Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 883 - 672: Would You Like to Go to the Hotel with Me? _3

Chapter 883: Chapter 672: Would You Like to Go to the Hotel with Me? _3

She concentrated on the task at hand, carefully cross-checking it several times.

"That’s right, this should be the place."

"What are your plans next?" she asked.

"This map..."

Only then did Panambi realize that, besides the name and this map, she knew very little about the man standing before her.

"Thank you for your help. I can handle the rest on my own."

The map’s information had already been etched into Roger’s memory, and the process had been much quicker than anticipated.

It all seemed simple, but the initial confirmation required a broad scope of knowledge and extensive experience as its foundation.

This was the most critical step.

Achieving this made the rest much easier.

Thus, Roger’s gratitude to Panambi was heartfelt.

"You’re not planning to take me along?"

Panambi volunteered.

"Though I’m young, I’ve participated in six field excavation projects. Because... of my family, I grew up in this kind of environment and have much more experience than those so-called experts who only know how to grope their students."

"Whether it’s excavating ruins or searching for so-called treasures... I believe I can be of help."

Panambi’s eyes shimmered.

"Besides... this kind of fieldwork isn’t as simple as you imagine. If you buy into what the movies portray, you’ll likely suffer a big loss."

"Preliminary preparations, surveys during the journey—even if you uncover true treasures—the extraction process will present many challenges..."

"You need a true expert."

Panambi spread her hands.

"I’m not interested in what you discover; what I want to explore is the history, culture, and legacy hidden behind those things."

"My family and I can certainly assist you."

Panambi had an inexplicable feeling. Though they’d only known each other for a few hours, it already seemed like the moment of farewell had arrived.

She didn’t even understand why she was saying so much, but if she did nothing, perhaps the next moment would be a permanent goodbye.

"No, thank you for your help, but I don’t need it," Roger rejected firmly.

Before Panambi could say anything further, Roger suddenly raised his hands, and an invisible force enveloped the entire room.

Panambi found her body uncontrollably floating, and not just her—the disordered books also leapt into the air before neatly returning to their places.

"You... What are you?"

After blurting out the question, Panambi immediately felt regret and hurriedly corrected herself, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that you’re something... I just..."

"Is this some kind of Transcendent power?"

Curiosity quickly overcame surface-level fear, and Panambi looked at Roger with excitement.

"Is this why you rejected me?"

Roger nodded. "This is not a field science can touch."

Roger dispelled the surrounding force, and everything in the room returned to normal.

On the desk, a pen began writing on its own, the nib scratching softly against the paper.

"If you encounter trouble related to the Transcendent World, you can use the address or contact information here to seek help."

Roger stepped back.

"But I hope you never have to use it."

"Good luck, Panambi."

Roger’s figure had already disappeared from sight, but his final words echoed in her ears.

"As payment for your help, I’ve left you a gift."

"I’m certain you’ll like it."

Regaining control of her body, Panambi turned around and saw papers laid out on the desk, with a crystal vial pressed atop them.