Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 60 - 0: The Legacy of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 60: Chapter 060: The Legacy of the Demon Hunter

“That move just now was kind of cool.”

Henrik nodded in approval and then leisurely added another sentence.

“It’s got about half the flair I had back in the day.”

“The strength and timing were just right.”

Henrik analyzed earnestly.

“The blade just happened to slice the opponent’s cheek, and then went through the palm of the person behind him, it seems like you really have a talent for cold weapons.”

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“A moment earlier or later could have resulted in terrible consequences, tsk tsk,” Henrik looked Roger up and down.

“Promising.”

Roger smiled awkwardly.

“Actually, I wasn’t thinking that much just now…”

Henrik’s smile froze on his face.

“You dared to throw without certainty?”

“What if someone had died?!”

Henrik’s face turned fierce as he stretched out his hand, “Give me back the dagger!”

In fact, Roger’s action was not a reckless attempt to show off with no certainty. But when his elven dagger technique advanced to level 2, his body naturally formed a kind of intuition.

His strike would not miss.

With Roger’s deterrence, the others immediately lost their nerve, the questioning went smoothly, but after gathering all the information, Henrik frowned.

“There’s something strange…”

“That night, all of them claimed to have seen a ghost, yet only one of them died.”

“The one who died was called Del, and from the state of his death, it appears that the ghost has evolved to the level of an Evil Spirit, capable of greatly affecting the psyche of ordinary people.”

“Given its level, at least half of these young people would need to die to just barely appease its resentment.”

At that moment, the sky outside darkened, as if a storm was about to hit at any time.

“What should I do once we enter the manor?” Roger asked.

“Under normal circumstances, the ghosts we can encounter are mainly divided into three levels.”

“The most basic are ghosts; advanced are Evil Spirits, and Monster Spirits that possess some physical attack capability.”

“Ordinary ghosts have very little attack power and can only affect the perception of ordinary people through some psychic illusions—in short, their means of attack are essentially scare tactics.”

“They create fear in various ways to kill ordinary people.”

“Advanced Evil Spirits can control the perception of ordinary people and cause them to experience widespread hallucinations. Some of the higher ones can possess humans and even wander about during the day.”

“The rarest Monster Spirits, in addition to the above abilities, can transform between physical and ethereal states and can initiate attacks.”

“Ordinary people are practically powerless against such creatures; however many come, that’s how many will die. Moreover, it’s rumored that some powerful Monster Spirits can even leave their haunt and evolve to a higher plane.”

“The one we’re facing clearly has left its basic state and evolved into an Evil Spirit.”

Henrik rubbed his hands together.

“Though a bit troublesome, it’s not without risk.”

He pulled out the pocket watch and handed it to Roger.

“Keep it on you; it can nullify the Evil Spirit’s influence on you while protecting your psyche. The manor’s Evil Spirit won’t be able to cause you any harm.”

“What will you do?”

“I have a medal awarded to me by the Hunters Guild, and it has its effects.”

Henrik then pulled out his silver pistol, “I have means to deal with it, as long as you can help me find its movements and sprinkle the Revealing Dust, leave the rest to me.”

“Is that all?”

“I wish I could be of more help too.”

Henrik silently stopped the car and then turned to look at Roger, his expression indescribably solemn.

“Every year, countless Apprentice Hunters die because they are overeager and reckless, I don’t want you to be one of them.”

“On a mission like this, I can guarantee your safety, but I need you to understand that personal growth takes time. You must develop your skills and knowledge step by step and sum up experiences in each trial.”

“Don’t be like…”

Henrik stopped mid-sentence.

Perhaps realizing that he had been somewhat heavy-handed, Henrik pulled out a brown potion bottle.

“Apply it to your dagger; it can inflict some damage on Evil Spirits. Although limited, it will keep them away from you.”

Roger opened the bottle, and a foul stench hit him full in the face. Just then, a new notification popped up on the message board.

“Detection of unknown potion logged, entry sorting, consolidating under Evil Spirit Oil directory, formula details being organized…”

The sky grew increasingly gloomy, not yet evening, yet it looked as dark as night.

“We need to hurry, Hannam estate is still some distance from here.”

Henrik started the car and got back on the road.

This unkempt middle-aged man, though seemingly unreliable, had actually considered a great deal for Roger.

“Be cautious and try not to cause any trouble.”

Roger had no intention of being like those burdens seen in movies; he owned the Hunter’s Cabin, and with a bit of patience, he would surely become powerful quickly.

Strength could be obtained swiftly, but experience and temperament could only be honed over time. This was exactly what he wanted to learn from Henrik.

After all, it had been less than two months since he’d arrived in this world, yet he’d grown from a frail young man into an Apprentice Hunter far surpassing an ordinary human.

Such progress was terrifying.

From Henrik, Roger felt for the first time the legacy of a Demon Hunter, not that of strength, but of a conviction passed down through words and deeds.

He suddenly remembered the game’s Kaer Morhen, those familiar names, Vesemir, Geralt…

Thunder rumbled in the distance and soon a torrential downpour began, heavy raindrops falling pitter-patter, forcing Henrik to repeatedly slow down the car.

The rain seemed endless. By the time they reached Hannam estate, the sky had turned completely dark.

The Hannam estate was vast, surrounded by large stretches of farmland, but due to the previous tragedy, it had been completely abandoned.

The manor itself had been there for some time. At the end of the courtyard stood a building in the Baroque style, with green vines climbing up the walls, which in the darkness appeared like twisted tentacles.

“It’s a good place,” Henrik said as he briskly walked into the estate wearing a coat.

The building was three stories high. The entrance hall spanned two floors, while the first floor contained the living quarters of the maids and gardeners. The second floor held guest rooms and lounges, and the third floor was where Hannam and his wife Edith lived.

“The murder took place in the master bedroom on the third floor; let’s head straight there.”

Henrik pulled out his pistol and quickly moved upstairs, while Roger gripped his dagger tightly.

The whole house was hollow and almost barren of furniture. Raindrops hitting the windows outside added to an air of irritation. The door to the master bedroom was firmly closed. Henrik cautiously pushed open a crack in the door, and Roger peered intently inside.