Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 351 - Chapter 351 Chapter 351 The Disappearance of the Little Girl

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: The Disappearance of the Little Girl Chapter 351: Chapter 351: The Disappearance of the Little Girl “What sound?”

Roger instinctively concealed his figure, while quickly imprinting the surrounding environment in his mind.

The pathway seemed one-way, leaving an open space where he had originally appeared, free of the white fog and any concealed crevices.

Once sure no one had detected his presence, he quickly moved toward the direction of the sound.

Climbing atop a dense tree, Roger looked down.

On a clearing at the forest edge, a skinny man holding a straw pitchfork was shouting loudly.

“Get lost, you beast!”

“Give me back my daughter!”

The man was dressed in old hemp clothes, and he seemed injured, with the tip of the pitchfork slightly bent and his movements impaired.

Opposite him, by a shallow stream, a muscular brown bear was slowly approaching.

Roger observed carefully and determined that the man seemed to be just an ordinary person; he scanned the surroundings but found no hidden enemies.

After thinking it over, Roger decided to assist.

The Round Table Knight Order’s library archives contained records about fairytale manuscripts, each story signifying different themes and fates for its characters.

To acquire a manuscript, one needed to complete the story by closely following its theme.

Furthermore, encountering a living person here was rare, and Roger also wanted to communicate with the man to understand the environment and the general area affected by this Fairy Tale World.

Just like the fairytale manuscript of Little Red Riding Hood that Roger had acquired before, the entire story was limited to a forest, with even the path of travel confined to a very narrow area.

That world was relatively simple; one could automatically obtain the manuscript by killing the monsters within.

Considering the Mountain Woman had taken notice of this world and repeated her warnings, it seemed likely that this world’s range and complexity vastly exceeded that of Little Red Riding Hood.

The panicked man hadn’t noticed the ground beneath his feet, and he stumbled backward, falling, with the pitchfork dropping not far from him.

At this moment, the impatient brown bear leapt up, its bulky body pressing towards the man. It didn’t even need to exert itself; the sheer weight of its body was enough to crush the man beneath into a patty.

At the critical moment, Roger darted out from the bushes swiftly, but he did not draw the sword hidden on his back.

“Bang!”

Near the stream, Roger kicked a goose egg-sized stone at his feet, sending it whizzing to smash onto the brown bear’s nose.

Taking advantage of the beast’s moment of pain, Roger stepped forward and dragged the man on the ground out of the bear’s attack range.

“How are you, not hurt, are you?”

Since he wasn’t yet familiar with the true situation of this world, he didn’t plan to fully reveal his fighting capacity.

Picking up the pitchfork from the ground, although the tip was bent, Roger swung it and unexpectedly found it handy.

“Could the pitchfork be the true weapon of a Demon Hunter?”

The distressed man then regained his senses, seeing Roger, he exclaimed with great relief, “Run! We’re no match for this monster.”

At that moment, the enraged brown bear swung its massive paw at the two, but Roger stood in front of the man, remarkably composed.

“Step back, keep safe.”

Seeing it as merely an ordinary beast, Roger wasn’t at all concerned. Even without a weapon, relying solely on his physical strength in a brawl, he was confident he could crush the creature’s skull with two punches!

“Move out of the way, this isn’t an ordinary beast!”

The man’s voice came from behind. Roger moved his body swiftly, dodging the bear’s frontal assault, and he gauged the angle before thrusting the pitchfork forward, aiming straight for the beast’s heart!

“Pfft!”

“Crack!”

Roger indeed pierced the bear’s outer layer of skin, but soon the pitchfork in his hand let out a sound of being overstressed.

Rolling backward to dodge the bear’s impact, Roger looked down to see the tip of the pitchfork twisted at a 90-degree angle, nearly turning into a rake.

“Such thick hide?!”

Roger was slightly taken aback; this was beyond the description of thick-skinned.

Inside this seemingly ordinary beast’s body may be hidden some strange energy unknown to Roger.

The terrified man fled backward in panic, entangled in vines and tumbling to the ground during his flight, and then he heard the beast’s howl coming from behind him.

“It’s over!”

In his despair, the man felt his bladder let go, and a warm dampness covered his lower body.

Seconds later, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, followed by footsteps gradually approaching, and a voice rang out in his ear.

“I can’t be that unlucky, can I? Died just from a fall?”

The man quickly turned around and saw an unfamiliar person approaching from not far away.

“You… you’re not dead?”

He looked back and saw the large body of the brown bear collapsed by the stream, with one end of a grass fork piercing from its eye socket deep into its brain.

“You actually killed it?”

“That’s really incredible!”

The man scrambled up from the ground in a panic, “Kind stranger, thank you for saving me, my name’s John, I live in the nearby town.”

As he said this, John seemed to remember something and screamed, running off quickly toward the distance.

“What’s the matter?”

“Jenny, my dear Jenny!”

“I have to save her!”

Roger followed John, casually pulling out the grass fork stuck in the brown bear’s eye socket.

In his panic, the man was pacing back and forth on the hill opposite, sweating profusely, heedless of the injuries on his body.

“Tell me what’s going on?”

Roger stopped the frantic John.

“I’m a lumberjack, living with my daughter. I was chopping wood and clearing the branches at the edge of the forest and didn’t pay attention to where the child was. When I came to my senses, I found that she was gone.”

“Wild beasts often roam the forest. I was terrified, so I shouted and searched in the woods.”

John, shivering, produced a tiny cloth shoe.

“Then I found this and heard that big one’s roar.”

“God bless, may my Jenny be safe from it.”

Suddenly, something seemed to strike John.

“Quick, help me!”

“The beast is a female bear, and there might be a litter of cubs in its den…”

He went pale, “The child may have already been captured, just taken to the cave.”

Blood vessels threaded through John’s eyes, his face etched with painful despair; for him, this girl might be as important as life itself.

“Don’t panic, tell me the child’s characteristics,” Roger said as he took the cloth shoe from John’s hand and examined it closely.

He knew that normal parents in this situation tend to get carried away, but right now he needed John to be as calm as possible to provide him with enough information.

“Jenny has blonde hair, she’s a little girl, 7 years old, no, 8,” John said.

“The shoe in your hand is hers, her mother made her a new dress, with blue floral stripes…”

While taking note of this information, Roger activated his Hunter Vision without John noticing.

The strong Perception Ability quickly eliminated any surrounding distractions, and all the information came together, forming a barely visible clue before him.

Roger bent down and pretended to look for clues.

“Let’s go, follow me.”

“I think I’ve locked onto the trail of the beast.”

“Let’s check its den!”