Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1049 - 751: Measures Are Important_2

At this moment, the speeding carriage slowed down, and a delicate face peeked out from the window.

She glanced around a few times, and finally rested her gaze on Roger, as if confirming something, "Is this your first time at White Winter Castle?"

Roger nodded.

"Get in the carriage, I’ll give you a ride. Many rules are set for outsiders, you’ll understand after visiting a few times."

"Hurry up and get in the carriage, this gathering is livelier than usual; rumor has it that a mysterious powerful figure will be in attendance."

Roger turned back to dismiss Tommy, then quickly approached the carriage.

After getting in, he realized that aside from the woman who greeted him, there were two other people in the carriage.

A robust man and a woman with a gloomy expression.

"I’m Mina, from the land where birds dance."

The woman who introduced herself as Mina had rare gray hair, big eyes, and a slightly long neck, but overall still considered beautiful.

Her voice was very melodious, with a slightly prolonged ending tone. Although it was their first meeting, she was very enthusiastic.

"The big guy over there is Yield, and the other one is Potterla."

Listening to Mina, the two people simply looked up at Roger briefly and then nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Don’t think they’re indifferent, they’ve used their bloodline power, suffering from the world’s oppression, and are now struggling to endure."

"They came to White Winter City this time to find a solution, and if it doesn’t work, they’ll have to abandon their bodies."

"Abandon their bodies and exist directly in the form of a spiritual body?"

Roger asked in confusion.

"How is that possible?"

"The Soul Realm is too dangerous for us, it’s best to stay here unless absolutely necessary, but the resistance from the world will grow stronger."

"Sometimes the stronger the power, the faster the backlash, until eventually..."

"Enough!" Potterla interrupted Mina.

This woman appeared quite frail, and her tone was naturally a bit harsh due to her emotions.

"We will find a solution."

She said while squeezing the hand of the man beside her.

"What about you? You sound like you’ve just arrived in this world," Mina smoothly changed the topic.

Roger nodded, "The time has been short, about a month or so."

"Really lucky," Mina praised, "I found such a gathering place as White Winter City after cautiously hiding for three years."

"You are much luckier than I."

"Never mind, speaking of luck, those who come here are not favored by fate. In this damned place, Bloodline Holders are considered heretics, and with the suppression of world rules, even survival becomes quite difficult."

"But luckily, as long as you endure the initial tough period and slowly integrate, there are ways to hide the increase in soul strength."

"But the premise is, do not use the power of the bloodline."

As she said this, she couldn’t help but glance at the two facing her.

"It’s my fault." Potterla suddenly spoke up.

"No, it’s my fault."

The burly man also looked guilty.

"Stop, we are here to find a solution."

Mina waved her hand.

"I’ve heard someone nearby saw the powerful Silver Dragon Kenneth in the past. If the news is true, he might appear at the gathering."

"As long as we get his help, we should be able to remove the hazards on you."

"This is the only way,"

The two said in unison, then tightened their grip on each other’s hands, eyes filled with determination.

"It seems that Kenneth is quite prestigious," Roger thought silently. However, it wasn’t convenient to ask more at this time. He had a brief exchange with Mina and introduced himself.

Soon, the carriage gradually slowed down.

Roger quietly opened the window, and not far away, a white building came into view.

The entire castle’s outer walls were inlaid with sparkling white silver stones, as if a layer of light was coating the castle under the morning sun.

The distant mountains, the forest in autumn scenery, and the white glowing castle, all give a fairytale-like illusion.

Wait... fairytale?

Roger couldn’t help but frown, due to certain experiences, seeing the word fairy tale made him associate poorly.

"Hopefully, everything will go smoothly."

After the routine check, the castle gates opened, with dedicated personnel handling the carriage. After disembarking, Roger and the others went directly to the main hall of the castle.

The time had already turned to autumn, everything was withering, but on both sides of the main hall, white flowers were spread out.

Some people had already gathered in the hall, engaging in conversations in twos and threes, mostly revolving around their own circles.

They even stopped from time to time to observe.

This seems to be an instinct left behind by long-term lifestyle.

In the very center of the hall stood a beautiful woman in an off-shoulder long dress.

"Welcome to all of you!"

"A new face!"

The woman’s exclamation attracted everyone’s attention, and she took the lead, "Everyone, please pause your actions and let us welcome a new member’s arrival."

Sparse applause arose as the crowd cast various looks at Roger.

"I am Tiffany, the master of White Winter City."

"Who is your recommender?"

Recommender... Roger hesitated for a moment but still answered truthfully, "Kenneth."

"Kenneth? Could it be..."

"Silver Dragon Kenneth."

Instantly, all conversations in the hall ceased, and everyone gazed curiously at Roger.

"Do you know Lord Kenneth?"

"No, I’ve just happened to meet him."

Hearing Roger’s explanation, the surrounding people nodded but clearly did not believe.

"Mr. Roger, please help me!"

Yield was visibly excited.

"I don’t mind if I die, but Potterla must survive, I’ll do anything as long as I can save her!"

He took a few steps forward, his massive body almost kneeling before Roger.

"I really don’t know him well, only met once, can’t really help much."

"But if you’re willing, you can tell me, maybe I can think of a way to help you."

"It’s useless... You have just arrived in this world; you don’t understand the terrifying nature of world rules."

Yield seemed very disappointed, shaking his head in despair.

But just then, a familiar voice echoed from outside the hall.

"I heard someone mentioning my name."

Everyone turned around.

The morning sunlight spilled over, illuminating the hall’s porch in golden brilliance.

Basking in the sunlight, a figure slowly entered.

He had a handsome face and a graceful stride.

The silver brocade robe seemed tailor-made for him, drawing everyone’s attention the moment he appeared.

"Lord Kenneth!"

Everyone said in unison.

Admiration and appropriate adoration twinkled in their eyes.

But among them all, only Yield was the most direct. He practically sprinted to Kenneth’s front, falling to the ground with a loud clank.

Due to the force, the stone tiles cracked with a seam.

"Lord Kenneth, save me! No, it’s wrong, not me!"

"Please save my wife Potterla, and the child in her womb!"

Kenneth was slightly moved, the smile on his face suddenly fading.

"It’s an accident, I didn’t expect... the fusion of our bloodlines could lead to offspring. Therefore, we haven’t considered this possibility at all..."

Yield, flushed red, stammered.

"We hid very well, but unexpectedly, soon after Potterla became pregnant, the child’s Bloodline Power slowly awakened."

Terror flashed in his eyes.

"Bloodline Power here is a taboo, so we had no choice but to try to suppress the child’s awakening bloodline..."

"But for this reason, Potterla and I had to use all our energy. Although it luckily succeeded in the end, both of us suffered from the world’s rule backlash."

Yield abruptly straightened up.

"I don’t mind if I die, but Potterla... She must live!"

"Please help me. I am willing to endure any price!"

After hearing his words, Kenneth merely frowned, after a long pause, he sighed lightly, "It’s useless; as the child continues to grow, the Bloodline Power will inevitably erupt one day."

"By then, you will only face a greater tragedy."

"You only have one choice."

Upon hearing this, Yield looked ashen.

On the other side, knowing the whole story, Mina comforted the nearby Potterla while cursing softly.

"Damn it, how could you be so careless!"

"It’s not his fault; it’s all because of me."

Potterla weakly explained.

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