Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 139: Chapter 139 The Missing Demon Hunter

Henrik’s words made Roger realize that everything he was currently encountering might just be the surface of this world.

And what exactly did he refer to by “unknown regions”?

According to Henrik, he brought Roger here partly because he wanted Roger to experience the life truly belonging to a Demon Hunter, and partly because he was waiting for someone here.

Thus, from the afternoon until the evening, the two of them did not leave the bar, and as time passed, the bar became increasingly lively.

Many people recognized Henrik, and while some came up to greet him, it appeared that even more found him distasteful.

“What exactly did you do to make the people here so disgusted with you?”

Roger asked, puzzled.

Henrik sipped his beer leisurely, his eyes revealing a hint of nostalgia as if recalling something.

“Haha, if you’d slept with the female companions of half the men in this room, I’m quite certain they wouldn’t like you either.”

WTF!

Seeing Henrik’s smug expression, Roger truly regretted having stuck up for him just now.

“A scumbag like you deserves to be beaten to death,”

“What do you know?”

Henrik sneered dismissively.

“This is called personal charm, I’ve never involved myself with married women. It’s all consensual.”

Henrik wriggled in his chair as though he were about to sprout a tail.

Just then, the bar’s door was pushed open, and a rather slim girl walked in.

She wore a linen-colored coat and light blue denim jeans. She was not tall, especially if compared to the taller Western women, and could even be considered petite.

Her light golden hair was tied back, and her makeup-free face showed a trace of weariness.

Women alone were rare at such an event; most of them usually came as part of fixed squads or with a Demon Hunter companion.

Her sudden entrance did capture everyone’s attention, but as all present were Demon Hunters, there were no petty ruffians approaching to hit on her.

People simply glanced at her a few times before busying themselves with their own matters.

However, the girl’s arrival had caught Henrik’s attention.

“Ingmar’s daughter?”

“Based on her personality, she rarely lets her daughter come to a place like this.”

At that moment, the girl approached the bar and seemed to say something to the man wearing a hat, who shook his head and refused her request with a serious expression.

This man in the hat was the bar owner, who might not appear remarkable, yet he was an Exorcist who had entered the Transcendent Realm.

Vincent.

Standing behind him was likely a powerful Exorcist family.

The girl said something else, and out of helplessness, Vincent nodded his head.

He took out a metal rod as thick as a chopstick from beneath the bar and tapped an old bell on the right side of the bar.

Ding ding ding!

The crisp sound filled the entire bar, and nearly at the moment the bell sounded, the previously noisy bar quieted down instantly.

“Whenever there’s a task being offered, Vincent would signal the people here in this manner,”

Henrik explained to Roger.

At that point, Vincent cleared his throat, “There’s a temporary mission being offered by Miss Hathaway here. After listening to the details of the mission, if anyone is willing to take it on, they can approach the lady personally.”

Vincent gestured with his hand.

Hathaway clenched her fists, looking somewhat nervous as she stepped up to the counter.

She seemed unaccustomed to speaking in such a context, her blue eyes timidly scanning the crowd before lowering her gaze again.

“Let me introduce myself first. I am Ingmar’s daughter, Hathaway.”

“My mother is a Demon Hunter.”

“Ingmar?”

Many people nodded thoughtfully, as the popularity of firearms had increased the number of female Demon Hunters, but in terms of physical strength and temperament, the number of females who actually became Demon Hunters remained very scarce.

Therefore, most of the Demon Hunters who frequented the tavern were somewhat familiar with Ingmar.

“Not long ago, my mother took on a task, a simple inquiry mission, but it’s been 5 days, and she has still not returned.”

“So I want to commission someone to help me find her.”

Hathaway mustered up the courage, looked up, and gazed at everyone.

“A second attempt at the mission?” someone in the crowd frowned.

“Miss, do you understand what it means to issue such a commission?”

“It means the reward payable is equal to the price of the missing target, or double the reward!”

“Because the first failure indicates the level of danger of the mission, if you want others to participate, you’ll need to pay more than that value.”

The man who spoke sized up Hathaway, seemingly doubtful of her financial capability.

“An equivalent in money or goods.”

Vincent interjected from the side.

“State your reward, Miss Hathaway.”

“I…”

Hathaway looked down again, “I don’t have much money, I only have this thing.”

Saying so, she opened her carry-on bag, took out a wooden box, and upon opening the box, a blue plant was nestled inside.

The roots of the plant were pale, with a clump of greyish soil clinging to them. The blue leaves were very fresh, as if they had just been dug up from the earth.

“Witch’s Grass?”

Upon seeing what was in the box, the crowd shook their heads.

“Indeed, this plant is very rare, but it has too few applications, and it’s hard to sell it for a good price.”

“If it’s just this one item, its value is not enough for us to risk our lives.”

The crowd shook their heads again.

Just then, the Burly Man who had spoken earlier glanced over the girl a few times and with a sneer said, “Though she’s a bit skinny, she’s still quite pretty. If you don’t have anything else, keeping me company would also be acceptable.”

“Hahaha!”

Upon hearing his words, the others let out a burst of laughter.

“Cut it out, John, she’s still just a girl.”

Someone chuckled, trying to defuse the situation.

But just then, the girl who had been looking so uneasy and timid suddenly raised her head.

She stepped forward, glaring with blue eyes at the man called John.

“If you can bring my mother back safely, not just once, I would agree to that for 10 years!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the originally noisy tavern suddenly fell silent.

The man named John was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly, somewhat taken aback by the girl’s earnestness.

He raised his cup, then drained it in one gulp.

“I apologize for my earlier joke.”

“You are a remarkable girl!”

Placing the empty cup on the table, the man put his hat on his head.

“I’m sorry, your reward is too low, it’s not worth the risk for us.”

After he finished, he nodded toward Vincent and then left the tavern.

John’s words echoed the sentiments of the others; without sufficient reward, no one was willing to take the risk.

The girl stood in front of the bar, her courage instantly disintegrating as she looked around and found no one willing to help.

Just then, Henrik stood up, “Let’s go have a look.”

“It seems Ingmar has run into some trouble.”