Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1026 - 740: The Disordered Valanie

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Chapter 1026: Chapter 740: The Disordered Valanie

In the morning, sunlight shone through the window onto Valanie’s face. The sunlight at this time wasn’t hot; instead, it wrapped around her, making her feel pleasantly warm.

Valanie stretched comfortably, but the next moment she awoke with a start, "What happened?"

"Why am I here?"

The cold touch from her body’s surface made Valanie lower her head sharply, and then she saw the clothes scattered around her body.

They weren’t taken off normally, but instead, shredded under some powerful force. Accompanied by extreme panic, Valanie felt as if she had been emptied out, her body hollow and seemingly missing something incredibly important.

"It hurts!"

"How did I get here?" She looked up and took in her surroundings, finding some larger pieces of the scattered clothes to cover the critical parts of her body. Then Valanie struggled to get up.

"Roger’s laboratory..."

"Did he just leave me on the ground after it was over?"

A great humiliation surged in her heart.

Feeling as if she had fallen apart, combining her body’s condition with the clothes scattered around and the special environment, the sequence of events seemed self-explanatory.

Click.

Just then, the tightly closed door opened, and a familiar figure walked into the laboratory.

"You’re awake, but you look awful. Get some rest; your body is heavily exhausted."

Roger held a tray in his left hand, with a steaming cup of milk, a few slices of white bread, some bacon, and a bit of cheese—a simple breakfast.

He raised his other hand and tossed some folded clothes to Valanie.

Her heart was mixed with emotions, and seeing Roger’s actions, Valanie instinctively reached out to catch them.

Uh...

Seeing the dazzling white scene in front of him in the sunlight, Roger grimaced awkwardly.

Frankly, this really wasn’t a tactic; he had just instinctively tossed the clothes to Valanie. And come on, it was Roger who was on the losing end of Valanie’s nocturnal assault.

"You..."

After reaching out, Valanie realized her current state. Amidst fatigue and anxiety, her mind was in chaos; at this moment, not to mention fighting, just keeping her sanity was difficult enough.

Plop.

Valanie was flustered; she truly didn’t know whether she should cover the key parts of her body or be forthright, not letting this violator see her grievance.

"Don’t look at me with those eyes."

Roger turned around and placed the tray on a table not far away.

"If I wanted, the whole night would be enough to study you thoroughly inside and out."

"Besides, you should know what you did."

"While potions can affect a person’s mind and body, they can’t alter memories, so please think carefully about what happened."

Roger tapped his forehead, "When you think back on everything, you’ll understand."

"I’m a good person."

"Do you need me to repeat your misdeeds?"

Valanie put on a passionate pose, but the next second a sharp pain came from deep within her brain, followed by countless memories flooding out.

She remembered.

The root cause of everything was that damned potion.

It was absolute madness; she recklessly inhaled an alchemy potion with unknown effects.

But how could it be... it was me who knocked on his door.

Without the interference of Soul Power... why am I taking off my clothes? No, this is an illusion; this isn’t me.

Valanie thought of her wanton behavior; she "saw" herself unleash her powers, tearing apart all her clothes, and not only that, wildly entangling with the man she utterly despised.

The posture and words made one blush and heart race.

Until a fist enlarged in front of her, drawing her consciousness into darkness.

"Seems your brain isn’t broken; you recall everything from last night."

Roger spoke leisurely.

Valanie blushed, her ears burning; she could only shake out the clothes in her hands, trying to wrap her body as best as she could.

"That wasn’t me, it was your evil alchemy potion; I was influenced by it!" Valanie loudly defended herself, but she only got a nonchalant response from Roger.

"I believe you."

"If you want to know the true effects of the potion, you could just ask me directly; there’s no need to resort to such extreme measures."

"Who says I..."

Suddenly realizing something, Valanie hesitated, "Could you please step out for a moment, I need..."

"Of course."

Roger turned and walked toward the door.

"Wait a second."

"What exactly is the alchemy potion marked as number 14, and what is its real effect?"

Of course, a complete research maniac, the thought crossed her mind, but Roger didn’t directly answer Valanie’s question.

"Regarding the effects of that alchemy potion, I think no one is more qualified to speak than you, but you should be thankful you didn’t actually drink that potion."

"How do you know I didn’t drink it?" Valanie regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth.

As the provider of the alchemical recipes, Roger should be well aware of the real effects of the potion.

"Isn’t it obvious? If you had drunk that stuff, you’d be tied to the bed by now, and besides, we should be doing everything possible to destroy any stick-like objects you might see or touch."

Roger said half-jokingly.

"Get out!"

"Leave here immediately!"

Valanie growled softly.

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