Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 168 - Clues

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Clues

Chapter 168 -168 Clues

In the room.

Henrik leant against the headboard in exhaustion, sweating profusely, and then lit a cigarette.

Before he could take a couple of puffs, a hand reached over and snatched the cigarette from him.

“That was quick, wasn’t it?”

Henrik’s cheeks twitched, but he kept silent.

“Right, Roger has been wanting to ask you about the Advent of the Saint Heir.”

He abruptly changed the subject. Ingmar didn’t mind and, leaning against the headboard just like him, finished a cigarette in just a few drags.

“He’s already asked me. I guess he must have made contact with someone and probably has some doubts about their identity, so he wants to investigate.”

“I’ve told him everything I should, and I also gave him the formula for the detection Potions.”

Ingmar didn’t linger on that topic any longer, letting Henrik breathe a sigh of relief, “Nothing wrong, right?”

“What could be wrong?”

Ingmar countered.

“But I forgot to tell Roger, the Potion I provided can only detect beings that come from other spaces to this world.”

“There’s no way to detect those whose consciousness arrives here. Remember to tell him that when you see him next time.”

“Consciousness arrival… That’s extremely rare. Generally speaking, anyone capable of that would be considered exceptionally knowledgeable and powerful. The chance of us encountering them is very low.”

Henrik lit another cigarette.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable all over if he didn’t smoke after a battle.

“I know. I’ll remember to mention it to him next time. That kid seems young, but he’s careful in his actions. He should know how to handle it.”

Blowing out a beautiful ring of smoke, Henrik felt the battle had come to a close. While he was lost in thought, Ingmar beside him asked,

“What about you?”

“Found any clues about that guy?”

Henrik was startled, his smoking hand frozen mid-air.

“Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Ingmar sighed, having read the answer in Henrik’s expression.

“I found a little clue not long ago. I just glanced at it from a distance, and I knew it wasn’t him.”

“Give it up, Henrik. Even you back then would have…”

“I won’t give up.”

Henrik shook his head, “Don’t try to persuade me, Ingmar.”

“Alright!”

Ingmar nodded decisively.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Ingmar suddenly said seriously, but obviously, Henrik, engrossed in his thoughts, didn’t see the teasing flicker in Ingmar’s eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“Can we go another round?”

Henrik: …

…

At the Wandering Hunter Bar.

Roger walked into the bar and, to his surprise, found someone raising a glass to him, “I’ve heard about your deed, well done!”

“A new hunter team saving an old Demon Hunter on their first mission – I must say, despite your youth, you’ve impressed us!”

With Henrik not around, the atmosphere in the bar was particularly harmonious, and everyone’s attitude towards him seemed much friendlier.

“Consider joining us!”

Someone even extended an olive branch to Roger.

“Henrik is not to be trusted.”

Someone patted Roger on the shoulder, “You’ll understand this once you get yourself a beautiful companion.”

Roger let out a chuckle, exchanged a few simple words with everyone, and then walked over to the bar.

“What would you like to drink today? It’s on me.”

Vincent shook a cocktail shaker, “Would you like me to make you a special drink?”

“Forget it, just give me a glass of water.”

Roger comfortably took a seat at the bar.

There weren’t many people around, so he glanced over the mission board next to him which listed several postings, including investigative tasks, requests for materials, and solitary Demon Hunters seeking new teams.

Roger had never known this hidden world could be so vivid and rich.

After pondering for a moment, he wrote down his own requirements on it.

“Transcendent Materials?”

Vincent looked at Roger with new respect, sizing him up carefully, “Your muscles are solid, almost reaching the human limit?”

Roger didn’t conceal anything, “Just a bit more and I should be able to break through!”

Vincent gave a thumbs up, “When I was your age, I was still honing my physique.”

“This is all built on the foundation of my family’s heritage and the experience of my father and brothers.”

Just then, Roger took out a book from his backpack and placed it on the bar.

“I’ve recently become fascinated with a period of history and stumbled upon this book in the library. I was surprised to see your name in the author’s signature.”

Vincent’s hand, wiping a glass, paused briefly. He glanced at the book on the table, “Bordeaux City: A Study of Modern Aristocracy.”

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“You’re interested in history?”

Vincent nodded with a smile.

“Demon Hunters indeed need hobbies to alleviate the negative emotions brought by killing. I was once obsessed with history; this book was written many years ago with the help of my teacher.”

“I never thought it would be unearthed by you.”

A smile appeared on Roger’s face, “I originally thought the name was a coincidence, but yours is quite unique, with the first name, middle name, and surname all matching exactly.”

“What’s more important is.”

Roger flipped to the author’s biography at the back of the book, which featured a photo of a young face.

“Haha, any questions?”

The book seemed to hold special significance for Vincent, and his mood brightened considerably.

Roger nodded and turned to a page in the book.

“It mentions that, in the earlier years of New Moon City, there was a Stuart Family, an aristocratic family marked by the Daffodil.”

“To tell you the truth, I am very interested in some of the traits that this family has shown, but the book doesn’t go into detail, so I wanted to come and ask you if you have any additional material I could look at.”

“The Stuart Family?”

Vincent furrowed his brows in thought, “I remember them vaguely, an odd family. Now that I think about it, they might well have been part of the Transcendent World too.”

“But they were around for too short a time and quite reclusive, so I don’t know much about them.”

When Roger seemed somewhat disappointed, Vincent hesitated and then said, “If you really are interested in this piece of history, I can ask my former teacher for you.”

“He’s an expert in the field.”

“He knows far more about that period than I do.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Vincent!”

Roger hastened to express his gratitude.

“Don’t mention it, it’s just a small favor. But be forewarned, the teacher has a bit of a peculiar temperament, so please be patient.”

Roger nodded eagerly.

It was not unusual for those dedicated to scholarly pursuits to have their quirks.

Vincent then made a phone call and, after hanging up, nodded at Roger.

“The teacher has agreed to see you, so if you have time tomorrow morning, you can find him at the history department of the University of Bordeaux.”

“How should I address this gentleman?”

“Professor Urmsey.”

Vincent replied.