Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 161 - Attempt (4)

Chapter 161 -161: Attempt (4) Chapter 161 -161: Attempt (4) “Why do you ask?”

Just then, a servant brought Ingmar a glass of strong liquor with ice cubes in it, which the female Demon Hunter drank down without hesitation.

“Refill!”

“Aside from the Three Holy Spirits, not many forces are concerned with the Advent of the Saint Heir, so I thought you had found traces of the Saint Heir,”

Ingmar explained.

“The Three Holy Spirits have invested a lot of effort in this aspect, and their own channels for advancement are inseparable from it.”

“I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Soul Transference Book, it’s a complete system that can transform an ordinary person into a Transcendent Being. Then, through the Ritual Array and Alchemy Potions, they can ascend step by step, becoming an existence that transcends humanity.”

“However, at its core, the method of ascension of the Three Holy Spirits is not considered mainstream in the Transcendent World. Although the speed of ascension is fast at the beginning, it becomes much less effective later on.”

“Even within the Three Holy Spirits, the highest combat power only reaches that of a Holy Spirit level. I heard from Henrik that you have a female friend who has become a student of Margaret.”

“If we were to classify witches by their level, Margaret would be equivalent to a Full Moon level Witch, which is also comparable to a Holy Spirit level entity.”

“Yet, although Margaret is very powerful in the Bordeaux region, in the grand scheme of the world, she doesn’t even qualify to participate in the Sorcerer’s Assembly.”

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“That is a top-tier event in the Transcendent World, where only the finest female sorceresses from all over the world can take part.”

Roger was left speechless, recalling a metaphor Henrik once shared, he saw just how unremarkable the Three Holy Spirits truly were within the Transcendent World.

“Of course, this is in the context of the entire Transcendent World. In the Bordeaux region alone, the Three Holy Spirits still hold some influence,”

“Their followers are mostly concentrated among merchants and the middle class. Comparatively, their channel for ascension is quicker, and the effects more visible, thus more easily accepted by people.”

“However, there has been another view in recent years. Many say that the Three Holy Spirits are not as straightforward as they seem. Sky, land, and sea seem to hide unknown secrets within them.”

Roger nodded, having listened to Ingmar, he gained a deeper understanding of the organization of the Three Holy Spirits.

“So tell me, what information do you wish to inquire about?”

While speaking, Ingmar casually finished half a glass of liquor.

She really was a pure tomboy, still carrying wounds…

“I’d like to know how the Three Holy Spirits determine the exact location of the Saint Heir’s Advent?”

Ingmar lifted her head and peered deeply at Roger.

“Having experienced what you have, you should know that the so-called Saint Heir is merely an Otherworldly Visitor, a tactic used by the Three Holy Spirits for propaganda.”

“In a sense, they are not much different from that Shape-shifting Monster that imitated Veronia.”

“But unlike those monsters that invade our reality from a Different Space, the Saint Heirs referred to by the Three Holy Spirits do not invade our world of their own volition.”

“They are rejected by their own world and then squeeze into ours through unknown methods!”

“Is that so?”

Roger was genuinely surprised by Ingmar’s explanation. Initially, he thought the Saint Heirs came to this world through some kind of spatial rift or transport channel.

Yet according to Ingmar’s insight, they were actively discarded by their own world.

Like some sort of trash?

“Yes,”

Ingmar nodded. There weren’t many people in the bar at that moment. She finished the remaining liquor in her glass, snapped her fingers, and pointed at her empty cup.

This time, the server came and placed two newly opened bottles of strong liquor on the table.

“Don’t be surprised.”

“My father once secretly joined the Three Holy Spirits in the pursuit of eternal life and formidable strength. He underwent a Transformation Ceremony under their guidance,”

“And also on me…”

Ingmar filled her glass to the brim.

“There was a problem with the ceremony, and my father died on the spot, while my body was completely changed, in a way that is totally unknown.”

“It enhanced my physique and reaction speed, but it also made me addicted to alcohol. However, drinking a lot can accelerate my metabolism and improve the speed of my injury recovery,”

“This is also one of the few positive enhancements.”

After hearing Ingmar’s words, Roger understood why the woman before him knew so much about the history of the Three Holy Spirits.

“Let’s continue.”

The more she drank, the brighter Ingmar’s eyes became, and her spirit lifted.

“These so-called Saint Heirs were outcasts in their original world. Inside them, a special substance is produced.”

“It is this very substance that turns them into foreigners in their original world. When a certain threshold is reached, for unknown reasons, they are expelled from their original world and appear here.”

“A special substance?”

Roger quickly thought of the necklace obtained from the female Murloc and that detection device.

“In fact, these Saint Heirs and the Different Space we experienced yesterday are quite similar.”

“It’s just that one is an individual, and one is a small world.”

Roger was slightly stunned. He gave it some thought and found that the two were indeed quite similar.

“Could it be that in those Different Spaces assimilating reality, there are also substances similar to those inside the bodies of the Saint Heirs?”

Roger asked.

Ingmar, however, shook her head.

“I wouldn’t know about that.”

“The information about the Cursed Land is the most secret among any powers, and the outside world’s understanding is very one-sided, possibly even entirely incorrect.”

Connecting the dots, Roger immediately understood.

“Did the Three Holy Spirits use the special substances within the bodies of the Saint Heirs to create some kind of detection device to pinpoint the location of their kind?”

Ingmar nodded, “Indeed, that’s correct.”

But then Roger realized another issue, “If creatures from other worlds are expelled to our world because of a special substance in their bodies.”

“Then is it possible that similar people from our world could enter theirs?”

Ingmar was slightly startled. “There shouldn’t be such a possibility, I suppose.”

She clearly hadn’t considered such a question before.

“Is there a way to determine whether a creature has this special substance inside its body?”

Hearing Roger’s question, Ingmar did not answer but instead looked at him intently without blinking.

“Have you met someone whose identity you can’t confirm?”

Clearly, Roger’s persistent questioning led Ingmar to a misunderstanding.

Roger gave no response, and to Ingmar, this silence was an acknowledgment.

“There is a way, but I hope you can understand that an Other is an Other.”

Roger nodded.

Ingmar then gave Roger a specific potion recipe that came from the Three Holy Spirits.

Drinking the potion and absorbing the drug causes it to cluster together and stimulate that special substance. When this stimulation is amplified, it becomes intense pain.

After advising Roger of the matters to be aware of, the two of them parted ways.

The ingredients for the potion were not rare. Roger already had most of them, and the bar also offered corresponding buying and selling services.

Having collected the remaining ingredients, Roger did not hesitate to drive back to Baytown overnight.

He had to test whether he was indeed what they called a Saint Heir.