Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 924 - 693: Blame Me for the Long Time?

Chapter 924: Chapter 693: Blame Me for the Long Time?

"Your Majesty..."

A respectful voice awakened Jora from her contemplation.

"This is the detailed information I collected according to your instructions not long ago. Additionally, the Guardian of that city is also under our surveillance. Should we summon him for a thorough inquiry?"

"No, there’s no need."

Jora refused without hesitation, "Keep a close watch on him, don’t let anyone contact him, nor allow him to speak to anyone, understand what I mean?"

The red light in Jora’s eyes flashed as she instructed.

"Yes, my queen."

Jora beckoned, and a palm-sized feather floated down in front of her. As the surrounding people retreated, flames enveloped the entire feather, revealing rows of clear handwriting.

"Baron Campbell secretly arranged for five strong men to enter the manor on the night of the fourteenth, and the next day, the baron was bedridden. According to the butler, he moved with much difficulty, couldn’t lie flat, and often lay on his side or stomach."

"The related participants have been detained and can be investigated at any time."

Jora frowned and continued to read on.

"Duchess Merag held a grand masquerade ball, attended mostly by young women from the upper echelons of the city. On that night, more than eighty men were also arranged to enter the castle through an underground passage."

Skipping a lengthy but depraved description, Jora searched diligently for the information she wanted, but ultimately she had to determine that this was merely an ordinary indulgence.

Each woman was accompanied by more than two muscular men that night, and Jora was not interested in the specific details.

But evidently, this did not align with her suspicions.

"Could it be that guy is looking for Transcendents with a certain strength?"

Jora began to doubt her previous assumptions. After some calculations, backtracking through time, she could roughly estimate the number of people involved in group activities.

She continued to sift through a few more pieces of information.

Either the number of people was too small, their actions singular and traceable, or the number was sufficient, but their physical characteristics did not meet the standards.

"Is the only option to passively wait?"

"Wait for that guy’s next crime!"

Crack!

Jora gripped the armrest of the throne too tightly, breaking it in the process. To be honest, since her return, she had been enveloped by numerous trivial matters.

Various signs indicated that the situation had become exceedingly dangerous.

Although the world was vast, there were not many places that could accommodate large populations and facilitate the concealment of tracks.

Dense forests and high mountains served as natural barriers.

Heyman and his followers chose the open plains, commanding a large population. Reluctantly, Jora could only choose the remote and perilous mountains.

While the specific location couldn’t be determined, the general area was no secret.

Heyman’s council maintained an overwhelming advantage, but his strength was not as great as Jora’s. Coupled with their blood relations, it upheld a fragile balance of power.

Moreover, with Heyman’s usual methods, even if he did nothing, the strength of the Rebellion would diminish over time, and in the end, no matter how strong Jora was, she would be helpless alone.

However, now the situation had changed drastically.

The skies were frequently crossed by roaring Giant Dragons, and the nations they protected began to mobilize, amassing forces to sweep possible hidden areas.

From top to bottom, battle was imminent.

Many Rebels were eager for action, but they had no idea what Jora had faced before.

Besides Heyman, there was also that mysterious black-robed man.

And now, the ever-imminent threat of a sudden attack suffocated Jora, as if a bone were stuck in her throat.

She did not wish to be pierced unexpectedly on the battlefield during its intense phases.

Even if it was perceived, it would indeed lead to dire consequences.

The enormous pressure and unvented wrath left Jora barely maintaining her composure, just a slight provocation would cause her to erupt!

Suddenly, Jora’s face changed dramatically in her contemplation. Her whole face twisted, a tinge of conflict passing between her brows.

Bang!

The next second, the throne beneath her shattered, and Jora roared out of the palace, rising into the air and transforming into a Giant Dragon, speeding away amid rolling flames.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Huff...huff..."

"Is it done?" Roger asked somewhat helplessly.

He glanced at Amanda, "To be honest, we really don’t need to use this method; there are many sensations the body can convey..."

"Heh."

Amanda let out a cold laugh.

"Do you plan to use pain to lure that woman here?"

"How could that be?" Roger hastily shook his head.

Even for a justified reason, he would never harm Amanda.

"How about we stop and think of another method?" Amanda suggested.

"Uh...no need, this doesn’t hinder our thinking."

Boom!

At that moment, a continuous explosion sounded from the distant horizon, glaciers trembled, and snow rustled.

Roger withdrew and jumped into the air.

It was not yet evening, but the distant sky was covered in a red glow.

No, it was not the afterglow of the setting sun but a disruption caused by powerful energy.

"She’s here."

"You hide," Roger instructed.

After speaking, he ascended proactively to meet the situation.

"Beast!"

"In my 430 years, I’ve never seen a creature more disgusting than you!"

"Truly nauseating, the harm you’ve done to Dora I will make you repay a hundredfold!"

Even before getting close, Jora’s voice resounded like a tsunami crashing toward them.