Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Distribution of Strengths Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Distribution of Strengths “So I fought tooth and nail only to make a wedding dress for this old fart?”
“You’re the acting chairman now?”
“You?”
Roger couldn’t help but snort derisively.
He could even imagine the scene when the entire Hunters Guild turned into an all-female staff.
What was even more fatal was that all the female staff had been in bed with this guy.
“Just acting, not officially appointed yet.”
Henrik’s face blossod into a smile.
“I am now the top Elite Hunter, and I might advance even further at any mont. Besides, I’ve awakened my bloodline, officially making a Blood Hunter.”
“Young and powerful, I played the most significant role in the entire New Moon City incident. Now tell …”
“Buddy, who else would they pick at a ti like this but ?”
Henrik waved his hand, motioning for the woman in the room to leave.
“Heh.”
Roger sneered coldly.
“I was the one who found the problem, I was the one who made the contributions, and I was the one fighting desperately in the frontlines.”
“Since when did all these achievents get stacked on your head?”
“Haha.”
Henrik just laughed.
“We’re brothers, aren’t we? What’s yours is mine.”
Roger blinked.
He always felt he had heard such shaless words sowhere before.
“Oh, right, there’s another thing.”
Henrik added again.
“Rember Hilltop Manor?”
“The one where we ambushed Dickinson.”
“Because of its crucial geographical location, the Guild has decided after discussion that I should manage the manor and the passageways.”
“Aha!”
“Buddy, do you get what that ans?”
“The manor is mine now!”
Roger’s cheeks twitched; he felt there was absolutely no need to have made this call.
A rustling of papers was heard.
“There’s an agreent on the table.”
“You actually managed to trick that old man into transferring the entire manor and assets to you.”
“Impressive, impressive!”
“As for the stuff behind the bookshelf…”
“Click!”
Roger hung up the phone without hesitation, unable to listen any longer. If he kept listening, he feared he might not be able to take it and would end up going back to sock Henrik in the face.
“How can soone be so shaless?!”
“I’m out there risking my life, and this guy’s reaping the benefits from behind.”
Roger sighed.
Oh well, it was still better for Henrik to get the benefits than for them to fall into the Guild’s hands.
Despite Henrik’s cunning little face, Roger guessed that in order to get the manor and keep what was inside a secret, Henrik must have put in a lot of effort.
This guy talked flippantly, but in fact, he was probably doing it with the intention of saving it for Roger, just a bit of evil pleasure in his personality.
“The manor’s one thing, but that secretary…”
Roger always had the feeling that Henrik would do sothing to that woman.
What’s a secretary for?
Others might not know, but Henrik…
Heh heh.
Since Abraham fled, Roger cannot return to Bordeaux for quite a long ti. He needs to heal his wounds, find a place to settle down, and then strive to enhance his strength.
The special relationship between Roger and Abraham dictated that only one of them could live.
If Roger didn’t increase his strength to match Abraham’s before their next encounter, his troubles would likely beco quite serious.
He pulled out the domino he always carried with him. The once exquisite domino was now covered with fine cracks; Roger tried calling out, and a chaotic consciousness responded from within the domino.
Anna gave no response.
If it hadn’t been for Anna sacrificing herself that day to give Roger an opportunity, he probably wouldn’t have been able to break through and absorb the Pale Blood.
At the mont when her spiritual body was on the verge of collapse, Anna made a request to Roger. Now, if he wanted to repair the cracks on the domino and bring Anna’s spiritual body forth, ordinary thods likely wouldn’t work.
Roger needed to find the remaining parts of Anna’s body to awaken the sliver of consciousness sleeping in the domino.
“The Stuart Family… from Engelman,”
Roger thought to himself.
After tidying up briefly and changing his clothes, Roger went to sleep.
The wooden bed that didn’t restore energy and the side effects of the Snake Eye Potion were greater than he had anticipated; this wasn’t sothing he could recover from with ditation.
His physique, which had been enhanced by the spinal fluid of the demonic bull monster, was indeed very powerful. The external wounds had completely healed, and even the internal damage was showing signs of improvent.
Closing his eyes and concentrating, Roger could even see a network of pale veins crisscrossing inside his body.
According to the standard pace of a Demon Hunter’s cultivation, Roger was ready to enter the next phase at any ti.
However, after becoming a Transcendent, Roger’s advancent diverged from that of a typical Demon Hunter.
Ordinary Demon Hunters, upon reaching Transcendence, would strive to stimulate the growth of new organs and continue improving their physical condition.
The improvent of physical condition brought about ntal growth, a passive increase. So exceptionally talented individuals would also try to engage in ditation practices.
But most Demon Hunters would stop at that point.
Further advancent was mostly left to the pathways of Blood Hunters.
For ordinary people, this was the limit; only an extrely rare type could go further and break through the Elite Hunter stage using a human body.
These individuals might not have the physical prowess of Blood Hunters, but their combat skills were more refined, each of them a master among Transcendents with weaponry.
They elevated combat to the pinnacle of artistry.
Waning Moon, New Moon, Full Moon, and Dawn.
These were the levels of strength that Roger was currently aware of among witches, and it was common practice to asure other Transcendents against these standards.
Demon Hunters had a much simpler classification.
Elite Hunter, Veteran Hunter.
Magicians differentiated their strengths by the purity of their bloodlines.
Impure, Corrupt, Pure, Pale.
Roger appeared to be an Elite Hunter, yet his actual combat power had already reached the peak of the New Moon level.
His advancent thod was unlike anyone else’s. It was unique to the Hunter’s Cabin, and for now, his strength could only be labeled by the phases of his trials.
Grass, Dream, Mountain.
Beyond that, Roger knew no more.
In this world, Full Moon-level Transcendents were quite rare. As for those above Dawn, Roger seldom heard about them.
He was unsure whether it was because their numbers were so scarce or because they existed in an unknown place.
Upon waking up feeling the emptiness in his stomach, Roger was about to go to the dining hall to grab sothing to eat when he heard a commotion not far away.
“I’ve checked the list of everyone on the ship!” a deep voice said.
“What’s the deal with these people?”
“Who gave you the authority to bring others on board without permission!”
“Every person listed here is either rich or noble. Can you take responsibility if they have ulterior motives?”
Roger walked to the door, where the sailor who had previously helped them board was wiping sweat and explaining.
“Sir, they were drowning…”
“Then at least you should have sought my consent!”
“Without my permission, no one is allowed to board this ship!”
Roger went forward and saw the young man who was speaking. When he saw his face, he was slightly startled.
He had actually seen this person before.
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