Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 37: Chapter 037 Meditation

Roger frowned.

He was now almost certain that Mar was the one who had been killed by a beast while following him.

But why would Bob’s father send someone to follow me?

This really left Roger scratching his head, what did he want to investigate? Or had he discovered something?

When it came to being followed, the first person Roger thought of was Ivy. He hadn’t been in this world for long and hadn’t had much interaction with others, making Ivy the most likely candidate.

But now…

The clues were disorganized, following any of them would lead to different conclusions.

“Tomorrow is Simpson’s funeral, after which there will be a memorial service at their house, do you want to go?”

Amanda suddenly asked.

Roger nodded quickly, “Let’s go, and see if there are any clues.”

The two of them exchanged a few more words, but Amanda clearly didn’t know much, and there was a lot of information Roger felt he couldn’t share with Amanda, so she left after a short while.

“Seeing you two getting along so well makes me feel relieved.”

As Roger was thinking, Adeline’s voice suddenly came from the doorway. Turning around, Roger saw Adeline, dressed in casual clothes, carrying two cups towards him.

“A cup of hot cocoa.”

“Ms. Adeline…”

“About Amanda and me…”

At that moment, Roger felt as though he’d been caught in the act of a secret rendezvous with a young girl by her parents.

“Hey, you don’t have to be nervous,”

Adeline said, amused by Roger’s appearance.

“That’s for you young people to decide. I won’t interfere too much. If you two really get along well…”

“I really think highly of you…”

“Amanda has never been close to me since she was little and became even more independent as she grew up. She had few friends at school, so seeing you two hit it off truly makes me happy for her.”

“Even though she often acts tough and doesn’t always say the nicest things, she doesn’t have a bad heart.”

Roger nodded as well, “She really is a good girl.”

“It’s a pity she’s not a female sorceress…” he silently added in his mind.

Huh?

Why am I thinking this?

“Tomorrow is Simpson’s funeral. I have prepared a suit for you. Although you only met him once, I think you should attend to bid him farewell.”

“No problem,” Roger nodded.

After some idle chat, Adeline left. Roger got up and was about to close the door when a redhead suddenly popped in.

Amanda looked at Roger warily, “What did Mom say to you just now?”

“She talked about the embarrassing stories of when you used to wet your pants,”

Roger said with a straight face.

“Really?”

Amanda’s fur almost exploded.

“Fake.”

Roger replied helplessly.

“Roger!!”

“Sorry, Miss Amanda, I’m really tired and going to sleep now. Good night!”

Roger waved his hand and, without waiting for Amanda’s response, slammed the door shut.

Shortly afterward, a piece of paper was slid under the door, “It’s very dangerous outside now, you are not allowed to go out at night.”

“I will be watching you!”

At the end, a fierce ghost face was drawn.

Feeling a warm sentiment, Roger carelessly tore the note to shreds.

Before confirming certain matters, he truly had no intention of entering the woods at night. On one hand, the chances of being attacked by wild beasts were higher; on the other, he was somewhat worried.

Was the other party simply tracking him, or were they plotting something else?

After locking the door, Roger sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

He took off his upper garments to allow his skin to make direct contact with the air. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, he closed his eyes. His breath gradually became longer, and he began to meditate according to the methods recorded in the manual.

After a while, he opened his eyes in frustration.

With so many experiences recently and numerous doubts lingering in his mind, his thoughts were too chaotic to calm down.

He fetched the hidden Concentration Potion, thought about it, and then put it back.

The potion indeed had amazing effects, but if he didn’t sleep in the Hunter’s Cabin, relying solely on natural sleep wouldn’t allow him to fully recover his energy even if two or three days passed.

There was still work to be done tomorrow.

Emptying his mind, he adjusted his breathing…

After a while, Roger opened his eyes again.

“Still no good.”

In fact, physical training and spiritual practice were entirely at odds with each other.

One was extremely active, the other extremely still.

This was also why there were so few geniuses who practiced both.

It was as difficult as expecting a sports fanatic to become a music prince in real life.

The Concentration Potion on the table reflected a unique glow in the moonlight. Seeing this, an idea suddenly popped into Roger’s mind.

He poured a glass of water and carefully dripped a few drops of the Concentration Potion into it.

After stirring it slightly, he drank the water from the glass in one gulp.

The potion quickly took effect, but compared to before, the effect was much weaker.

However, this was exactly what Roger wanted to see.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, his brain quickly became calm, his chest rose and fell with a special rhythm, and his mind felt like it was infused with a warm current.

After an unknown period, when Roger opened his eyes again and glanced at the clock on the wall, two hours had already passed.

It seemed as if meditation had counteracted his fatigue, and there were none of the usual side effects of the Concentration Potion. Realizing this, Roger was pleased.

This meant that he could replace sleep with meditation every night from now on.

And as his strength improved, he might gradually wean off the Potions and enter a meditative state on his own.

By then, he could even try using Concentration Potions after leaving the Hunter’s Cabin.

As long as he recovered the depleted energy afterward through meditation, but meditation wasn’t all-powerful; it couldn’t replace real sleep, after all, as it didn’t restore physical fatigue.

The time was nearing midnight. Roger cautiously approached the window and observed the street outside through the gap in the curtains.

Soon after, he indeed found some abnormalities.

“There’s someone in that blue Ford.”

Under the dim streetlights, Roger naturally couldn’t see through the car windows, but his prolonged observation let him notice occasional movements of the vehicle’s body.

Lovers wanting a tryst wouldn’t choose near a residential area at nearly midnight. Who would be so bored as to sit alone in a car?

Recording the license plate number, Roger paid it no more attention, sat cross-legged, and began a new round of meditation.

Over and over again, until the sky brightened.

He opened his eyes, his mind clear and his energy abundant, but his body was incredibly stiff from sitting cross-legged all night.

“It would be nice if this could be practiced lying down.”

Roger thought somewhat greedily.

Breakfast was simple yet nutritious. After eating, Little Jack was picked up by his aunt, and Adeline took Roger to Simpson’s house.

It was a two-story building near the edge of the town. The paint on the house’s exterior was peeling, which suggested that Simpson’s economic situation wasn’t very good.

Although Simpson’s house looked run-down, there was quite a large courtyard behind it, and he would be buried in the family graveyard there.

As he got out of the car, Roger inadvertently caught sight of an inconspicuous blue Ford parked at the roadside.