Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1012 - 733: Olivia, Just You Wait

"These guys aren’t really planning to do something to my body, are they?"

Roger couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine. He wasn’t worried about the violent measures applied to his body, after all, it was a genuine Fifth Tier body, his feet planted firmly on the ground; even suppressed by the world’s rules, it formed a separate domain.

But if it truly was as that woman said... Roger shivered involuntarily. He could hardly imagine, night after night, one woman after another following each other.

All just to deceive the Life Essence out of his body.

"No, I have to speed up the process."

Who knows if the Transcendents of this world have some strange method that could make his body hit the bullseye every time.

If that were the case, imagining thousands of eyes staring at him eagerly, all calling him daddy, Roger couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingling.

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From afar came the deafening morning bell.

At this moment, the surrounding darkness receded, light once again bathed the earth, and amidst the thin morning fog, silhouettes began to appear sporadically on the streets.

"It’s over!" someone cheered.

"This was all so terrifying, I want to go back, leave here..." Clearly, even those hiding in supposedly safe places must have experienced something bizarre during the earlier darkness.

Like a cold shower to the head, after the impulse, many people calmed down.

Yet at this moment, a few faces in the crowd underwent a change, followed by their eyes turning silver-white, their bodies bursting out with formidable power.

"Initial Awakening! Someone has completed the Initial Awakening to become a Transcendent!" The street quickly boiled over, people jostled and shoved, forming a circle.

"So the rumors were true!"

Despondent emotions surged again, but Roger merely glanced briefly and withdrew his gaze. He could see that those so-called newly awakened individuals were originally Transcendents.

"Looks like the kingdom has its own plans." Not long ago, if it hadn’t been for his intervention, the man ensnared under the shroud of black mist would surely have ended up like Deross, a walking dead.

But even so, the upper echelons of the kingdom seemed to be deepening such impressions, as if encouraging more to come to this place, to join them.

"Sir..."

A familiar voice came from behind, Roger turned around, a face full of ruggedness appeared before him.

"My name is Bisde, thank you for saving my life."

Before he finished speaking, several soldiers clad in black armor suddenly emerged from the street corner not far away, ostentatiously making their way to the newly awakened Transcendent.

Issuing orders, bestowing rewards.

Roger simply watched silently, the man named Bisde feeling a bit anxious inside, several times wanting to step forward to reveal his identity, but seeing Roger’s reaction, he hesitated for a moment and quietly closed his mouth.

Soon the crowd dispersed, Roger looked towards the fortress edge not far away, having missed the chance to enter the core area, now naturally having no chance at all, he pondered for a moment and headed in the opposite direction.

"Sir, how should I repay you?"

Bisde followed Roger and spoke quietly after a long while.

"Why didn’t you step out just now?"

"I feel... I should listen to you."

Bisde hesitated a little, speaking truthfully.

Roger was somewhat surprised, his character and qualities were good, perhaps worth trying to cultivate, he casually tossed a money pouch.

"Help me find a quiet place to rest, and then check out the news in the city, leave the rest to me, I’ll come find you."

"Sir, what should I call you?"

Though lacking in power and being part of society’s bottom rung, to Roger, this man was the best choice.

"White Wolf."

"Rest assured, my lord." Bisde promised with great conviction.

After the two parted ways, Roger left the urban area, discerning his direction, he moved southward over hills, deep into the forest.

Up to a valley about fifty miles away from the border before stopping.

He waited quietly for a while, hearing the calls of black-tailed birds from the valley before looking up.

And at this moment, not far from Roger in the shadows, a burly figure had already appeared.

Ox.

Though delayed for a few days, Roger arrived at the border sooner than Ox. He flawlessly executed the mission at Green Castle Manor, later inciting chaos, successfully killing Havier, thus completing an extremely important part of a large plan.

As a result, Ox naturally advanced, then hid away, embarking to the border after completing the handover.

And now, what he needed to do was cross the blockade line, returning to federal lands.

"My lord."

Walking up to Roger, Ox knelt on one knee, deeply understanding the terrifying potency of those potions, coupled with the upheaval occurring within himself.

Ox’s loyalty to Roger became increasingly firm.

"Drink this."

Roger casually tossed a vial, Ox unscrewed it and gulped it down without hesitation, the cyan-green liquid slipping down his throat into his abdomen. Then rapidly absorbed, transmitting to every corner of his body.

He furrowed his brow, yet even despite the immense pain, his face showed no sign of doubt.

"Very good." Roger praised.

Ox’s body was much stronger than an ordinary person, yet even with post-development training, he couldn’t compare to a true Bloodline Holder.

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