Chapter 557: Chapter 511: It’s Not a Matter of Superiority, But of Hierarchy (Two in One)_2 Chapter 557: Chapter 511: It’s Not a Matter of Superiority, But of Hierarchy (Two in One)_2 What Roger didn’t know was that the Dragonborn he thought of were rely hybrids with dragon bloodlines, whereas what was manifesting in Amanda was no longer just simple Earth Dragon bloodline.
Among Magicians, most understand Dragonborn as being much like what was present in Lancelot, but as for Amanda…
Roger didn’t have a particular understanding of Magician cultivation, he only knew that Magicians fundantally pursued spiritual cultivation while also tracing their bloodline’s origin.
The previous stages were all about purifying the special bloodline one possessed. Starting from Third Tier, when they moved to Fourth Tier, they also needed to condense their own Pale Blood.
But the Pale Blood of Magicians was different from Bloodline Hunters; they needed to use the bloodline contained within them as a base, extending upwards in spirit, reaching out to connect with more powerful ancient creatures.
This was a very dangerous process.
A normal Magician might initially awaken the Firebird bloodline and purify it to extract a trace of a higher-tiered Fla Feather Beast, but beyond that…
To progress further, one needed more than just simple bloodline purification; it involved more complex and dangerous spiritual Contemplation and construction.
Too many Magicians during this process suffered from ntal backlash due to greed, not to ntion that this was only the first stage. How to obtain that trace of pure Pale Blood from the creatures they connected and contemplated in spirit,
was the crux of the matter.
With Roger’s understanding of Magician advancent, he couldn’t detect the differences in Amanda after her recent promotion, so he was more concerned about another matter.
“That seed Margaret left in your body…”
“It’s still there.”
A trace of confusion flashed across Amanda’s face, “Margaret is a Third Tier Magician, certainly much stronger than , but I have now also entered Tier Three.”
“During my advancent, I tried to break this spell, but unfortunately, I failed.”
Amanda spread open her hands, and Roger could see a faint mark over her chest.
Although Roger also wanted to behave as a gentleman of integrity, in the end, he followed his heart and fixed his gaze on that mark.
“It’s indeed strange.”
“According to Grace, the situation was clear at the ti. Margaret should have been drained of her blood by Green, was she hiding so kind of thod?”
“Or did Green simply not kill her in his haste?”
Shaking his head, Roger decided not to ponder this question anymore. He had already made up his mind.
As the mark on her chest disappeared, Roger handed over the clothes he had prepared for Amanda.
“Although I can’t erase this mark, I’ve at least temporarily sealed its feedback. Margaret shouldn’t be able to detect it for the ti being.”
As Amanda dressed, she spoke.
“That’s good news.” Roger, who was already dressed, stepped forward and took Amanda’s hand, “I have sothing else I should tell you.”
“About Adeline.”
Before going to see Adeline, Amanda changed her appearance back to what it was when she left Baytown.
After dropping Amanda off near Adeline’s house, Roger did not proceed further; the remaining ti belonged to mother and daughter. He nodded to Amanda and then turned to leave.
When he returned to the Graveyard Cabin, Roger didn’t find Anna, but discovered a letter pinned to a book.
After reading the letter in his hands, the mark of the Igni Dharma Seal flashed on his palm.
The letter was short, with just two lines.
“I have left.”
“I’ll co back to find you when necessary.”
Roger smiled, knowing Anna had just played a harmless joke. Anna’s departure, on one hand, was to truly experience the world.
On the other hand, it was to seek a way to repair the Magic Mirror. Although she didn’t have much experience herself, Lilith’s mories could fill in many gaps.
Anna might have gone, but several days earlier, she had entrusted Roger with the treasures from the Magic Mirror, which once belonged to Lilith, handing them over all at once.
Most of them were of little use to Roger at his current level, but in the future…
When training new Demon Hunters, these items would prove to be extrely valuable.
Concerning the training base for Demon Hunters, Roger had been contemplating. Unlike the Hunter’s Cabin, the location of the base was crucial.
“High Mountain Castle or Swamp Forest?”
A majestic structure erged in his mind.
Roger had made his decision.
Roger turned down Henrik’s invitation, but the two still made plans to take a trip to Bordeaux in a few days.
In fact, there was nothing urgent, but according to Henrik’s own words, “Those bums in the bars must miss the days I spent in Bordeaux imnsely.”
Looking into Henrik’s twinkling eyes, Roger had almost guessed his plan.
“Do so human things for once; I’ve heard that a few hunters are planning to marry their companions, and going after those won again would provoke public outrage.”
Henrik looked at Roger with contempt, “Buddy, listen to your word choice, seduce?”
“That word is an insult to . The world is just so unfair—it’s my charm that ruins their hearts.”
Henrik bragged shalessly.
Roger felt sowhat helpless. With a guy like Henrik, his only plan upon returning must be to show off…
Such a shaful act, Roger declared he would definitely not go.
Entering the Shadow Cottage, Roger ca to the middle of the garden. With a thought, the broken body of the Elder of Shadows erged from the ground.
He did not reach out to touch the weapon piercing through his body.
Even if it was just ordinary tal, having been soaked in the blood of the Elder of Shadows, it had likely already had its properties changed.
Roger had indeed thought about taking possession of the weapon, but to no avail.
He placed his palm on the chest of the Elder of Shadows, concentrated his attention, and slowly relaxed his breathing. Soon, everything around him disappeared, and his vision was filled with red.
In the flowing red river, Roger searched. After an unknown amount of ti, his spirit perked up, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Found you!”
…
“We’re off, we’re finally off!”
A cruise ship slowly left the harbor, its deck filled with faces excited and cheerful; so leaned against the railing, waving their hands vigorously downward.
Among the crowd, a handso young man glanced at the midday sun, and though surrounded by noise, he was reluctant to miss out on the wonderful sunshine.
“Hey, handso, could you take a picture for us?”
The young man was resting with his eyes closed when unexpectedly a pleasant voice ca from beside him.
Opening his eyes, he saw a blonde girl with fair skin, not very tall, but with an extravagantly ample bust. At the mont, her pretty face was flushed with excitent, her watery eyes fixed on the young man before her.
“No, I’d like to be alone for a while.”
The young man shook his head and declined.
“Oh… Where are you from, what are you going to Sunrise for?”
The girl’s enthusiasm was not dimd by the young man’s refusal; she did not retract her cara-holding arm, instead, she took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
“My mother has a company in Sunrise. Although I’m not from there, I’m quite familiar with the place. Previously, my visits were just flying in and out. It’s my first ti by boat.”
“My na’s Annie, how about you?”
The girl extended her pale hand.
The young man sighed, resignedly replying, “Gawain.”
“Knight Gawain?”
The girl with a flushed face sized up Gawain, “I’ve heard this story, it suits you well.”
She stepped half a step closer while speaking, the deck was very crowded, and the distance between the two was now very close, but the girl seed oblivious, continuing to speak.
“Do you know why I’m going to Sunrise?”
After changing several topics and seeing Gawain’s lack of reaction, the girl lowered her voice—a gesture that was, of course, only deceiving herself.
“Do you know, lots of strange things have been happening in Europe lately. Although the countries are trying their best to cover it up, many people are discussing it.”
Annie’s words succeeded in drawing the attention of a few young people around them, who crowded closer, chattering all at once.
“It’s more than just rumors; I’ve even experienced it myself,” a plump white girl with a freckled face declared loudly.
“Really? No way!” Annie imdiately widened her eyes.
“The death bus of Lepston town.”
The girl lifted her head, “That happened just on the street next to my house.”
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