Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 881 - 672: Will You Go to the Hotel with Me?

Chapter 881: Chapter 672: Will You Go to the Hotel with Me?

Dagnira.

Through their conversation on the plane, Roger discovered that this young woman named Panambi actually possessed an unexpectedly vast reservoir of knowledge.

This couldn’t simply be described as intelligence. In Roger’s view, this ability could even be considered a form of bloodline inheritance.

It saved him a lot of time.

Despite her young age, Panambi had already secured a teaching position at a university. According to her, she had been participating in an exchange program in Armenia over the past few months.

The specific research seemed to involve topics on ethnic migration and mysticism.

After all, recent times hadn’t been very peaceful worldwide. With the frequent occurrence of supernatural events, people were no longer as panicked as they initially had been—they were gradually beginning to accept it.

This young woman’s personality was as vibrant as this South American land. Since she could assist in their upcoming actions, in Roger’s eyes, Panambi was no longer just an ordinary, expendable person.

It was a fortunate coincidence. If Roger had to search for a similar expert himself and then use spiritual power to guide or entice them, although it would be highly efficient, it still would consume some time during the search process.

Since Panambi was willing to help, Roger naturally went along with it.

As someone who had already stepped into the Fourth Tier limit as a Transcendent, Roger’s overall appearance and aura had noticeably transformed during his progression. Especially with his spiritual power reaching Perfection, even if he didn’t intentionally release any form of bewitching spiritual ability—

Roger naturally exuded an appeal far beyond that of ordinary people.

It was a kind of all-encompassing charisma. Even if he said nothing and suppressed his abilities, ordinary people around him would still feel an inexplicable sense of joy merely by being near him.

Roger’s power stemmed from the Hunter’s Cabin. Though it had reached the pinnacle of the world’s limits, it wouldn’t bring negative effects to surrounding ordinary people the way other Transcendents’ powers sometimes did.

Roger tactfully raised his doubts and guided the flow of the conversation, while Panambi eagerly expressed her willingness to offer her assistance.

The two engaged in a simple conversation on the plane, and time seemed to fly by. Even the turbulence of the aircraft became unnoticeable.

Soon, the plane passed through the clouds, and the cabin stabilized. Flight attendants quickly calmed the passengers, and the tense atmosphere at the airport subsided just as rapidly.

With time, the plane landed smoothly at the airport.

In the restaurant at the National Gold Museum, Roger ran his fingers gently over the wood-grain texture of the table. In front of him was a bowl of cassava soup; its warm steam wafted toward him.

The culinary habits here were vastly different from those of Armenia, featuring fruits, coffee, and corn tortillas. Even the interior decor of the restaurant contrasted sharply with Roger’s usual impressions of such establishments.

The interweaving of reality and the fantastical was evident here, from a single table down to the smallest spoon, all imbued with the cultural essence of the Indians.

"Where did you get this map from?"

Panambi looked up, her face filled with surprise.

Truthfully, the reason this passionate young woman was so willing to help Roger wasn’t solely because of his unique charisma, which naturally drew her into conversation and subtly increased the opportunities for contact between them.

This didn’t necessarily indicate that the girl had any specific intentions toward Roger—it was more of an instinctive response.

Like ordinary creatures in nature showing reverence toward apex predators. In Roger’s case, however, this reverence manifested as an inexplicable intimacy.

Beyond that, the most significant reason was the map that Roger had shown to Panambi.

It was something Roger had obtained from the Eye of Truth. Although the map wasn’t intricately detailed and was nowhere near the precision of modern satellite positioning or scanning images, it was sufficient to locate a general area and aid in navigation.

From their conversations, Roger could discern that Panambi clearly had her own hidden motives.

As a historian and a researcher focused on ancient mysticism, in this era marked by frequent supernatural events, it was only natural for her to hope that her research could help explain the origins and causes of some of these phenomena.

The map Roger provided offered Panambi significant inspiration.

Even if it had no direct connection to supernatural events, further study of it could potentially evolve into a standalone academic subject, bolstering her credentials within the scholarly field.

Tasting his cassava soup, Roger refrained from answering Panambi’s question directly. In the interactions between a Fourth Tier Transcendent and an ordinary person, Panambi was naturally at a disadvantage.

Roger had a favorable impression of the girl and was unwilling to use the power of the Dharma Seal to control her outright.

This was, in fact, easy to understand.

If a man could win a woman’s affection purely through his charisma, most would not resort to coercion or substances under such circumstances.

"I happened to find it inside a ceramic artifact. There’s even a possibility that it’s connected to certain supernatural events," Roger said, somewhat ambiguously.

But his vague statement only seemed to excite Panambi further. A bright gleam appeared in her eyes. "I need to cross-reference this and look up some records."

"If there’s just a single name, it’ll be really hard for me to find related information. But this map you gave me is absolutely critical."

Panambi downed her coffee in one gulp and stood up hurriedly, as if she couldn’t wait to get started right away.

"Where are you planning to go? To rest at a nearby hotel, or will you come with me?"