Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 43: Chapter 043 Handling

“Tch!”

A dagger pierced into the soft belly of a wild wolf, then sliced open its abdomen, releasing a nauseating stench as the wolf’s innards spilled out like a flood breaching a dam.

It didn’t even hit the ground before it was completely dead.

The whole motion was done in one fluid movement—in just a few seconds, Roger, like a butcher swiftly preparing a cow, found the impossible in the minutest details and finished his target with two strikes.

As soon as he completed this, Roger’s tension relaxed, and that peculiar sense of extreme slowness vanished. Before he had time to marvel, an irresistible itching sensation welled up from his eyes.

Tears streamed down his face.

“Thump!”

Rip clutched his chest and fell to the ground as a certain power within him subsided, his excessively grown hair and beard slowly returning to normal. Struggling, he spat out his last words to the young man standing with a dagger.

“Mr. Sherman won’t let you get away with this.”

“Haha, I’ll be waiting for you below!”

With that, he coughed up blood and breathed his last.

“Phew…”

Roger also let out a long breath and sat down against a large tree. He looked at the dagger in his hand, its blade now full of notches, and upon closer inspection, even the body of the blade had cracks.

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“Useless after just one go.”

Shaking his head in resignation, Roger desperately wished for a real weapon.

A weapon befitting a Demon Hunter.

After a brief rest, Roger pushed himself up with the help of the tree.

The fight had been brief, yet it had drained nearly all of Roger’s energy. He had prepared meticulously for the battle, including several contingencies that went unused.

With Sherman’s potential retaliation, Roger had temporarily averted his crisis. However, this didn’t ease his sense of urgency; on the contrary, it increased.

“Sherman will be even more formidable than this guy, and then there’s Ivy…”

“I don’t even know what level they’re on.”

This fight had allowed Roger to integrate all the techniques he had absorbed before. More importantly, he distinctly felt much stronger than when he was on the island—not by a little, but by a significant margin.

His strength and skill were steadily improving, but most crucial was his mindset.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, Roger sighed softly.

This was his second time killing someone. Unlike the passive nature of the first, this time, Roger had been proactive, setting the trap before his opponent had the chance to act, with the time and place carefully selected by him.

In the darkness, an ordinary person’s vision would surely be impaired, but Roger had taken the Night Cat Potion. Coupled with the surprise of the Beast Trap, he certainly had held the upper hand. Still, victory was not easy.

“There’s still so much for me to improve…”

Truth be told, Roger preferred the traditional Longsword over the elf dagger. Maybe after he elevated his Universal Sword Techniques to a higher level, new skills would open up?

“Next up, disposing of the body.”

The wild wolf was manageable, its heart and eyes could be used as Alchemy Materials, but this guy…

Roger found himself in a bind.

Hiding a body is a dilemma all killers must face—a single misstep can lead to dire consequences.

Even though this world possessed Transcendent forces, mundane power was not to be underestimated. Roger might look strong now, but he stood no chance against proper weaponry.

“Should I stage it as a wild animal attack?”

Roger’s eyes lit up with the idea, but he quickly dismissed it, as there were several knife wounds on the body, especially the Penetrating stab through the heart.

Leaving the body exposed in the wilderness, Roger was not sure how many days it would take for wild animals to devour it completely. If someone else discovered it before then…

Moreover, Roger noticed another issue. During the fight with him, the wild wolf that had leapt out of the shrubbery from start to finish had only attacked him exclusively.

If there were no connection between these two occurrences, Roger would never believe it.

This also indirectly confirmed one suspicion, Sherman was definitely related to the recent wolf attack incident. The question remained whether Ivy was also involved.

Adeline had mentioned that though Ivy had sent a lawyer to investigate Kant’s case, she herself had not made an appearance since then and her whereabouts were unknown.

Apart from the wolf that had been brought by special means, in fact, there were no traces of wild beasts around the forest’s outskirts. If Roger were to just throw the body in the wilderness…

He worried that the wolves, like before, would ignore the corpse.

Although this place was rarely frequented by people, forest rangers would occasionally pass through. Leaving the body out in the open was simply too risky.

Although Roger had established Sherman’s connection with the wolf attack, there was one thing he still couldn’t quite understand. On the day of the incident, Sherman’s son Bob had also been at the scene.

Was the man really so deranged that he’d contemplate killing his own son?

Or did he have some kind of method that would prevent those wild beasts from attacking his son?

Roger pondered in silence, feeling that he was getting closer to the truth.

In order to facilitate his daytime entry into the forest for preparations, Roger had once used an excuse to have Greg cause some trouble for Sherman. From Greg’s attitude, it was not difficult to deduce that the man must have been a newcomer.

“Should I bury him?”

“But where should I bury him?”

After much contemplation, a spark of spiritual light suddenly flashed through Roger’s mind, and he thought of an excellent spot.

“Is there a better place to hide a dead body than a graveyard?”

Carefully erasing the traces around him, Roger removed the wolf’s heart and eyes, then hoisted the body on his back and started walking towards the cabin.

A 200-pound body would have been nearly impossible for the old Roger to carry or even drag, but now, though heavy, it wasn’t unbearable.

Naturally, Roger moved very slowly with the body on his back, and by the time he arrived at the cabin in the forest, it was the latter half of the night.

Finding a shovel from within the cabin, Roger looked for an empty space and began to dig. His strength was great, and soon a deep pit appeared before him.

Before tossing in the body, he suddenly thought of something. Searching from top to bottom, he found a wallet, a car key, and as for the dagger, Roger had taken it earlier.

The quality of the dagger was far superior to the cheap one Roger had been using, with a perfect length and weight.

It was a pity that he couldn’t show it off openly for the time being.

After completing all of this, Roger dragged the body over, ready to push it into the pit. But just then, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Burying a body?”

A chill surged to the top of his head; Roger’s hair stood on end, and for a moment, his head buzzed, and his heart felt as if it would jump out of his chest!

“Someone has discovered me!”

“What should I do?”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Roger struggled to stay calm, but the thought of the terrible consequences that would follow made it impossible for him to relax.

He wanted to turn around, but his neck felt as if it had rusted, and he turned stiffly to look.

In the darkness, a figure appeared before his eyes.