Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Upon hearing Roger's words, the face of the elder in the purple robe darkened with a trace of displeasure.

"Swearing on the honor of the entire race, within the range of our capabilities, your requests will be fulfilled."

"Is this satisfactory?"

"Now you can stop, or let us intervene directly!" In his final sentence, a hint of threat was already evident.

The Twelve Dragon Envoys each have powerful individual strength, backed by a mighty race, not to mention the entire force of the Dragon Court supporting them.

Naturally, they are treated with great respect, but Roger, standing here, is different; this is the Ancestral Land of the Silver Dragon Clan, the core of their power, filled with confidence.

"Very well."

Roger initially nodded but quickly changed his expression slightly.

"Your proposal seems reasonable, but he struck first. If we just let it go..."

As Roger spoke, he mysteriously appeared beside Ares, with the longsword held high in his hand.

"What are you doing?!"

Ares was already in bitter pain at this point, yet he managed to barely dodge the sword swung by Roger.

The memories from before were too profound, and he didn't dare to gamble.

Swoosh.

Roger's sword missed, and at this time, the surrounding barriers shattered with a boom. "Stop it, Mr. Roger, before we become enemies!"

"Oh?"

Roger let out a soft snort, but immediately Ares's face changed dramatically; he seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and countless cracks appeared on his body instantly.

The glow of the Alder Sword Seal flickered and disappeared, Roger silently sheathed his weapon, then glanced at the elder in the purple robe who appeared beside him.

"Is this how your Silver Dragon Clan treats guests?"

Seeing Ares's pale face, but appearing to be out of life-threatening danger, the elder's tense expression gradually relaxed.

"What a farce. Please give us time to handle our domestic affairs, as for the request agreed upon just now..."

"I want to see your Dragon Canon." Roger interrupted him directly.

"That's impossible, that's only for the Dragon King and..."

Someone began to speak.

"Enough, I agree." The elder coldly interrupted, "I have only one condition; leave immediately after viewing it!"

"Fine."

"I'll go with you, Mr. Roger!"

A familiar voice spoke, it was Kenneth with a determined look.

The main reason for his return was to save his mother, and the ordeal he went through made him understand many things.

"He can go; you cannot." The elder shook his head, "Though your power is lacking, since Lord Ulmanis holds high hopes for you, you must strive hard."

"Moreover, regarding Emil's death, many details still need to be investigated."

Kenneth's face showed displeasure as he glanced at Roger, who nodded slightly, giving him a reassuring signal.

Ares no longer posed any threat.

While there might be a chance to repair the shattered Ring of Rules, what about the collapsed and disappeared?

No one knew, and at this point, a silver statue had appeared in the Hunter's Cabin.

"Rest well, soon I will send someone to deliver the Dragon Canon to you." Leaving this final sentence, the elder turned to leave.

With him, he took the distraught Ares.

"Such a complex situation."

After ensuring Kenneth's safety, Roger decided not to deeply involve himself in the internal matters of the Silver Dragon Clan. Obtaining the right to view the Dragon Canon through another method also avoided burdening Kenneth with responsibility.

At this moment, Roger somewhat understood Ares's thoughts. What that guy aimed to do might not entirely be for himself.

Kenneth led Roger to a side hall to rest, briefly explaining the current situation.

Although Roger didn't spell it out, he implied Ares's injuries.

As he was talking, a middle-aged man dressed in a purple robe with silver trim entered the hall, carrying not a book, but a scroll.

"The seal is temporarily lifted; it can only be used here once. After viewing, I will seal and take it away directly."

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Kenneth got up intending to leave.

"You may stay here; after all, this item is something you'll need to view sooner or later." This statement essentially confirmed Kenneth's status in the race.

"Very considerate." Roger thought quietly; if staying with Kenneth, the probability of tampering with the scroll would be much lower.

"Let's begin."

Roger and Kenneth stood together, as the middle-aged man unfurled the scroll, everything before them changed, consciousness seemed to be plunged into another world.

Roger wasn't sure how long had passed, but he came to his senses and realized he was still standing in the same place. The middle-aged man opposite him was staring at him in shock.

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man hid his surprise, "Have you gotten what you wanted? If so, can you leave now?"

"What's up with him?" Roger glanced at Kenneth, who was standing beside him.

"The absorption of knowledge requires a process. Please do not disturb him, or the Dragon Canon will shut down completely," the middle-aged man replied.

"How much longer?" Roger frowned slightly.

There were still things he wanted to say to Kenneth.

"It's difficult to judge."

"But the faster it's completed, the stronger the overall power becomes," the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment but answered truthfully.

It seemed this was another form of testing.

"Please come with me."

The middle-aged man led the way. "The Ancestral Land can reach almost all major worlds under the Dragon Court's jurisdiction; please inform me in advance if you have a specific target."

Seeing Kenneth showed no signs of waking up soon, Roger decided not to wait here any longer.

Having obtained the information, leaving immediately was the right choice.

"Let's go to Taragel," Roger responded.

"That place..." The middle-aged man answered moments later.

"Found it, there are related records, but that's a low-energy world lacking direct access. Moreover, your entry will cause a great impact on that world."

"If you must go, you can choose to take a detour."

The middle-aged man provided detailed directions, and Roger nodded, secretly memorizing it.

Right now, trouble surrounded him. In the areas governed by the Dragon Court, things were fine; leaving here to cross dimensions would be fraught with danger.

The best way to return home was through branch bases.

The world Roger chose was where Yield and Potterla hailed from.

Since he saved the child in Potterla's womb, the couple were extremely grateful to Roger. After transforming their cultivation method, their strong foundation of trust allowed them to advance rapidly.

To achieve his goal, they were the ideal choice.

A pillar of light shot up into the sky, and soon the middle-aged man returned to the side of the purple-robed elder.

"He left. How long did he need to absorb the information within the Dragon Canon?"

That wasn't an ordinary book; many scenes completely recreated the circumstances when events occurred. This wasn't an ordinary Illusion Technique, after all, as there were many powerful presences; simulating even a portion of them was incredibly difficult.

To acquire this part of the information doesn't require reading ability but a powerful soul and strength, so the speed of absorption naturally reflects the level of strength.

"He only used three breaths!"

"What?" The elder's face turned grim, "Does this guy have an entire world inside his head? How could he be so fast?"

"Are you sure he didn't quit midway because of disturbances?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Alright, go down." He waved his hand irritably, and soon the room was left with a solitary figure.

No one knew how much time had passed when someone rushed in hurriedly, and moments later, a deafening roar echoed across the mountain peak.

"What's wrong?"

"What could make the Great Elder so furious?"

Many clan members raised their heads in confusion.

"The Ring of Rules has shattered completely. Good, very good!"

"I, Brad Miller, haven't suffered such a loss in a thousand years!"

In the dead of night.

Watching the guards shut the doors, isolating the room from the outside world, Patrick's heart sank to the bottom.

In the silent room, even breathing sounded particularly grating.

"Father..." Patrick did not turn around.

"My dear son..." A pale face appeared in the darkness.

"Look at what you've done?"

Patrick's body trembled.

"Do you think if I crushed your head right now, it would grow back?"

"No... let me explain... Ah!"

"Snap!"

The room returned to silence again, and after a long time, a pathological laugh echoed out.