Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 150 - 150 Safe Point (3)

Chapter 150 -150 Safe Point (3) Chapter 150 -150 Safe Point (3) Roger briefly recounted the events to Ingmar, especially mentioning Veronica he had met in the Dream of Bordeaux.

“It must have been a shape-shifting monster, whose combat power is only slightly stronger than an average person, but its ability to bewitch is enough to deceive even the most astute Hunter,” he explained.

“Shape-shifting Monster?”

Roger uttered a name.

“Quite fitting indeed. These monsters are rare, but there are not a few with similar abilities. The one you encountered seems to belong to the more peaceful kind.”

“It wasn’t particularly aggressive, it seemed to be simply enjoying life.”

Roger nodded.

That reminded him of when he met Veronica in the Dream of Bordeaux; how her interests had abruptly changed, and the strength she displayed when he stunned her.

It looked like Henrik hadn’t been lying about this matter after all.

Thinking of this, Roger suddenly realized a question.

“Do these monsters have a specific gender?” he asked.

“Of course, they do,” Ingmar responded.

“However, because they can change their body structure and take on anyone’s appearance, gender is rather vague to them.”

“Their orientations are mostly fluid.”

Upon hearing this, Roger couldn’t help but shiver.

He thought about the middle-aged man he had left on the bed before leaving.

Hopefully, the man would face a woman when he woke up. If he woke up to find the creature had transformed into a man…

Then he really would have wrought a sin.

After eating something, Ingmar’s strength had greatly recovered, and on the other side, the real Veronica also greedily finished all the food in her hands.

Even the crumbs that fell on the table were not spared.

Thinking about the monster’s mangled corpse, Roger was extremely relieved that had he arrived a day or two later, he might have been forced into a life of blood-drinking savagery.

Ingmar returned to the room to clean her wounds, and Roger injected her with a bit more medicine.

“Rest for a while,” she said. “There are terrible monsters in the mist; my wounds were acquired during that time. If not for the shelter provided by these houses, I would have died long ago.”

“The houses here are quite secure; they haven’t attacked since we entered.”

“And when the mist arises, it is akin to nightfall for a day.”

“Here, our earthly watches are unable to keep time accurately, but I have estimated a cycle of about 12 hours, with normal times and mist times each taking half.”

“Now that the mist is full of monsters, we can’t go out.”

Ingmar sighed.

“Get some rest now, and once the mist clears, we’ll leave here and go find Hathaway and the others.”

If it weren’t for meeting Roger, Ingmar would have despaired, only the instinct to survive keeping her going.

But now, her daughter’s safety weighed heavily on her heart, and even in death, she would send her daughter out to safety!

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This woman might look frail, but she was in fact stronger than many men, and Hathaway, who seemed delicate, had her mother’s resilience and decisiveness in her character!

Roger wasn’t particularly tired, but with nothing else to do, he found a room to lay down and rest with his eyes closed.

As he relaxed, he drifted into a state between sleep and wakefulness. After some time, a slight noise from outside the door startled him; it was a small trap he had set at the entrance.

Swish!

His eyes snapped open, and in the next second, like a jumping cat, he sprang up from the bed. The Steel Sword was drawn from its sheath, tracing an arc mid-air before resting on the throat of the woman across from him.

“Whoosh!”

Roger retracted his weapon.

From his angle, he could see Veronica with her robe undone.

Roger was very clear about this woman’s intentions for coming here.

This was a smart woman who knew how to utilize her own advantages, in the current situation, she had food and water on her person, and at the same time, could offer protection through martial strength.

From every aspect, she was the most reliable.

“Go and get some good rest, don’t think about other things,”

“If it is within my power, I will help you, but if even I can’t escape…”

Roger sighed.

Truth be told, it was his first time encountering such a strange situation, and he wasn’t very confident about escaping.

It was better to wait until they found Henrik and see what he could do; he had spent a long time at the Hunters Guild and had access to a wealth of information. Perhaps he knew things that ordinary hunters didn’t.

“I… I just…”

Veronica stood frozen where she was, her face blushing red, uncertain whether to undress and go inside or turn and leave.

Roger walked to the doorway, giving Veronica a consoling look.

“Get some rest and gather your strength so you can outrun the monsters.”

Thinking of those terrifying things, Veronica couldn’t help shivering and silently closed the door, turning to leave.

No further incidents occurred afterward until the mist outside the windows gradually dissipated, and Roger finally pushed open the door and stepped into the living room.

Ingmar had fashioned a simple garment out of a curtain, and when Roger came out, she was counting bullets, one by one.

“The mist has cleared, we should set off.”

Ingmar was a woman of decisive action and few words, it was hard to imagine how a woman like her ended up mixed with someone like Henrik.

Pushing open the house door, the mist outside had vanished, and the streets were once again quiet.

“In these last few days, I’ve managed to discern a pattern to this bizarre place.”

Ingmar lit a cigarette.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the streets here are straight, and based on my estimation, this place seems to be divided into several areas, each of which can be combined with adjacent areas to form different terrains.”

“But likewise, there will be areas that remain fixed and do not move randomly.”

Ingmar pointed down at their feet.

“For example, this spot here,”

“Wait a second.”

Roger interrupted Ingmar.

“Are you saying both of you awoke in this very house?”

Ingmar nodded.

“Yes, typically the Cursed Land only has one entrance, but this seems to be an exception.”

“Veronica’s house is connected to this Cursed Land, and, depending on where one is within the house, one might be taken to different areas.”

“Right now, I can only hope that Henrik and Hathaway are together.”

A hint of worry crossed Ingmar’s face.

After all, Hathaway was just a Spirit Medium with limited fighting capabilities.

“After observing for several days, it seems that the terrain here mostly moves in a regular square pattern. Combined with the houses here that look almost identical, it is very hard for us to notice from within.”

“Your arrival has provided another safe location. If this place is made up of countless regular squares, then the entire area must also be a large square, or nearly square.”

Ingmar sighed, “Of course, this is just my theory, but if we continue thinking along these lines…”

“Then there might be other safe spots here.”

“What we need to do next is to find the other two safe locations!”

“But if I am wrong, we might never be able to come back.”

“Until we are finally consumed by the mist.”

At that moment, Roger suddenly closed his eyes as if sensing something. After a few seconds, he abruptly opened them.

“Ms. Ingmar, you are a genius, I think your deductions are probably correct!”