Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 343 - Chapter 343 Chapter 343 Mountain Womans Date

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Mountain Woman’s Date Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Mountain Woman’s Date “Dear Roger, long time no see!”

As soon as he got off the plane, a triumphant Henrik gave Roger a big hug.

The guy looked in excellent shape.

Having become a Transcendent, his unique bloodline had awakened, steadily enhancing his physical condition, with the growth of the Blood Hunter’s strength primarily reflecting in the bloodline’s impact on his physique.

It hadn’t been long, but Henrik’s strength had seen explosive growth.

On one hand, this might be because the bloodline he awakened was quite precious, but more so because of the energy he had absorbed from the Night Demon’s twin horns.

In Eld, as well as the majority of Europe, the classification of a Transcendent’s strength is highly standardized.

Those who just entered the realm of Transcendents are known as First Tier, and beyond that, the rankings ascend sequentially, without the multitude of titles common in Armenia.

Roger also found out that on this land, Transcendent Occupations weren’t limited to the ones he knew before, and the unified naming system made it easier to distinguish the differences in strength between them.

Waning Moon, New Moon, and Full Moon corresponded to tiers 1 to 3, respectively.

For instance, Roger, who was now at the peak of Second Tier, could exchange blows with an enemy in the early stages of Third Tier.

As for Henrik, he was somewhere between the initial and middle stages of Second Tier.

“So, how has it been without me around, have the days been particularly tough?”

“How did things go in Bordeaux?”

With just one phone call, Henrik had given up the position of President at the Bordeaux Branch, a testament to their deep bond indeed.

Henrik’s actions made Roger hesitate about what he had to do next.

Forget it, if we don’t pull a fast one on each other every now and then, how could we be considered good friends?

However, when it came to the matter of the Mountain Woman, Roger still felt that he should ask for Henrik’s opinion.

“It still needs some time, but overall, it’s almost done.”

“You promised to introduce me to a female friend?” Henrik’s eyes lit up.

“Is she a beauty?”

While speaking, he gestured over himself, “You should know the type I like, bro, don’t let me down with your taste.”

“By the way, what’s the lady’s name?”

Roger was somewhat evasive, “To be honest, I don’t really know how to describe her appearance, and whether she’s a beauty or not will, of course, depend on individual taste.”

Upon hearing Roger’s words, Henrik looked even more forward to their upcoming meeting.

“As for her name…”

“I’m not sure either.”

Roger felt that he had not done his homework well enough, “But we all like to call her Mountain Woman.”

“Mountain… Woman?!”

“Haha!”

Henrik’s expression was exaggerated, “Described by a mountain.” He traced the outline with his hand.

“That must be astonishing!”

He slung an arm over Roger’s shoulder, “Hey, Roger, you really are my best friend!”

“I’ve roamed the battlefields for so many years, and I’ve never met a girl named after a mountain.”

Roger blinked, wanting to tell Henrik that the woman’s ‘mountain’ was on her back.

“Forget it, it’s just a meeting, and even if Henrik is crazy, he won’t really get into any trouble with her.”

Roger comforted himself.

Leaving the airport, Roger drove Henrik directly to a small town about 50 kilometers from Dublin.

According to Goway, the Mountain Woman could be considered a Forest Elf, and they don’t live in a fixed location within the woods.

If someone has met the Mountain Woman before and seeks to ask her a question again, they just need to enter the forest at sunrise and walk straight towards the east.

When you reach the first fork, use a branch to make a mark, and then continue forward. Repeat this three times, and after continuing to walk forward, you will be able to see an ancient, twisted, and withered tree in the forest.

Seeing this tree means the Mountain Woman has accepted your request for a meeting.

At this time, you only need to dig a small hole under the tree to find a fresh root.

Take this root, and you can choose to enter the forest again at dawn or dusk, and then, guided by the sensing of the root, find the Mountain Woman’s location in the dense forest.

Of course, this is just the ordinary method. For a witch like Goway, who possesses special bloodlines that allow her to communicate with trees, such complexity is unnecessary. She can establish a spiritual connection with the forest and directly call for the Mountain Woman.

That is also why, last time Goway and Roger wandered through the forest, they easily found the Mountain Woman’s location.

Regarding the timing, Goway gave Roger an important hint.

“Remember, you must enter the forest at dusk, and after the sunset, take your friend to meet the Mountain Woman.”

“If both parties are satisfied, then your friend will spend the night in the cottage.”

“Spend the night?”

Roger’s eyes widened, “You’re not joking, are you?”

“Or is this some kind of bizarre spell?”

Goway shook her head.

“The Mountain Woman might look ferocious and evil, but she is actually a spirit of the forest, just as the world is divided into day and night. There are deadly snakes that take lives, but there are also flowers that soothe the soul.”

“Whether it’s a snake or a flower depends on your attitude towards the forest.”

Goway spoke a profound truth and then refused to say more, but because of his trust in the girl, Roger chose to believe her words.

Due to time constraints, the two stayed overnight in the town, and Roger communicated with Henrik about the techniques for using the Dharma Seal.

The town life was peaceful and serene, lacking in nightlife. After a simple dinner and catching up, they both returned to their rooms to rest.

The next day, before dawn, Roger and Henrik entered the dense forest together, with Roger silently repeating the name of the Mountain Woman in his mind as per Goway’s instructions.

After proceeding and repeating the process three times, they finally saw the twisted, withered ancient tree.

“It’s truly magical.”

“Your friend must be a Forest Elf.”

Henrik looked at the fresh root in Roger’s hand, itching to try.

“Let’s go, we’ll come back at dusk.”

The two left the forest.

Time flew by, and at dusk, Roger, prepared with the root, entered the jungle with Henrik.

As for the latter, he’d naturally made many preparations, but Roger couldn’t help reminding him after one look:

“It’s just a simple meeting, do you really need to prepare that much?”

Henrik puffed out his chest, “You have to have confidence in my charm,” he patted the assistance tools he had in his chest.

“Don’t worry, I calculated the time.”

“What I’ve brought should last until dawn.”

“Oh my god.”

Roger instantly felt ridiculous for worrying about this man.

In the forest, the fresh root he held sprouted at an incredible rate, the tender shoots swaying in the wind, like a delicate hand guiding Roger.

As the sky grew darker, and the last ray of sunset vanished, a cottage covered in fresh flowers appeared at the end of their sight.

“By the heavens, I’m starting to like this girl.”

Henrik quickened his pace.

Green vines entwined, flowers carpeted the ground, and beside the cottage flowed a clear stream; even Roger began to dream.

Could a fairy be living inside the cottage?