"No need, after all, it’s us who dragged you into this situation."
After hearing Roger’s response, Aoki Kazuo fell into silence for a mont, but shortly after, he suddenly clenched his fist.
"Mr. Roger, I won’t give up!"
"Senka will surely understand my feelings!"
Aoki Kazuo suddenly spoke up.
"Very good, keep it up." Roger patted Aoki Kazuo’s shoulder encouragingly.
Young man, in truth, Higurashi Chika has always understood your feelings, but right now her heart is only on the sword, so for the lovestruck young man, the road you have to walk is still long.
For so reason, Aoki Kazuo seed to be particularly moved by Roger’s encouragent, and was clearly very happy after receiving it.
How could Roger know that due to various unexpected factors, he had long beco Aoki Kazuo’s number one rival in love.
"Maybe this guy really can succeed, but how long will that take?"
If he had to wait until he died, all he’d get would be a ’you’re a good person’ comnt... Tsk tsk, that would be too tragic.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts, "Sir, are you confused about sothing?"
"Please tell , at the crossroads of your life, relax and listen carefully... Gwent Card will give you the correct guidance."
"Pa!"
Imdiately, a hand heavily clapped down on his shoulder, a figure jumped into view.
"Hey, how about a ga of Gwent Card!"
With hands spread, a set of exquisite cards was laid out in front of him.
Roger was dazed for a mont before he could clearly see the girl standing in front of him.
"Hathaway..."
"Doesn’t our long-awaited reunion deserve a hug?"
"A hug?" Hathaway shook her head, "How about a ga of Gwent Card, if you win, not just a hug... Heh heh, anything goes."
"Shut up!"
"Gwent Card, Gwent Card, your head is full of those images."
A burly woman appeared, with neatly trimd short hair and wearing tightly fitting Demon Hunter leather armor, exuding a fierce aura from her brow.
"Mr. Roger." Ingmar’s attitude towards Roger was noticeably more respectful.
The young man in front of her was no longer soone she could casually tease in the tavern.
He had given a future to outcasts like her, building a common ho for everyone.
"I’m really sorry, she’s now putting almost all her energy into researching Gwent Card..."
"Shouldn’t she?" Hathaway pursed her lips.
"I’ve already been the Gwent Card champion for two consecutive tournants, if I win this ti, I can make history!" Hathaway said proudly.
"And Roger is the founder of Gwent Card, he knows the rules best, if I beat him, no one in this world will be my match."
Hathaway was full of confidence.
"Alright, suit yourself." Ingmar was obviously a bit helpless about her daughter.
"Let take a look at your cards."
Roger casually pointed, and the cards hanging on Hathaway’s belt leaped out, mixing various decks that quickly rotated in front of Roger’s eyes.
"You’ve made a lot of improvents?" Roger looked surprised; although what he gave previously was just a relatively basic version, the difficulty lay in the coherence of it.
Thus, even a tiny change would have far-reaching effects; the amount of work involved wasn’t insignificant.
"How about it, not bad, right?" Hathaway looked proud.
Roger nodded in agreent.
"Indeed, it’s quite excellent, but it can be even better!"
As he spoke, power surged in his palm, and certain things from the Hunter’s Cabin abruptly disappeared in his consciousness.
That was the power belonging to Tristramy.
Nothing combined better with Gwent Card than this power.
With a rustling sound, injected with this strange power, the cards floating around Roger underwent earth-shaking changes.
The images on them were no longer fixed, but changed according to the context of Spellcasters and Fortune Tellers.
He clasped his hands together, and all the cards compressed and gathered in his hands. When Roger opened his palms again, the luster on the cards was restrained.
"From now on, whether in divination or battle, this set is enough!"
"What kind of power is this?!" Hathaway widened her eyes and, although at her level she couldn’t fully comprehend Tristramy’s power, she could entirely feel that the deck contained the whole world.
"This is amazing!" Hathaway put away the cards and leapt into Roger’s arms excitedly.
Just a quick glance at the cards left her mind blank with the vast amount of information they contained.
"From today onward, no matter what you want to do, I’ll be at your beck and call!"
Hathaway excitedly ran off, leaving behind two people staring at each other in bewildernt.
"Oh..." Roger laughed awkwardly.
To be honest, giving this thing to you was really just because it seed most suitable in your hands, not for any so-called additional conditions...
Moreover, with Hathaway’s mother present, Roger really didn’t know whether to nod or refuse.
"Haha, Madam Ingmar, you know, Hathaway just likes to joke around."
"No, Mr. Roger, my daughter never jokes recklessly." Ingmar replied with a straight face.
"Alright, alright." Ingmar shook her head, "I’ve heard from Henrik long ago that, to save back then, Hathaway agreed to many excessive conditions..."
She sighed, "Since it’s co to this, just let it be." Saying that, she followed Hathaway’s footsteps and left.
"What do you an she agreed to my excessive conditions?"
Roger was speechless, "That night, it was clearly she who..."
But I clearly rember it wasn’t like that, what’s Henrik blabbering about again?
"So there was a story between you two."
A rose blood outside the window, then fell and floated in front of Roger.
It was a girl as ethereal as an elf.
"You’re late." Roger said with a smile.
"Because I had to prepare the best wine for this gathering."
"You know how to brew wine?" Roger looked into Goway’s eyes.
"Hmph, I’m now the chief alchemist at Kaer Morhen, I’ve completed three recipe modifications."
"I have a bottle of newly configured Tendon-Softening Potion here, want to try it?"
"Tendon-Softening Potion?" Roger looked peculiar; he didn’t recall any similar potion in the library records.
"As the na suggests, want to try it?" Goway glanced at Roger with ill intent.
Caught off guard, Roger shivered, seemingly understanding sothing, quickly refusing, "Next ti, definitely next ti!"
Watching Goway leave, Roger really wanted to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead; it seed he wasn’t the only one who had changed over the seven years.
At this mont, a whistling sound ca from the sky outside, accompanied by the neighing of warhorses, a luxurious four-horse carriage ca stepping on clouds.
Running ahead were four pure white unicorns, the carriage glowed with various precious materials, and even each wheel was encrusted with gems.
"So flashy..." Roger couldn’t help but curl his lips. Just one look and he knew who was driving the carriage.
"Even if everyone changes, he won’t." Roger was a bit helpless; he also heard the thunderous cheers from within the castle.
"Mr. Henrik!"
"Henrik!"
"Look, those are the legendary unicorns, four of them with identical colors, without a trace of impurity. It’s said that only the purest maidens can communicate with unicorns; it seems Mr. Henrik indeed has a pure heart!"
A girl said.
"So that’s how it is." Another voluptuous girl said with a guilty face, "It seems last ti when he said he’d check my body, I really misunderstood him."
"Soone as pure as him, how could he have any filthy thoughts?"
"It’s my heart that wasn’t pure enough..."
Upon hearing the conversation between the two, Roger almost tripped over.
"Has his trickery leveled up?"
"His persona packaging seems pretty good."
Roger rubbed his chin, watching the carriage circling in the sky with no intention of landing.
"Oh... dear Henrik, long ti no see, should I give you an unexpected gift?"
In Roger’s eyes, there was no luxurious carriage or unicorn in the sky; he knew that after becoming a Demon Hunter, the first Dharma Seal Henrik mastered focused on bewitching people: Axis.
Roger chuckled secretly, curious about what would happen if he broke Henrik’s Dharma Seal and let everyone see his true form beneath the disguise.
That scene must be... thrilling.
After all, circling in the sky was Henrik, who, with all fours on the ground, looked like a wild dog.
"One ought to be fair."
But Roger suddenly rembered what Ingmar inadvertently ntioned just now.
"Bro, don’t bla ."
"You brought this on yourself!"
With that, he raised his hand and gently pointed.
A mont later, the entire world fell silent.
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