Roger's Lover

Rayne listened carefully. From Zoltan's courtyard came the voices of a man and a woman who had just finished and were now cuddling together, whispering sweet nothings. The man's voice was magnetic and highly distinctive. It was none other than the Demon Hunter Roger.

His bedmate, the woman, had an unexpectedly pleasant voice as well. It was lazy yet carried a hint of seductiveness, making it incredibly alluring.

"Er..." Rayne had no desire to eavesdrop on someone else's private affairs, so he cut off the sound waves.

Just then, one of the tavern workers came out from behind and said to Zoltan, "Boss, Master Roger wants a jug of apple juice. He told me to let you know that tonight's card game is canceled for now."

"Damn it."

Zoltan took a deep gulp of beer and said to Rayne, "That bastard went out last night saying he was going to hunt a demon at a merchant's house. In the end, he didn't kill the demon, but he did seduce the merchant's lover and bring her back. He's not even playing cards anymore."

Rayne snickered inwardly. So Roger had a romantic encounter.

He took the apple juice from the worker and said, "Leave it to me. I happen to have something to discuss with Master Roger."

The worker glanced at Zoltan. The dwarf waved his hand and said gloomily, "Let him go."

Rayne crossed the hall and entered the courtyard behind the tavern, then knocked on Roger's door.

"The apple juice is here."

Roger's voice came from inside. The door opened at once, and Roger appeared before him in a disheveled state.

He was wearing only a pair of shorts. His powerful upper body was covered in scars, with barely a patch of unblemished skin. The most conspicuous one was near his neck on his shoulder: a deep bite mark. Judging by the scar, the wound had bitten at least as far as the bone.

Rayne marveled inwardly. If scars are a man's medals, then Roger has far too many medals.

This Legendary Demon Hunter must have gone through countless battles to reach where he was today.

When Roger saw Rayne, his expression froze for a moment. He asked, "Rayne, what brings you here?"

As soon as he finished asking, his catlike pupils contracted and then widened. His gaze swept over Rayne, and he said in surprise, "You've become a Transcendent? Not bad. Much faster than I expected."

"Yes."

Rayne nodded and held out the jug in his hand. "This is the apple juice you wanted."

A mysterious smile appeared on Roger's face. He took the apple juice, glanced at the person inside the room, and said, "Wait outside for me. I'll be out shortly."

With that, he closed the door.

At the instant the door closed, Rayne caught sight of the graceful figure on the bed inside. It was only a fleeting glimpse, but it left an extremely deep impression. The woman's beauty was truly exceptional.

No wonder she had captivated a Legendary Demon Hunter so thoroughly that he had even stopped playing cards.

Rayne snickered inwardly and retreated into the courtyard to wait.

Zoltan's courtyard was very large, with the entire ground paved in stone. Several huge, specially made iron blocks sat beneath the corners of the walls. They resembled dumbbells from Earth and could be gripped and lifted by hand, except they were larger and heavier, with a rough appearance and an obvious dwarven style. They were probably what Zoltan usually used to train his strength.

Rayne became interested when he saw the equipment and went over to give it a try.

The weights were marked with their weight. The lightest was a hundred pounds, and each one was heavier than the last. The heaviest weighed a thousand pounds, and there happened to be a pair.

Rayne knew his own strength well, so he immediately tried the thousand-pound weight.

He gripped the handle and applied a little force, lifting the heavy weight with ease. Feeling that it was fairly light, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the other thousand-pound weight.

His shoulders sank, and every muscle in his body tensed. Standing where he was, he performed several lateral raises.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Rayne stopped after only a few movements, having had a brief taste.

The two thousand-pound weights still did not reach the limit of his strength, but they were close. They were perfect for training. He would get himself a pair later and practice with them regularly to adapt more quickly to his current strength.

Regardless of the Transcendent profession, fusing with a Demon Soul did not mean one could rest easy afterward.

Spellcasters had to cast spells frequently and improve their Soul Power through meditation. Melee professions needed even more practice in their daily lives. They could not neglect training their bodies, and mastering weapons and skills was all a process of practice making perfect.

Clap, clap, clap...

Just after Rayne returned the weights to their original positions, he heard applause.

Roger walked into the courtyard and lowered his hands. "I didn't intend to ask, but now I'm suddenly curious. What profession did you choose?"

He had put on a shirt, and his expression had returned to its usual calm indifference, though it seemed somewhat cold. However, the woman's fragrance on him was difficult to conceal.

Rayne was silent for several seconds before deciding to answer honestly. "Wizard."

Roger's expression suddenly became very colorful.

He had just seen Rayne effortlessly lift two thousand-pound weights, and Rayne's build had also grown somewhat taller. He had assumed that Rayne's Transcendent profession was strength-based, such as a Berserker or Iron Guard.

Because of this, Roger had felt somewhat regretful, wondering whether Rayne had been unable to become a Demon Hunter due to insufficient talent and had therefore chosen a strength-based profession instead.

He had never expected Rayne to say that he was a Wizard.

"You're a Wizard?" Roger sized up Rayne's body. He was even stronger than Roger himself. What kind of Wizard could lift two thousand pounds of iron?

Rayne nodded seriously. "Of course."

"Cast a spell for me," Roger said, his face full of disbelief.

Now it was Rayne's turn to feel awkward.

He had fused with the Gold-Eating Ant's Demon Soul and possessed three Soul Elements, but none of them happened to be an Arcane Element. He could not cast a single spell.

Seeing Rayne's embarrassed expression, Roger burst out laughing. He was just about to make a few mocking remarks when a woman's voice sounded from behind him.

"He really is a Wizard, but he's a Combat Wizard."

The two turned to look. A woman in a robe had appeared at the courtyard entrance at some point.

She had a head of black curly hair, fair skin, beautiful features, and extremely lively black eyes. She stood around one meter seventy tall and had a full, shapely figure. Her bare feet rested on the ground, and she wore only a black robe, which exposed her smooth shoulders. She appeared to be wearing nothing underneath, leaving much to the imagination.

The instant Rayne saw her, he felt that this woman was unbelievably beautiful.

In terms of pure looks, she might have been slightly inferior to Viola, but she possessed a distinctive charm of her own. Her beauty carried a mysterious air, mature and alluring. When men saw her, they would think of the woman of their dreams.

In the words of his previous life, she was the ultimate mature beauty!

Rayne suddenly felt envious of Roger's romantic fortune. Any man would certainly be reluctant to leave this courtyard if he were in Roger's place.

Roger went to meet the beauty. The stern expression he wore before outsiders disappeared, and he said gently, "Draelsra, why did you come out?"