Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 1089 - 771 Roger’s Crime_2

Chapter 1089: Chapter 771 Roger’s Crime_2

"Being able to escape the attack of the Lord of the Mist, I think you have successfully caught his attention, so the next time you face an attack, the force will be stronger."

"Your actions have earned my respect, go with Kenneth to the Ancestral Land of the Silver Dragon Clan, you are our eternal friend."

"That place is the core area of the Dragon Court, living there, you shouldn’t have to worry about the prying eyes of the Lord of the Mist."

"Haha, just like I once said, Kenneth has over seventy sisters, you will like them."

"Also..."

At this point, Kenneth hesitated slightly.

"My friend, my journey is about to end, the fire of life is burning out, let me give you one last piece of advice."

"Never let anyone know that you’ve caught the attention of the Lord of the Mist, the Twelve Dragon Envoys each have their own duties, and though they have a clear division of labor, they are not monolithic."

"Although you are a victim, in the eyes of some, even the mere possibility of becoming a vessel for the Lord of the Mist will be your crime."

"Danger must be nipped in the bud."

"After all, the so-called Mist Hunters don’t just hunt the avatars of the Lord of the Mist, they might also hunt Transcendents like you."

"Protect yourself, if you can awaken, please send Kenneth back to the Ancestral Land if it is within your capacity."

"Your friend Emil."

Leaving the final message, the light in Emil’s eyes completely faded, his figure rapidly shrank, eventually turning into a cold set of armor.

And Roger was unaware of all of this, his eyes tightly shut, seemingly trapped in his own world.

Unknown how much time had passed, Roger in the darkness still showed no signs of awakening, his body drifting until a faint light burst forth.

From the chest of the armor, a figure struggled to emerge.

It was Kenneth.

The two figures separated, Emil’s body continued to shrink until it became normal.

It felt as if Roger was wearing a set of metal armor.

Kenneth’s face was full of sorrow, from the information transmitted by Emil, he already knew the ins and outs, although Emil had concealed some details, he was also clear on the important role Roger played in this escape.

"Leave the remaining matters to me."

A determined light shot from Kenneth’s eyes, able to awaken ahead of time only because he is no longer at the peak of the Fourth Tier.

A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, Kenneth supported the metal armor wrapping Roger.

"A flawed Fifth Tier is still Fifth Tier."

Kenneth gritted his teeth, able to awaken early and increase his strength because he gambled with his future.

Currently, although he has entered the Fifth Tier, his future is ruined, not to mention advancing further, even maintaining his current level is extremely difficult.

"We will go back."

"I still need to find the clansmen to awaken you!"

Kenneth knew that with his current strength, even if he knew the direction, he couldn’t reach the Ancestral Land, but he could do the next best thing, move towards the edge region.

That would significantly increase the chances of success.

Finally, just before Kenneth’s strength was about to run out, he found a suitable world.

"Finally home."

Here, in the core area controlled by the Dragon Court, Kenneth unknowingly helped Roger avoid great trouble.

...

Ancestral Land.

Though it seems like just a region, in reality, the so-called Ancestral Land is the birthplace of the Silver Dragon Clan.

It is a world where only Silver Dragons and their affiliated Dragonborn can approach.

The concept of transforming a world into a homeland is virtually unimaginable.

It’s not a magnificent palace or towering solitary mountain but a world built around this concept.

The Silver Dragon Clan’s defensive power is exceptional, whether flame, thunder, or poisonous swamp, they are all suitable habitats for them.

So here, you can find Sky City hanging at the summit, Flame Palace buried deep in the lava, Dragon Cavern carved into glaciers, and splendid, majestic cities like those of ordinary people.

In this world, the orthodox Silver Dragon Bloodline is the absolute ruler, with countless Dragonborn and other bloodline successors serving them.

In the western part of the world, in a majestic, sprawling city, the city’s highest point is a huge Silver Dragon carved from an entire mountain.

And where the head of the Silver Dragon is located is the pinnacle of power in this city.

Even though it was nighttime, the room was brightly lit.

A tall man wearing a silver robe with black edges sat high up, with silver-like long hair and a stern gaze.

The right hand rested on the armrest of the seat, eyes half-closed, pondering something.

Around him, set in a rough oval shape, were eleven chairs of different sizes and shapes.

Suddenly, the surrounding Energy fluctuated, the man raised his head, and on the other eleven chairs, several phantoms appeared.

"Why is it you?"

A voice echoed from the high chair.

"Has Emil not returned yet?"

"Ares, although you are Emil’s brother and a strong member of the Silver Dragon Clan, there is no place for you here."

"Step down. I don’t want to make you feel embarrassed."

The man called Ares slowly rose from the high seat. Behind him, the back of the chair was carved with a silver dragon poised to take flight.

Meanwhile, the other eleven chairs were entirely different in size and design, adorned with carvings that recorded their experiences and achievements, as well as the crucial bloodline legacy.

"Emil has been missing for too long. As one of the Twelve Dragon Envoys, his status is of great importance. Now, we need someone who can bear the responsibility of..."

"That is not something you should worry about."

Another voice interrupted.

"Though my acquaintance with Emil is not deep, these twelve chairs represent more than just status; they are also about our recognition."

"Even if the Silver Dragon Clan can steadily hold a seat among the Twelve Dragon Envoys, earning the respect and recognition of peers is not just a matter of having the bloodline."

"I know your strength is commendable, and your true combat power may even surpass Emil’s. But let all this await you becoming a Dragon Envoy. For now, please leave."

"Because this is not a meeting you can attend."

"Additionally, the tasks of the Twelve Dragon Envoys are arduous, and the missions Emil undertakes are extremely perilous. Losing contact sometimes is normal."

"I even recall that in the records of the Dragon Court, there was a Dragon Envoy who was out of contact for seven hundred and thirty years. This is quite normal."

There was no arrogance in the voice; it was as if discussing an obvious matter.

"Please let me finish."

Ares clenched his fist, his tone resolute.

"I regret to inform everyone of a sorrowful news, just recently, the Companion Blood left behind by Emil solidified."

His voice was somewhat grave.

"What?!"

All those seated on the high chairs exclaimed in unison.

"Is this true?"

"Undeniably true." Ares turned his wrist, and within a silver crystal floated a drop of dried blood.

"Another Dragon Envoy has sacrificed."

Someone sighed.

Ares withdrew the crystal.

"I am here not because of the position behind me. I am already the king of the Silver Dragon Clan; that position is not important."

Ares slowly clenched his fists, a hint of murder flashed in his eyes.

"But I still wish to claim it because I want to know where my brother went, what mission he was on during his last departure."

"He can die, but not in obscurity."

"The honor of the Silver Dragon Clan cannot be tainted."

"Moreover..." Ares’s tone became slightly sorrowful.

"My brother, on his last departure, accompanied by his personal guard, was joined by my only son."

"Kenneth."

"He... was the designated heir to the throne!"

Ares’s emotions spread, rendering the atmosphere around him tremendously somber.

After a long while, a voice arose.

"The incident occurred suddenly, but according to tradition, the Silver Dragon Clan does indeed need someone to fill the position."

"But you are now a king of the clan, and a king can’t concurrently serve as a Dragon Envoy. Let us pause here. We need to discuss the specifics and verify Emil’s death once more."

Disappointment flickered in Ares’s eyes, but he knew such matters could not be resolved quickly. Reluctantly, he nodded in agreement with a heavy heart.

The light and shadow dispersed, and the hall returned to silence.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows where light did not reach.

"Father, the matter..."

Thud!

Before the words were finished, the figure was slammed into the wall by a dreadful force, followed closely by the shadow of death, and a voice echoed in their ear. Correct content is on

"Shut up!"

"How many times have I told you, I am merely your uncle, not your father."

"In the eyes of outsiders, Emil is!"