Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1061 - 757: Other People from the Wizard World_2

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Chapter 1061: Chapter 757: Other People from the Wizard World_2

"Don’t worry, even if the weapon falls into his hands, it won’t have any effect. Once we control him, you will regain the lost portion of your power."

Tristramy casually comforted with a few words, and the two continued discussing the details of the next step of the plan. Meanwhile, Yumit, wandering in the palace, still appeared quite detached.

But seemingly, no one knew that Yumit not only participated in the previous attack but also had direct contact with Roger.

Obviously, the one who appeared there wasn’t Yumit’s true form, yet even so, being able to do this was enough to astonish the other Immortals.

The three Immortals faced a common enemy, but it seemed each had different motives.

What they didn’t know was that, although separated in body and soul, the present Roger was much stronger than they imagined.

Their only chance was to gather other Immortals and use double-digit Soul Weapons, extending the battle duration through sheer numbers tactics.

This was what Tristramy hoped for, but it wasn’t Gusman’s goal. As for Yumit, no one knew what he was thinking.

...

The carriage wheels left two shallow tracks on the mountain road.

After sending Tiffany and Yield away, Kenneth finally no longer had to endure the constant awkwardness.

At the parting moment, he ignored Tiffany’s resentful gaze. Although their earlier experiences made them understand each other’s feelings and established some affection, now was not the time for romantic sentiments.

Initially, Roger intended to give it a try, hoping to come into contact with Transcendents from other worlds, never expecting to receive unexpected news from Kenneth.

According to him, such worlds were not few, and besides the Supreme Dragon Court representing bloodline power, there was another Transcendent Force based on soul power that was not inferior to the Supreme Dragon Court.

Although their overall influence couldn’t compare to the Supreme Dragon Court, these Transcendents with powerful soul power could cross the world’s barrier at a minimal cost through the interconnected Soul Realms.

Their power originated from the soul, capable of gathering immense strength in a short time, making them able to stand on equal footing with the Supreme Dragon Court.

There were also unique areas that suppressed bloodline power.

"It’s strange, concerning the establishment of this vast power, there seems to be no way to trace back to its past history. It seems to have appeared out of thin air and accumulated vast power in a short time."

"Almost no one has seen the true face of this vast organization’s founder. People simply habitually call him the Lord of the Mist."

"Although called the Lord of the Mist, the symbol of this vast power is the sun, which corresponds to it. Perhaps their original intention was to guard till the mist clears and embrace the light."

In the carriage, Kenneth casually drew a symbol of the Lord of the Mist while sharing some basic information he knew with Roger.

Kenneth did it out of boredom, and Roger didn’t pay much attention to the so-called mark, but a casual glance made his expression freeze instantly.

It was a simple sun symbol, somewhat abstracted. Overall, it wasn’t complex, nor did it contain any Mysticism power.

But this symbol was identical to one from an incredibly powerful empire Roger remembered.

Nivagard.

He couldn’t be mistaken about that incredibly mighty empire that swept across the Wizard World. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Is it a coincidence?"

Forcing down the surprise in his heart, Roger slowly lowered his head.

If this wasn’t a coincidence,

then this so-called Lord of the Mist...

Could he also be from that place?

Who is he? And what is his purpose?

At this moment, Roger’s mind was in turmoil, and Kenneth continued speaking at length, but he didn’t hear a word.

Meanwhile, in another carriage, Chloe, who had set out again, looked worried, frequently opening the window to gaze at the carriage leading ahead.

"Since when did Roger know someone of such noble status?"

"Judging by the attire and demeanor, that man who calls himself Kenneth must come from an ancient family, that’s simply not an act. Without a certain family heritage, no way could one cultivate such outstanding noble temperament."

"Such nobles are very rare across the continent."

"Isn’t that worth being happy about?"

Emily suddenly spoke.

Due to the change in her status, her previous awe of Chloe had lessened significantly, even though the class difference still existed, they could at least communicate normally now.

"You don’t understand." Chloe shook her head.

"Nobles value the inheritance of bloodlines and care about family honor. Our family has declined, having little presence even within the provinces of the kingdom, looking at the world, we’re even more insignificant."

"And Kenneth, his family must be immensely powerful. Even if he doesn’t have inheritance rights, his status and position are not something we can compare to."

"But judging from his previous attitude, he doesn’t seem like an ordinary friend to Roger, there always seemed something inexplicable, some..."

After thinking a bit, Chloe uttered a word, "Fawning."

"Think about it, a great noble from an ancient family, facing a declining, weak little noble, without a hint of arrogance, yet yielding in every aspect."

"What do you think his purpose is?"

"What does he want from Roger?"

As she spoke, a hint of horror flashed across Chloe’s face.

"Could his real purpose be..."

Emily also caught on to Chloe’s meaning and shivered involuntarily. She had heard similar rumors among many noble maids.

But hearing didn’t mean accepting.

Besides, the renewed and transformed Roger... he was so handsome, strong, and full of charisma.

But if...if he would... thinking of some terrifying scenes, Emily shook her head fearfully, and Chloe’s face also turned quite dark.

"No way, I have to remind Roger, for the family’s rise, he should never sacrifice his body and dignity!"

Unaware that he had been labeled by his newfound sister, Roger had calmed his initial surprise.

After pondering repeatedly, the only area where they could slip in this matter was through the Gwent Card.

The special mark belonging to different decks, including the sun mark belonging to Nivagard, besides the castle he called home.

Kaer Morhen.

If the Lord of the Mist really originated from the Wizard World, he would very likely have heard this name.

A powerful organization capable of contending with the Supreme Dragon Court, how powerful was their leader?

Sixth Tier, Seventh Tier?

So, was this guy friend or foe?

Was he the only one, or one among many?

Too many doubts crowded his mind, even though Roger struggled to remain calm, his interest in the ensuing conversation waned.

Due to Roger’s previously displayed power, Kenneth dared not ask overly probing questions, and the carriage soon fell silent.

Just as Roger thought they would continue heading north to the White Frost Forest, the carriage turned before the forest, passing through a narrow valley, then changed direction into a vast sea of trees.

Although not reaching the north, the nearby temperature dropped sharply, yet after entering deep into the forest, the temperature significantly rose.

The lush foliage along the road even made one suspect autumn had ended.

Eventually, the mountain path became impassable for the carriage, but Kenneth made a few short roars, and many fierce beasts appeared in the woods.

Throughout the journey, Chloe had several moments when she wanted to talk to Roger, but for various reasons, she couldn’t. Observing carefully, she saw her brother frowning slightly, and her heart tightened.

Soon, a voice interrupted Roger’s thoughts.

"We’ve arrived."

"This is the final hiding place."

As the sun’s last rays fell, half the mountain began changing shape under the evening light.

This was a castle integrated with the mountain.

No, perhaps not a castle at all.

But a Dragon Corpse.

Roger frowned, "You didn’t tell me your uncle was already dead."

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