Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 126: Chapter 126 Accidental Encounter

“Roar!”

Taylor’s throat emitted a deep sound as his breathing became rapid, pacing back and forth on the ground.

“Calm down!”

“You have just entered the Transcendent stage; it’s very easy to have an accident like this.”

Moor’s complexion did not look good either.

Not long before, she and Taylor had arrived at the area where the energy’s final feedback was detected.

A forest.

She had thought that once the range was confirmed, they could easily find the target, but who would have thought, the two of them had made a big round in the bushes.

With their speed, they had nearly turned the entire mountain over five or six times, still without locating the place where the energy anomaly was.

During this time, she took out that shell-like object again, measured it again, and the range decreased, pointing to a direction.

The effect of this object would last for a while, Moor urged Taylor to hasten the search, but just when the feedback became more intense, making the two of them think they were nearing their target,

the direction suddenly changed.

After such a series of frustrations, the hot-tempered Taylor had become somewhat impatient. If Moor had not spoken to calm him, he might have lost control by now.

On Moor’s throat, patches of scales appeared, and she hummed a piece of ethereal tune. Listening to her voice, Taylor’s emotions gradually stabilized.

In the end, the chaos in his eyes also disappeared, and he became a lot more normal.

“Thank you, Moor. I feel much better now.”

Taylor let out a long breath, and his pale face also became more rosy.

Weariness showed on Moor’s face, “You still need to control yourself more; after all, the role I can play is limited.”

“The song of a Siren is indeed well-deserved, it seems you’re not far from becoming Transcendent, right?”

Although Taylor had achieved Transcendency, a tinge of envy still shone in his eyes.

He was completely different from Moor; the method through which he entered Transcendence almost capped his potential, making further improvement very, very unlikely.

Moor, however, was different. With guidance from a teacher and good talent, she had great room for improvement after becoming Transcendent.

Although now it seemed the two were of equal strength and status, in actuality, Moor’s potential for development was much stronger than Taylor’s.

So this operation was also led by Moor.

“After this mission ends, I’ll have gathered all the materials for the ritual; my body is also nearly ready. If nothing unexpected happens, I can return and ascend to Transcendence.”

“Saint Heir level, truly stepping through the gates into the Transcendent World.”

“All right, let’s continue the search!”

Time utilisation ended, Moor put away the shell-shaped object in her hand, but just then Taylor by her side frowned.

“Something’s not right.”

He twitched his nostrils once.

“What is it?” Moor asked.

“It’s the scent.”

He pointed forward, “The flowers are here, but the fragrance is drifting from a different direction.”

Moor quickly understood something.

“Has a spell affected this area?!”

“Or perhaps a Spiritual Body has interfered with our minds!” Taylor added.

His emotions stabilized, and his thoughts became more active.

After a brief contemplation, he came up with a suggestion, “This isn’t our area of expertise, let’s find someone else to help us out.”

“Now?”

Moor hesitated, she had been out on this mission for a while already, and after a lot of back and forth finally pinned down Baytown. If they went back now, not only would they waste a lot of time, but it would also affect others’ evaluation of her…

Taylor apparently noticed Moor’s concerns.

“Don’t worry, I can find someone to help.”

“Is there another member of ours in this town?”

Moor was taken aback.

“I’ve checked the information; the only member named Sherman was killed not long ago.”

Taylor smiled, “What you know is only the surface; we’ve secretly developed a member here. We just didn’t report the information in order to protect her.”

A hint of realization crossed Moor’s face.

Though the Three Holy Spirits appeared united and complete, in truth, the three founders represented three different directions, with both cooperation and competition between them.

It wasn’t difficult to understand that a certain faction used resources to secretly grow its influence.

The Taylor before her was willing to reveal such a moderately sized secret, which naturally meant she was trying to curry favor.

She quickly understood the underlying reasons, nodded her head, and said, “If that’s true, then I’ll be troubling you.”

At the end, she added another sentence, “Thank you for your help, I’ll keep our secret.”

Our…

Moor accepted his gesture. Taylor was satisfied, and so the two determined their direction and then left the woods.

Meanwhile, Roger, who had just emerged from the forest, happened by chance to spot them.

After a moment of hesitation, Roger quietly concealed his presence.

The small town was neither large nor small, and while he couldn’t guarantee he knew everyone there, the two people in the distance, in both dress and demeanor, seemed out of place in this town.

“Are they tourists who wandered into the woods by mistake?”

Roger really didn’t want anyone to see him coming out of the woods.

After translating the Soul Transference Book, he knew that the Three Holy Spirits had a way to detect the Saint Heir, so he was secretly on guard.

He had also consulted Henrik about this, but Henrik didn’t know much either. Although he had promised to help him inquire about some information, he had been delayed by the recent swamp incident.

Deep down, Roger was somewhat worried, after all, one knows oneself best, and with his Otherworldly Soul, he really wasn’t sure how to handle things.

He quietly took a long detour and turned onto the main road from the other side, carrying his music box some distance.

Just as Roger was absorbed in his thoughts, he heard the soft hum of a car behind him.

He turned around, his gaze slightly hardening.

“Is it actually those two?”

“Hey, handsome!”

The speaker was the woman with green hair, her features delicate, and her face wore a smile that was just right as she spoke.

“Excuse me, do you live in this town?”

Roger nodded, giving the woman before him a careful look, inexplicably sensing something unusual about her.

Especially…

The man sitting beside her.

It reminded Roger of the wolves he had killed in the forest.

The ferociousness underneath the calm.

“Oh… yes.”

He showed a hint of astonishment upon seeing something beautiful.

“You both seem unfamiliar; are you not from here, here for a trip?”

Roger asked as if it was nothing.

“I seem to have lost my way…”

The woman looked a bit embarrassed, not answering Roger’s question.

“I’m very familiar with this area, where do you want to go? I can tell you.”

Roger put on a helpful demeanor.

“That would be great!”

“Rymska Street…”

The woman mentioned an address, “The maps these days are so unreliable; it doesn’t even have this place on it.”

“That’s normal, after all, Baytown is really secluded, and the place you mentioned is an old name, so it’s not surprising it’s not on the map.”

“Continue straight along this road, and after you enter the town, you will need to pass in front of the police station, then take a right turn through a small residential area…”

“The place you will end up at is Rymska Street.”

“Do you have friends living there?”

Roger asked casually.

But at that moment, the man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly became restless, the woman’s expression changed slightly, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, she drove off.

Roger continued to walk forward, but his eyes held a somewhat mysterious significance.

If he remembered correctly, there was only one family living on the so-called Scarlem Street.