Chapter 498: Chapter 481: Choice (Two in One)_2 Chapter 498: Chapter 481: Choice (Two in One)_2 “For us, there is danger there, but there is also opportunity.”
“All the higher-ups in the Secret Blood Family have been persuaded, and we plan to enter that world with Tamara.”
Goway’s expression was jubilant.
“Ordinary mbers of the Secret Blood Family aren’t even qualified to know, and I only know because I’ve entered the Third Tier. As the Guardian for my promotion ceremony, and your strength is also there for all to see.”
“So, you can enter that place with !”
“The source of the Black Tide…”
Roger thought back to his recent experience.
That was clearly a fragnt of the Shadow World, and the corresponding reality was… the source of the Black Tide!
It seed she could see the hesitation in Roger.
“I understand what you’re worried about. Tamara’s motives are likely not pure, and she might be thinking of using us.”
“But what of it?”
“Without strength, you’re at the rcy of others; the only difference is how long it takes and the thod they use. Now that we have a choice, we must seize it!”
“A hundred years ago, Green wasn’t as strong as we are, but if he could do it, so can we!”
Goway clenched her fists, “I don’t want what happened to Grace to be repeated.”
“What about you?”
“Want to give it a try?”
“Or…”
Honestly, Roger really hesitated.
He didn’t know what Green had gone through in that world, nor was he clear about the source of Gawain’s ssage, but the Elder of Shadows in the fragnt of the Shadow World he had seen with his own eyes.
The enhancent of his own strength was also obvious.
Looking at the current situation, Lilith was already prepared, and sneaking in like last ti was no longer possible.
He could only rely on the strength of others to enter that world, and then use it as a springboard to find the entrance to the hiding Elder of Shadows.
The identity of Bedivere had already died, and disguising as Lancelot was too difficult and easy to reveal flaws.
As things stood, there were only two ways for him to enter that world: Gawain and the Goway before him.
Roger wanted to persuade Goway not to risk going there, but he also knew the matter of Grace had a significant impact on her. With the increase of her strength, the mission of her race also weighed on her shoulders.
It really was a case of ‘with great power cos great responsibility’; she was left with almost no choice.
Gawain was an incredibly mysterious person, and Roger really didn’t want to have too much contact with him. If not for Tamara, Goway was Roger’s best choice.
But in front of him…
Continue to disguise himself as a Guardian, could it really dispel Tamara’s suspicions?
“Give so ti, I need to think about it.”
Roger wasn’t quite sure either.
The disappointnt in Goway’s eyes flashed by, but she still nodded, “You know how to find .”
“The energy near the passage was abnormal not long ago, and we are trying to stabilize the transmission passage. In at most three days, we’ll definitely set off.”
Goway looked at Roger, hesitated for a mont, but still said it,
“I hope to see you.”
After she finished speaking, she concentrated, everything in front of her disappeared, and her consciousness returned to reality. Goway stood up from the sofa and left through the door.
From beginning to end, Roger had not appeared.
In fact, he had already woken up from his sleep when Gaharad visited. He carefully checked himself and, apart from the energy deficit, he felt as good as new.
The channel inside his body was practically stable, and he was close to repairing the last missing part. At that point, there would definitely be a new change.
The increase in strength was just the surface; more important was the increased control over the Pale Blood within his body.
And the attack Roger unleashed in a critical mont under the oppression of Lilith also showed him a possible direction for the future.
It might be the state when the Dream Trials are completed.
Or perhaps, it is the state when the channel is completely stabilized and he generates his own Pale Blood.
But whichever it is, it represents absolute power.
The temporary outburst was still rough, and a lot of energy was wasted. After systematic enhancent and precise control, his power could reach the next level.
Roger tried to recall the feeling of that initial burst of power, feeling like he was onto sothing.
But such an attack is really a desperate, life-risking move. After one outburst, the body would be completely drained.
Push hard, then rest for two hours.
That was the state of the life-risking move at that ti.
After that strike, he wouldn’t even need to check the result of the battle; he could only flee.
Having replenished so of the drained energy, Roger got ready and teleported directly to the Graveyard Cabin.
In the Fairy Tale World, Amanda had fallen into a deep slumber. Her entire being, along with the Dragon Scale, was wrapped into a large cocoon, with the Dragon Scale pulsing red like a beating heart.
“Talent is really sothing unfair,” Roger checked Amanda’s condition and began to suspect the origin of the girl’s bloodline.
Adeline was just an ordinary woman, and her father was rarely ntioned, so Roger could only sketch out the image of a middle-aged man obsessed with mysticism.
However, even if her father’s bloodline was special, the sheer difference between transcendent life and ordinary people made reproduction and inheritance particularly difficult.
This also couldn’t explain Amanda’s strength.
Without dwelling on the issue any further, Roger pushed open the door and left the cabin, changing his appearance and taking a stroll around the town.
He saw Adeline and Greg leaving the police station together, laughing and talking, then heading to the supermarket to shop and going ho together.
As for what happened after, Roger wasn’t clear.
He even disguised himself again and sat at the Hunter’s Bar.
The atmosphere in Arnia was very different from that in Europe, apparently, the hidden worlds behind different regions really did vary.
“I really should take the opportunity to travel to other places.”
“As a qualified Demon Hunter, it seems that being nomadic and traversing the world is the norm.”
“Drinking, hunting monsters, and then experiencing different cultures, the alternation of power, and the strife of factions are all unrelated to us.”
Lost in thought, Roger heard the sound of a chair being dragged, and a drunken woman sat down opposite him.
“Bang!”
The woman placed a mostly empty bottle of alcohol on the table, staring into Roger’s eyes with a hint of confusion on her face.
“I don’t know why, but your eyes remind of a friend from the past.”
“Haha!”
A burst of laughter ca from a nearby table, where a Beard Man in a gray plaid shirt and dark blue jeans let out a loud whistle.
“Ingmar, just how lonely can you get, hitting on a strange man the first ti he shows up in the bar!”
“Thud!”
A flying bottle was the response to Beard Man.
Beard Man caught the bottle with a grin, “That’s so good alcohol!”
“Next ti you need it, feel free to call !”
“Get lost!”
Ingmar exploded, “Don’t think I can’t guess the filthy thoughts you all have.”
“How many of you genuinely want to sleep with ?”
“It’s all because of Henrik, because of so relationship I have with him, hmph.”
Ingmar scoffed.
“Look at the lot of you.”
“I really should give him a call, let him co back and visit.”
“By the way… seduce the bunch of bitches hanging around you guys!”
“Oh, Lord!”
The crowd jeered.
“Ingmar, that’s too vicious!”
“I’d rather have a leg broken than find Henrik’s shoes hidden in my closet when I get ho!”
“Get over it, Ingmar, Henrik has beco younger and more handso, his strength has also significantly improved, and at the sa ti, he’s beco the interim chairman of the Hunters Guild.”
“But clearly, he couldn’t handle your special demands, so that’s why he ran off!”
People jeered in agreent.
Indifferent to the comnt, Ingmar shrugged it off, “A bunch of rude idiots.”
“You don’t understand what a woman wants.”
She sat lopsided in her chair, casually picking up the cup in front of Roger.
After draining it in one gulp, her nose and eyebrows wrinkled together.
“A cup of plain water…”
“You’re the second person I’ve seen drinking this damn thing in a bar.”
Roger chuckled.
“No, I bet I’m the first.”
“I don’t believe any other Demon Hunter would do this besides .”
Ingmar’s gaze grew fuzzy, looking at Roger sitting opposite her as if she was seeing soone else.
“These fools know nothing, there’s no feast that won’t co to an end, especially for Demon Hunters.”
“Drink, brag, fight.”
She sighed.
“I’ve put down the sword, but I can’t let go of the life I used to live.” She slurred and then dozed off leaning on the chair.
Looking at Ingmar who had grown much weaker and older, a strange emotion flickered in Roger’s eyes.
You see, the female Demon Hunter he knew was never one to get drunk.
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