Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 350 - Chapter 350 Chapter 350 Druid

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Druid Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Druid He awoke feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

The sunshine was splendid outside the window, where birds flitted through the trees, and the dew on the grass shimmered with rainbow colors.

Roger stretched lazily; he hadn’t relaxed like this in a long time. With a thought, he returned to Shadow Cottage before coming back to the real world.

In the manor, Henrik had actually pulled an all-nighter with Dilio. When Roger arrived, the two were in the midst of an argument over new decorative styles.

After a brief greeting and a quick preparation, Roger left Dublin in his car.

Every answer from the Mountain Woman was incredibly precious; the location of the new manuscript had been secured by Henrik’s exhaustive efforts on his behalf.

With nothing else pressing, he decided to head straight for the destination.

The drive took up the entire morning.

After enjoying a meal in a nearby town at noon, Roger ventured into the mountains. He changed into an outfit that reduced his modern aura, trying to match the style of the game as closely as possible.

Finding the specific location should draw him into a special space. Minimizing his distinctive traits might help with what was to come.

The place given by the Mountain Woman was known as Sleeping Valley, a location, of course, that didn’t exist in the real world. He made his way forward, quickly reaching the designated area.

He took out the leaf the Mountain Woman had given him.

Even after several days, the leaf remained vibrant, its green hue and clear veins visible.

Roger gathered his spiritual power to trigger the special energy within the leaf, then murmured a few phrases softly.

Truth be told, Roger was unclear about the specific meaning of the words he uttered, which seemed to be an ancient language peculiar to the Mountain Woman’s race.

In many non-human races, language served not just as a tool for communication but also often as a medium for special energies.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the leaf in his hand fluttered without wind, spinning and rising into the air. Seeing no reaction from Roger, it playfully circled around him.

He stepped forward, following the leaf as it hovered in midair, and ventured deeper into the woods.

The foliage grew thicker and the surroundings more remote. Often, he had to squeeze through extremely narrow gaps.

After winding his way along, Roger had completely lost track of his bearings. Only when the sun began to set westward did he come upon a narrow cave entrance.

“A cave?”

Such a confined area instinctively made Roger somewhat reluctant. Then, the floating leaf suddenly shattered, reverting to three strands of green hair.

The hair caught fire spontaneously, and the Mountain Woman’s face flashed by in an instant.

Roger knew that this cave might be the very goal of his journey.

He hesitated no longer and carefully crawled into the cave.

Drip-drop, drip-drop.

There were the sounds of water droplets somewhere inside the cave. The darkness didn’t impair Roger’s vision. After wading through an underground stream, a sudden mist appeared in the depths of the dark cave.

Roger held his breath and slowly moved forward. In the next moment, the light flared up, and when he regained his senses, he found himself in the midst of a forest.

“Did I make it?”

Before Roger could survey his surroundings, he heard a cry of surprise from the nearby woods.

Meanwhile, back in the real world’s forest, a somewhat fatigued Layhader had to order everyone to temporarily halt their search.

During the brief rest, Matt quietly approached Layhader.

“Sir, we have been searching this area for days now, but we haven’t found any clues yet.”

“Could the clues given by the Privy Council be wrong?” The young man had lost the composure he had the previous night.

Layhader appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was also anxious. Although it was rare for such matters to be mistaken, the possibility could not be entirely dismissed.

“Don’t worry; such a place would not be easily found by just anyone.”

He looked around, “Tell everyone to rest a bit longer.”

Layhader found a higher vantage point, recalling the hints he had received before the departure while comparing them with the surroundings.

But just then, Layhader’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he noticed a black hawk circling in midair.

He clenched his fist and looked up at the bird of prey soaring in the sky.

“Not going to talk?”

“Or do you really think I can’t see anything?”

Upon hearing his words, the low-flying black hawk smoothly glided down and perched on a nearby tree branch.

Soon after, rustling came from the woods, and three figures appeared before Layhader.

“How come it’s you guys?”

He noticed the insignia on the trio’s garments and asked in some surprise.

“Such important information, and those stingy women actually let others in on it?”

The one walking in front was an old man with somewhat graying hair; he was tall and looked sturdy and robust, though perhaps not particularly muscular.

“Sharing what we have, we always possess something they need.”

The old man held in his hand a staff resembling a piece of dead wood. He tapped it lightly on the ground, and the black hawk flying over the branches landed on the wrist of a young man beside him.

“Knight Layhader, it’s been a long time.”

“By age, we should be about the same.”

The old man laughed heartily, “Look at us now, standing together, who would think we’re peers?”

“I figure most people would take me for your elder, right?”

The wrinkles on the old man’s face unfolded as he spoke in a somewhat familiar manner.

“Azumani, you’re still the same.”

Layhader shrugged, “Is there any fun in taking advantage in such matters?”

“Life is only a few decades long; with such brief time, one naturally has to make the most of it.”

The old man named Azumani smiled, “You know, we druids aren’t like you knights, we don’t have such powerful bloodline energy or long lifespans.”

“If I can’t advance to the next tier, I really don’t have much time left.”

A moment of desolation flashed in the old man’s eyes.

After hearing his words, Layhader first felt a surge of sympathy, but quickly snapped back to reality.

“You damned old thing.”

“I shouldn’t have any sympathy when facing you!”

“Haha.” Although his little trick was exposed, Azumani remained very unconcerned.

“It looks like the story in the fairytale hasn’t officially begun yet; perhaps we’ve come at just the right time.”

He stepped forward.

“What do you say, shall we cooperate?”

“A manuscript without an owner, a story yet to begin; relying on luck alone, we may need to spend a lot of time.”

“And time means unforeseen changes; it’s better to share information, to find the way to start that story together first.”

“The rest…”

“We’ll each do our best.”

Layhader scanned the three individuals, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his heart. In terms of both numbers and combat strength, they obviously held the advantage.

Seeing this, he was no longer hesitant and nodded in agreement.

“Pleasure doing business.”