Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 110 - Negotiations
Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Negotiations
The Prophet did not lift his head.
“Deal with such trivial matters on your own, there’s no need to inform me.”
“I recognize the guy driving the vehicle.”
“He’s from the Hunters Guild.”
The one-armed woman answered.
The Prophet stopped praying, “The Hunters Guild?”
“What are they doing here?”
She stood up.
“Take me to see them!”
Meanwhile, Henrik was slowly parking the car near the gathering place.
“They already know we’ve arrived.”
“This is an old gathering place; the people living here all hailed from a tribe in Africa, where the individuals have been worshipping voodoo statues for generations.”
Roger was slightly startled; clearly, the Hunters Guild had always been aware of this place.
“During such a sensitive period, being upfront can sometimes save us some trouble since, nominally, the Guild has no jurisdiction here.”
He glanced at Roger.
“You stay in the car for now, you disrupted their ceremony that night, approaching them now might just escalate the conflict.”
“Besides, having you here also serves as a backup.”
Roger thought for a moment and felt there was some truth in Henrik’s words. That night, not only had he killed the swamp monster, but he had also taken the core part of the creature.
Seeing the woman’s reaction at the time, encountering him again would likely result in a direct confrontation.
“That’s also a good idea. If a conflict occurs, when I hear your gunshots, I’ll drive in immediately.”
Roger nodded his head.
Henrik and Peter got out of the car.
Roger noticed they both took out an emblem and pinned it to their chests, the same emblem Henrik had shown him when they first met.
Displaying their identity before making a move is provoking the entire Hunters Guild.
Some details revealed many issues.
The Hunters Guild might not be as strong as it appeared, and in some places, they were even helpless.
Roger couldn’t help but remember some information Henrik had inadvertently revealed.
It seemed that after receiving certain information, the residences on the street began to close their doors and pull down their curtains. The streets that were bustling just moments ago quickly grew silent.
Henrik walked ahead, appearing nonchalant, but his eyes swiftly swept over the streets and houses around them.
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“Don’t be nervous, we won’t end up fighting.”
But Peter, walking behind him, frowned.
“Mr. Henrik, I must remind you, I feel a great deal of resentment here.”
“Astonishing amounts!”
“Things are probably not as optimistic as they seem.”
“We should be prepared for a fight at any time.”
Henrik turned his head and looked at Peter, surprised by the calmness on the young man’s face, “No wonder everyone speaks so highly of you, saying you’re the most promising Exorcist in Bordeaux City who might ascend to the Transcendent.”
“If a fight does break out, try to hide, and leave the rest to me.”
Peter, however, lifted his head with a trace of rare pride, “Mr. Henrik, I’m not as weak as you think.”
“An Exorcist’s combat ability should not be underestimated either!”
The black stone doors were ajar, and the Prophet’s eyes, as impassive as a statue’s, watched Henrik and his companion approach leisurely.
“This is the territory of the Nizama Tribe; members of the Hunters Guild are not welcome here!”
“What are you here for?”
The Prophet’s attitude was cold.
Henrik surveyed his surroundings carefully, his gaze sweeping over each person in the space, “Tsk tsk, quite disappointing quality here. The Voodoo Queen of Bordeaux City is a famous beauty; how come you folks here…?”
His gaze seemed casual, but he had thoroughly assessed the room’s layout and the positions of the people present.
“Are you seeking death?”
The one-armed woman standing beside the Prophet suddenly stepped forward, her move causing the atmosphere in the room to become instantly tense.
“Don’t be nervous… I was just making a little joke.”
Henrik put on a flippant, smiling face, swaying his body to shield Peter slightly behind him.
“State your purpose, and then leave!”
The Prophet’s voice was indifferent.
Henrik’s smile faded.
“Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique!”
A sudden change came over the Prophet’s face, the thought of the Puppet Core stolen from her that night filled her with unbearable pain.
They had spent countless people’s efforts and over a decade cultivating a Swamp Demon Vine to the point where it could be used.
But…
Struggling to suppress the surging anger in her heart, the Prophet squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“But I know what you are doing.”
Henrik’s expression became serious.
“Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique, such Voodoo Skill requires a special tree and soul.”
“Swamp Demon Vine, Murderous Strain, or Thorn Tree… These things can’t grow in normal conditions, and even if you can create a suitable environment for their growth, you still need to water them regularly with fresh blood!”
Henrik stared at the Prophet.
“Am I wrong?”
The Prophet didn’t respond, but her expression wasn’t as assertive as before.
“And the so-called soul, except in extremely special circumstances, needs to be cultivated from a young age, the only value of this person’s life is to be slaughtered by you when they are mature enough.”
“Travis!”
Henrik pronounced this name.
At this, the Prophet could no longer control her facial expression, “Is it you?!”
“You were in the forest that night!”
“No, that’s not right.”
“Your breath is different.”
“Who is it then?!”
“Who stole…”
“Still trying to argue?” Henrik interrupted her.
“If I’m not mistaken, Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique, this is just the first stage of the ritual, next you have two choices.”
“The first is to let the newly born Tree Spirit continue to grow stronger, becoming a terrifying Puppet monster through killing and soul absorption.”
“And the second, when the time is ripe, is to remove the Tree Spirit’s core and then implant it into…”
“Stop talking!”
The Prophet suddenly interrupted Henrik.
She bit her lip.
“You win, say it, what do you want?”
She seemed very afraid of what Henrik was about to say next.
“Destroy the Tree Spirit’s Puppet Core, disrupt the Array, and put an end to your ritual, this matter ends here.”
Upon hearing his words, the Prophet became furious!
“Shameless!”
“You Hunters Guild, this is nothing but thievery!”
Her pale face turned red with rage, her twig-like fingers clenched tight, the veins on the back of her hands bulging.
From the look on her face, she seemed ready to pounce on Henrik and bite him to death right there.
Henrik was slightly taken aback, his demands weren’t excessive, and were routine for dealing with similar incidents, but the woman before him…
Her reaction was a bit too extreme, wasn’t it?
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Are you asking me to give back what was taken?”
“I see the Hunters Guild has no sincerity at all.”
The aura around the Prophet became dangerous.
“Are you trying to drive us to our deaths?”
Henrik was confused.
Could someone tell me what is going on?
