Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Spirit Medium

Seeing Roger take away the Witch’s Grass, Hathaway actually showed a look of gratitude on her face.

Indeed, she herself knew that although Witch’s Grass was rare, its applications were too narrow, naturally limiting its value.

Roger’s action was probably just to give her peace of mind, and with this thought, his image in her heart suddenly grew.

“Cough cough.”

Henrik shot Roger a look, “You, young man, have a knack for wooing women, huh?”

Roger shrugged helplessly.

Witch’s Grass was indeed a raw material he needed, and that Ingmar also knew some information related to the Saint Heir, which was very important for Roger as well.

Even without these two reasons, just on account of all that Henrik had done for him, the risk was worth taking.

“Now you should feel relieved.”

Henrik said comfortingly.

“Go back and wait patiently, we will notify you once there is any news.”

“No!”

Unexpectedly, the girl shook her head stubbornly.

“I want to go with you.”

“You?”

Henrik frowned.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t agree to that. It involves Transcendent events; it’s too dangerous. You’re just an ordinary person, and I can’t afford to be distracted by protecting you in the face of danger.”

“Who says I’m an ordinary person?”

Hathaway said proudly, her head held high.

“I am a Spirit Medium, and one that can enchant bullets and weapons.”

“Besides, my perception is very strong, I have a sharp premonition of danger and can perform some simple divinations through spirit communication.”

“Take me with you, I can definitely be of help!”

Hathaway looked at Henrik earnestly.

“You?”

“A Spirit Medium?”

Henrik was skeptical.

“Don’t believe me?”

“Hand me your gun.”

Hathaway held out her hand.

Dubiously, Henrik handed over the handgun. Hathaway supported it with one hand, her expression solemn, then a hint of light shimmered from the index finger of her other hand.

Snap!

The white light touched Henrik’s magazine, and a violent surge of Energy erupted. She ejected the magazine and pulled out the bullets from within.

The once ordinary bullets now had a faint white glow around them; though the light seemed weak, one could clearly sense the contained Energy.

“How about that?”

Hathaway said somewhat proudly.

“It’s really true?!”

“If you have such abilities, why does your mother try so hard to keep you away from mystical events?”

“Mom said, my power is not suited for combat and could possibly attract unwanted trouble if others found out.”

Henrik nodded in agreement, “Having such abilities without the strength to match is indeed somewhat tragic.”

“Besides that, do you have any other abilities?”

“Spirit Whip.”

“It’s the only attack method I have mastered. It forms an attack weapon by gathering the fragments of spirits drifting in the void, but my abilities are limited, so I can barely protect myself.”

Hathaway said somewhat embarrassedly.

After a moment’s thought, Henrik nodded, “In that case, come with us.”

Considering that Hathaway was a Spirit Medium, her exceptionally strong perception could bring a lot of convenience in search missions.

With the strength he and Roger currently possessed, as long as they did not encounter too troublesome an enemy, self-preservation was still no problem.

Seeing the girl’s abilities, Roger also felt some novelty, and it was only after communicating that he came to understand.

Unlike Exorcists with actual combat capabilities, most Spirit Mediums did not have strong offensive power, but although they could not directly engage in battle, the uniqueness of their abilities could still play a significant role at critical moments.

Take Linda, for example, her spiritual power was strong. As a Dream Diviner, she could see through some omens in reality through dreams.

Under her command, the Hunters Sub-guild of Bordeaux City had not experienced any severe casualty incidents for a long time.

After discussing for a while, the three left the bar.

Henrik used some connections and soon found the exact locations of Jofu and Veronica.

Jofu, due to business issues, indeed wasn’t in Bordeaux City, but Veronica was still here, only hidden in a place inaccessible to ordinary people.

Dream of Bordeaux.

An entertainment venue that serviced only top-tier tycoons.

As night fell, a car slowly stopped on the street near Dream of Bordeaux.

“From here on, it’s up to you.”

Henrik cheered Roger on.

“This place has comprehensive entertainment facilities, and that woman has been in there for several days without stepping out once. If we want to find out what’s happened, we’ll need to find a way to get close to her, or get her out of there.”

He gave Roger a suggestive look, “This mission can only be entrusted to you.”

“Why don’t you go yourself?”

“Do you think I want to?” Henrik cried out indignantly.

“But that woman is only interested in a young body like yours. An old fellow like me wouldn’t even get in before being chased out by the guards!”

As the most top-notch entertainment venue in Bordeaux City, Dream of Bordeaux used almost all known defensive measures in the market to ensure the safety of its consumers.

With their abilities, dreaming of sneaking out a powerful live person without anyone noticing was pure fantasy.

So Henrik suggested an idea: to find a way to get Roger on the public relations team.

What remained…

Cough cough, was to approach Veronica by unspeakable means, and then inquire about Ingmar’s whereabouts.

Although Henrik fancied himself as suave, to be realistic, from an appearance standpoint, Roger could crush him to dust.

His physical quality had officially broken through human limits, which brought Roger not only strength but also extreme beauty.

With a well-proportioned skeleton and muscles that were full yet not bloated, one could feel the boundless power contained within just by visual observation after breaking through the limits.

Add to this Roger’s youthful and handsome appearance, as well as the Sharpness that naturally exuded after reaching a certain level in swordsmanship.

All these factors combined made Henrik firmly believe that as long as Roger mixed into the team, he would definitely catch Veronica’s attention.

At the moment, there were no better options, and to save someone, Roger reluctantly agreed to it.

However, before parting, Henrik kept instructing Roger to focus on the bigger picture. Although Veronica was a famously beautiful woman, he must not be distracted by her beauty and forget the main task.

Heh heh.

Roger clearly read envy in Henrik’s eyes.

Henrik had used some method to successfully infiltrate Roger into the public relations team.

He took the opportunity to look around; those accompanying him were all young men with robust figures and handsome faces like his.

They seemed to frequent this place often, with a few acting very familiar, even talking about the odd things they encountered while serving the high-class ladies.

“Hey, buddy!”

A curly-haired hunk patted Roger on the shoulder, “What’s your name? It seems like the first time I’ve seen you.”

Roger gave his name, everything here being very unfamiliar to him, and he did not want to appear too out of place.

“I’m Jackson.”

The curly-haired young man was very affable.

“You look pretty strong.”

Just then, the descending elevator opened, and an elegantly poised woman in a sheath dress stepped in.

She snapped her fingers, “Get them changed. It’s about to start down below!”