Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 688 - Chapter 688 Chapter 577 Three Months

Chapter 688: Chapter 577: Three Months Chapter 688: Chapter 577: Three Months “Then I’ll take you seriously!”

Hathaway flashed a toothy smile.

“Did you know? Nowadays, Gwent Cards have become a skill, or knowledge, that all Spirit Mediums must learn.”

“I really don’t understand how you managed it, because everyone thinks it’s simply not something that can be figured out with just one person’s intelligence.”

“Henrik told me about you. He said your arrival would change the current living situation of the Demon Hunters. Mother said she’s never seen Henrik take something so seriously before.”

“I think maybe you should promote Gwent Cards to the entire Demon Hunter community,” Hathaway suggested.

“Demon Hunters and Gwent Cards…”

“That’s really a good idea.”

Roger smiled.

“I should be able to help with that,” Hathaway offered proactively.

“Alright,” Roger nodded.

Energetic Demon Hunters, Spirit Mediums, mostly females, then using playing cards as an excuse to interact with one another.

While playing…

Roger could almost foresee the end result.

After all, was this learning or a benefit?

After some idle chatter, the two parted ways; Hathaway continued to stand guard outside the grand hall, while Roger entered the Fairytale Manuscripts.

After a period of adaptation, it was time for the first batch of Demon Hunters to undergo inheritance.

Hearing that Roger had built Kaer Morhen, Goway planned to move her people there.

Inheriting the Fraction’s experience was much simpler than imagined.

Roger planted the Inheritance Seeds of the Cat Fraction in everyone’s minds, and to prevent any accidents, he kept a close watch on everyone’s reaction.

And so the days passed by. By day, Roger followed the Sword Master Cold Crow in practicing swordsmanship; by night, he returned to the training base.

He was guiding and observing the progress of the Green Grass Trial.

In fact, this Green Grass Trial was much more important than the last.

The participants were all ordinary people, and the problems they faced were the most pressing to resolve.

Six days later.

Goway’s people started their formal training, and the Green Grass Trial for Ingmar and the others had also ended.

A new name appeared on the blank stele.

Lud*Veki.

In total, seven people had participated in the trial.

“It’s not your fault, Henrik. We did our best.”

Roger could tell that Henrik, seemingly thick-skinned, was actually quite concerned about the outcome.

“I know.”

“If the probability of this was made public, other Transcendent Forces would go mad.”

“What about the others?” Roger asked.

“Ingmar went off to drink, Lawrence grew a new arm, and he said he needed to get used to it. As for the rest, they all said they needed to release the abundant energy in their bodies.”

Roger opened the notice board. Normally, upgrading the Hunter Base to the next level required a hundred ordinary hunters.

But at this moment, the progress bar on the board had jumped from 25 to 60!

Goway’s people had greatly improved their strength after completing the Fraction’s inheritance, and together with the successful six Demon Hunters, Roger estimated the progress should be around forty.

That is to say, the remaining improvement came entirely from Higurashi Chika.

Relatively speaking, the Hunter Base was also more inclined towards an elite route.

With the Hunter Base’s affairs drawing to a close, the remainder to be steadily developed by Henrik and the others, Roger could finally focus all his attention on swordsmanship training.

Yatagarasu Kensumi left Hankawa for the desert to deal with the mess left by the Ishii Family. Soon after, the Yatagarasu Akiryu were also dispatched by the Sword Master Cold Crow.

Roger’s life became simple and monotonous.

Training became his everything.

He had never immersed himself in learning so whole-heartedly as he had recently.

He even forgot his purpose, forgot the hidden intentions of Sword Master Cold Crow.

One willing to teach, the other willing to learn.

Time passed day by day.

Then one day, as usual, Roger was practicing the swordsmanship inheritance selected for him by the Hunter’s Cabin on Hankan Mountain Summit.

Suddenly, an old voice came.

“Roger, how long have you been at Hankawa?”

“How long?”

Roger paused his movements in confusion. At that moment, he suddenly noticed a faint fragrance entering his nostrils.

Turning his head to look, where the Cherry Blossom Tree had recently been shrouded in buds, it was now fully outstretched, with clusters of blossoms blooming on the branches.

Under the Cherry Blossom Tree, a frail old man leaned against the rough trunk, pouring the wine from his cup down his throat.

Roger was slightly lost in thought.

The large robe draped over him made the current Sword Master Cold Crow look somewhat comical.

He was thinner, and older.

But correspondingly, the eyes of the Sword Master Cold Crow were frighteningly bright.

Roger didn’t even dare to look into them; it seemed as if sharp sword lights could pierce out from those eyes.

Roger averted his gaze.

“The cherry blossoms have bloomed?”

He sighed. Recently, he had felt as though there were no days or months in the mountains, meeting Sword Master Cold Crow at a set time daily, then starting swordsmanship training under his guidance.

Because they met every day, the changes in Sword Master Cold Crow didn’t seem so obvious. Now, stepping out of that state, Roger noticed the passage of time.

“Ninety-nine days.”

“This is the ninety-ninth day you have instructed me,” Roger replied.

No matter what the other party’s intentions were, at least the benefits Roger had received were evident. As a teacher, Sword Master Cold Crow was qualified.

“Let’s stop here,” the Sword Master Cold Crow said softly. He leaned his gaunt back against the Cherry Blossom Tree, as if just sitting there took a lot of energy from him.