people. Roger shrank his body behind the curtains, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

There was nothing unusual.

He felt slightly relieved.

But just as he turned his head back, a cold, slimy sensation came from his neck, causing Roger to startle. A pale and dead-as-stone face was pressing right against his cheek.

“I…”

In his panic, he almost cried out. Without time for further thought, his body rapidly retreated backward, meanwhile drawing the dagger in his hand!

Thud thud thud!

A series of light sounds came.

Roger followed the noise, and saw the face of a middle-aged man pressed against the window.

“It’s you?”

The one who claimed to be from the animal protection organization, Henrik.

Thud thud thud!

Seeing Roger had no intention of opening the window, he continued knocking on the glass.

After having a look at the ghost face floating not far away, and hesitating for a moment, Roger still went ahead and opened the window.

“Kid, what kind of look is that?”

Henrik ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.

Climbing in from outside the window, Henrik’s gaze lingered for a moment on the dagger in Roger’s hand.

“Good stance, but the knife could be better.”

“What are you doing here?”

Even though he had just let the other person in, he had not relaxed his vigilance.

“You can see it, can’t you?”

Henrik pointed at the ghost face floating in the air.

Roger remained silent.

It was already quite obvious, and there was no point in denying it.

“Indeed.”

“I had thought you were a spirit medium who had awakened by accident, but now it seems…”

“You seem to hail from a certain Demon Hunting family?”

“These days, there are fewer and fewer Demon Hunting families that have managed to survive through generations. As for those skilled with a dagger?”

He stroked the stubble on his chin.

“I don’t seem to have heard of them.”

“Tell me, which family do you come from?”

“Why should I tell you?”

The other party seemed to have misunderstood something, but Roger did not argue. Instead, he took advantage of the situation to continue the conversation.

“Suspicious kid.”

Henrik chuckled lightly and pulled out a palm-sized badge from his chest, casually tossing it over.

“Clap!”

Roger did not catch it. The badge fell straight to the carpet, making a light sound.

“Enough already, kid.”

“You’re being a little too overcautious, aren’t you?”

Henrik was somewhat angry and embarrassed, staring with exaggerated eyes, “Put away your little tricks. If I wanted to make a move, you’d be dead already.”

“That remains to be seen!”

With every training session, Roger felt his skills and physique improving rapidly. The room was cramped, and the straight-line distance between the two was no more than two meters.

At his current speed, it would only take an instant for the dagger in his hand to…

“Shall we try it?”

Henrik’s voice came from the opposite side.

But upon hearing his words, Roger remained motionless because, in Henrik’s hand, a silver-white pistol had appeared from nowhere.

The pistol was engraved with complex patterns, and Roger swore he had never taken his eyes off Henrik.

How did the gun appear?

It was as if it had been in his hand all along.

Henrik revealed a smug smile.

“Kid, you still have much to learn,” he said.

He shook his hand, and the silver pistol disappeared, but in the next second, it appeared abruptly in his left hand.

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Was this the power of a Demon Hunter?

Roger looked amazed, put away his dagger, and bent down to pick up the badge that had fallen to the ground.

“I’m from the Hunters Guild, a Demon Hunter from the southern part of Bordeaux City.”

“Take a good look at this badge, I believe you must have seen this item in the books inherited from your family; as for how to determine if it’s genuine or not, I presume there’s no need for me to tell you, right?”

Holding the badge in his hand, Roger pretended to examine it thoroughly, though he had no idea how to identify its authenticity, and he casually tossed it back.

“The gun is in your hand, so naturally, you set the terms,” said Roger.

“Ah… you kid…” Henrik said, his teeth itching with annoyance.

“I have no inheritance, just practiced blindly based on the books from my family’s collection,” Roger casually explained.

“Now tell me, what exactly do you want from me?” he asked.

Henrik put away the gun.

“It’s about the recent wolf attacks; you were at the scene when it happened, right?”

“Did you find anything?”

After a brief pause, Roger decided to come clean.

Meanwhile, not far away, atop a roof, Ivy was carefully concealing her figure.

“A Demon Hunter?”

“How is that kid involved with a Demon Hunter?”

“What exactly is going on?”

Ivy’s face was filled with skepticism. “Does Sherman even know about this?”

A thought suddenly crossed her mind.

“Or is it… he already has the Soul Transference Book, and he just doesn’t want me to know!”

Anger surged, and her sharp fingertips left deep marks on the rooftop.

“You better have not deceived me!”

Her gaze pierced through the window, etching the two figures inside the room firmly into her memory, as Ivy raced away into the night.

“That’s pretty much what happened,” Roger slightly embellished, recounting all of his investigations and deductions, of course omitting any mention of Ivy and the Soul Transference Book, as that part of the story was impossible to explain.

“Take me to the cave where they held the ritual.”

“According to your description, this seems like the work of the Three Holy Spirits.”

“The Three Holy Spirits?” Roger asked, feigning confusion.

“A bunch of clowns, you will learn about them later.”

“Although they’re not a significant threat, they’re annoying like some gynecological disease.”

That analogy…

Was certainly unique.

“Let’s go, we’re heading out now.”

“Now?” Roger’s eyes widened.

“At night, some energies become more active, and it’s the time that demons prefer to be active. If we go during the day, we might not discover anything,” explained Henrik as he opened the window and climbed out. After a moment’s thought and ensuring his dagger was secure, Roger quickly followed.

The two of them moved quickly and soon arrived at the cave from before.

There were hardly any clues inside the cave, but after looking around, Henrik still noticed something odd.

“A semi-closed environment…”

“Flames to guide, blood marks, wild beast, attacks…”

“I think I’ve seen something similar before, let me think.”

“I’ve got it!”

A flash of Spiritual Light, Henrik suddenly spoke up.