Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 352 - Chapter 352 Chapter 352 The Bloodstained Doll

Chapter 352: Chapter 352 The Bloodstained Doll Chapter 352: Chapter 352 The Bloodstained Doll Saving someone is like fighting a fire.

Roger, weapon in hand, tracked back along the path the brown bear had come from.

The beast clearly went out to forage and covered a vast area; Roger had to eliminate irrelevant distractions to greatly save time.

“Did you find it?”

“We’ll be too late if it’s any later!”

John urged anxiously, his tone a mixture of impatience and brusqueness.

Roger empathized with his emotions and didn’t pay much attention to these details, focusing his attention and quickening his pace.

What Roger hadn’t expected was that this frail man, even injured, managed to keep up with his pace.

Finally, after passing through a brush of trees, the fishy stench grew stronger, and a dark cave appeared on a nearby mountainside.

“This must be it!”

Seeing the disorderly traces around the cave, Roger’s expression darkened.

There must be another brown bear living here!

“Wait here!”

Without waiting for John’s response, he dashed into the cave at great speed.

The cave was pitch black, and the fishy smell intensified the deeper he went. The cave wasn’t deep, and it took Roger only a few seconds to reach the bottom.

“ROAR!”

Just then, a curled-up shadow suddenly lashed out, crimson eyes glared at Roger, and sharp claws swiped at Roger’s head!

“Get away!”

Roger roared, lunging forward. He didn’t even draw his sword but raised his palm in the air.

[Alder]

A gust of wind, three times stronger than normal, burst from Roger’s palm, sending the enormous brown bear tumbling backward.

Shhh!

Clang!

Two sounds merged, and the next second the brown bear’s head burst open, blood and brains smeared on the wall behind, its body collapsing limply like mud.

“How is it, did you find her?”

John’s voice came from the entrance of the cave, followed by hasty footsteps.

Roger looked around and saw the small form under the bear, then swallowed the words of caution.

“Is she there? Is she there?”

John asked urgently.

The cave was dim; he had just come in from the outside and couldn’t immediately see the surroundings clearly.

The back of the cave reeked, and John was covered in feces, but he didn’t care.

“Don’t worry, she’s not here.”

Roger reassured him, but just then, John, with his limited vision, stumbled into a pile of torn flesh by the cave, and when he stood up, unexpectedly pulled out a lump of something from it.

“What is this?”

John tremblingly brought what was in his hand closer to his face, and Roger fixed his gaze on it, his expression changing slightly.

In John’s hands was a blood-stained rag doll!

In that moment, John also recognized the familiar shape of the item in his hand.

“No, this can’t be true!”

“My Jenny!”

Roger remained silent. Although he wanted to comfort the middle-aged man before him, he thought better of it, swallowing the words he had intended to say.

Truth, no matter how cruel, was still preferable to a false consolation.

John covered his face and wept, while in the darkness a tender rustling sound arose, faint at first, then gradually growing louder.

John, now accustomed to the dim light, looked towards the source of the noise. There, beside the massive corpse, lay a small, delicate figure.

A newborn bear cub.

The ferocity in his eyes flickered and died. John picked up a huge stone beside him and, like a beast, lunged at it.

The rock in his hand was raised high, then smashed down fiercely.

Raised up, smashed down!

Raised up, smashed down!

So it went, back and forth.

There were no hysterical screams, only the sound of rocks smashing against flesh could be heard in the dim cave, followed by blood gushing until John lost all his strength.

Throughout, Roger had not made a sound.

“You ate my child, now I’ll smash yours to death!”

It was apparent that the male brown bear had been injured during a hunt, which is why it had been left in the cave.

“Let’s go, let’s leave this place.”

Roger spoke up.

Clutching the blood-stained doll tightly, both men walked out of the cave. The sun was already sinking to the west, and as the mountain wind blew, John suddenly became a bit sober.

“Thank you, kind stranger.”

John pressed down the grief in his heart, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Geralt.”

Roger answered.

After washing the blood off at the creek, John took the initiative to invite Roger to his home as a guest.

Roger naturally accepted without any hesitation.

Although there had been some twists and turns, he could at least get to know this world legitimately.

“Our town is surrounded by a forest with no visible boundaries, and residents seldom see outsiders.”

John advised Roger, “If someone asks later, I’ll say you’re my nephew.”

Roger nodded.

The atmosphere was incredibly heavy along the way, fortunately, they did not suffer any more attacks from wild animals and finally walked out of the woods before nightfall.

Standing on the mountaintop, a barely prosperous town appeared before their eyes.

Indeed, upon entering the town, Roger was subjected to an inspection, but with John vouching for him, the patrol did not question Roger much, instead, they asked about the blood on John.

John burst into tears and briefly recounted what had happened.

“Poor Little Jenny.”

The people around looked on with sympathy.

“So careless, how could you let a child enter deep into the woods alone?”

Amid the pity, there were one or two voices of reproach.

“Such a poor child, born ugly, with a fate so tragic.”

An old woman with graying hair droned on with a sigh.

“It’s probably for the best; with her looks, she would have suffered even more when she grew up.”

Hearing this, Roger couldn’t help but take a closer look, and the people around, seeing Roger’s unfamiliar face, whispered inquiries.

After hearing the Sheriff’s introduction, the wariness in their eyes faded a bit.

“Let’s go, Geralt, let’s go home.”

John, dragging his weary body, walked towards his house.

The surrounding environment seemed quite backward, roughly equivalent to that of European villages in the 17th or 18th century.

Despite it being nighttime, one could still make out that the town’s residents were fairly spirited, the clothes they wore were quite decent; by comparison, John’s attire was somewhat shabby.

As Roger had guessed, John’s house was not on the main thoroughfare at the town center but near the edge.

The houses there were small and somewhat dilapidated.

John knocked on the door, and for a long time, there was no response; he became irritable, and the force of his knocking naturally increased.

“Coming, coming!”

A woman’s voice came from inside the room, and the door clicked open. A heavily made-up woman peered out.

She was sprinkled with cheap powder that gave off a pungent smell; her face was thickly painted, but below her neck, it was her natural skin color, producing a clear demarcation line that was somewhat comical.

As soon as she opened the door, the woman eagerly asked, “How did it go, how did the matter turn out?”

Before she finished speaking, she noticed Roger standing beside John.

John’s face stiffened, and he stepped forward to push the woman back into the house.

He turned and gave Roger a forced smile.

“Today is the child’s birthday, we were supposed to celebrate together.”

“But now…”

Roger’s face showed a trace of understanding, yet some doubts arose in his heart.