Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1002 - 728: Target, Border_2

Bang!

Fragments scattered as liquid stained half the wall, filling the air with the mixed scent of bitter almonds and safflower.

Chloe was heartbroken.

"I already told you not to associate with those people; they have ulterior motives. Do you remember the terrible consequences after you took those things last time?"

"You almost died because of it!!"

Chloe held Roger’s thin shoulders tightly.

"I suspect the mastermind behind those people is Havier. Their goal in approaching and deceiving you is ultimately for..."

At that moment, Chloe suddenly realized something and abruptly closed her mouth.

The imagined fierce confrontation did not occur. After hearing her words, the brother in front of her simply lowered his head submissively.

"I understand, sister."

Roger had figured out the underlying causes, confirming his suspicions that everything was driven by Havier’s selfish desires.

Such a person truly deserved death.

"It’s all over now."

Roger turned and walked toward his room, stopping suddenly at the door, "The ingredients in the potion came from my own research, combined with some things left in the family notes."

"I guess it’s where my talent lies."

After finishing, Roger pushed the door open and entered.

Click.

The silent corridor left only Chloe alone.

Boundless loneliness and exhaustion surged within her. She was merely a young woman in her twenties, who should have been surrounded by her family’s care.

But she quickly steadied herself, raising her head resiliently.

The emotional ups and downs triggered Chloe’s injury; Havier’s changes further confused her.

A sudden thought emerged, and she knew she had to leave here now.

"To the border, I’ve already applied for a mission. Although the Havier family’s power is strong, the border is the center of the event vortex. Forces are intertwined there, and they can’t cover the sky with one hand."

As her emotions stabilized, Chloe’s thoughts quickly became clear.

"It’s all Havier’s framing. Roger’s lack of strength makes him worthless. Staying here would only let them manipulate freely."

"Leave here, escape beyond their influence. Once there, defamation will be much more challenging than it is here."

Chloe squinted, "I just noticed, almost all the soldiers belong to the earl’s private army; it seems indeed his personal action."

Only within the earl’s sphere of influence, even knowing the opponent is exploiting the situation for framing, Chloe has no opportunity to refute.

"Roger and I should be separated. After so many years, I’ve made many contributions. Such baseless accusations won’t fall on me. Yes, as long as Roger can’t be found, they can’t do anything to me!"

Chloe took a deep breath, regaining her fighting spirit, rushed back to her room, and when she emerged, she had already changed into neat and agile attire.

As she hurried through the corridor, the pervasive smell invaded her nostrils. This mixed scent wasn’t particularly unique, but after inhaling, Chloe felt invigorated.

"Eh?"

She stopped, gazing at the large stain on the wall, with yellow liquid splattered across it. From afar, it looked like wide-eyed owl eyes.

Closer, more scents wafted in.

Chloe then realized her senses hadn’t deceived her. After inhaling the liquid, her blood flow sped up, and she felt slightly relaxed; her injury seemed to be improving.

"It’s actually effective?!"

She was shocked.

In this world, due to different evolutionary paths, it’s rare to see transcendent potions targeting just the body.

This bottle of liquid looked ordinary, but Chloe had never heard of anything similar elsewhere.

"He’s indeed grown up."

With a comforting smile, Chloe hurriedly descended the stairs, planning to prepare overnight to depart before dawn to avoid unforeseen complications.

Destination, the border.

Though Chloe’s psychological changes were unclear, in the darkness, the entire estate’s movements could not escape Roger’s notice.

"This could be an opportunity."

Roger thought silently to himself, knowing the massive estate wouldn’t be easy to settle within three days and nights.

Moreover, the Andrew Family’s assets were primarily the estate and surrounding land, so leaving in haste requires bringing only the valuables, with the team as streamlined as possible to speed up.

Glancing at the sky, Roger estimated that they should be able to depart before dawn.

A face emerged in his mind, with business to attend before leaving.

Opening the window, he silently left the estate, the darkness concealing his trail as he reached a lake two kilometers away from the estate shortly after.

The surroundings were peaceful, with fewer traces of animal activity on the fall night. Moonlight cast the lake surface in a serene whiteness.

From Roger’s vantage, he could see half of the estate’s roof.

"It’s a shame, being here for some time yet never having the chance to enjoy the lakeside scenery."

Standing quietly by the lake for a while, Roger slowly retreated into the woods, and soon, a rustling of leaves heralded a figure emerging from the darkness.

It was Ox.

Roger relied on contact through the seeds to find him.

"I need you to help me kill someone."

"Please instruct."

"Havier."

Ox raised his head in surprise, "His strength surpasses mine. Alone, I might not be his opponent, though I could severely wound him if I risk everything."

"The real issue is his identity; he’s the earl’s youngest son, hard to approach. But since it’s your command, I’ll do my best."

Ox’s voice was heavy, yet without any hint of withdrawal.

"Don’t be so troubled; I’m not asking you to sacrifice yourself."

Roger turned around.

"He is destined to die; you’re merely going through the motions, but you can take credit for the kill. With this head, you might advance further in the Inspection Bureau."

"Then you can request to return to the federation. After all, the earl’s son will die, and he’ll surely go mad. I think the border between the federation and the kingdom would be a good place."

Ox seemed to understand something.

With only a few days of training, he felt massive changes in his body, instilling him with boundless confidence in the mysterious man before him.

Roger casually tossed a belt over.

The belt was covered in dense little holes, each filled with thumb-thick vials, "With these potions, your strength will increase faster."

Saying this, Roger stepped forward, the Axis Sword Seal mark appeared lightly touching his forehead.

Deep within his soul, the seed expanded and contracted; Ox felt as though something new appeared in his mind.

"Once your body reaches transcendent strength, you can try learning some new things."

"The potion usage methods are in your mind; don’t worry about others obtaining them, as they’re only effective for you."

"Additionally, there’s this."

Roger found two more vials, "If it comes to a desperate situation, drink them; maybe they’ll save your life."

"Prepare well. I’ll notify you when it’s time to act."

Ox solemnly collected all the vials and silently left.

Glancing at the bright moon, Roger returned to the estate. Two carriages were lined side by side at the entrance. Roger had barely entered before Chloe hurriedly knocked on his door.

"Pack up; we’re leaving tonight."

Roger didn’t ask much, and before dawn, dressed, he joined Chloe on the carriage.

Roger was slightly surprised to find, alongside the female guard leader and the female housekeeper, Emily was also present.

"It’s a long journey, and you’ll need a personal maid by your side."

"Additionally, she can help with certain needs during lonely moments."

Seeing the tears in Emily’s eyes, Roger was momentarily speechless.

Well, his considerate sister indeed thought of everything.

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