Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Kant’s Diary

“Lighthouse Keeper, this may be the best job for me in the world.”

“I like this place, quiet islands, beautiful beaches, green everywhere, blue water and sky in the distance, and more importantly, I don’t need to touch anyone here.”

“This is a place that belongs to me alone.”

“I can do whatever I like to do here.”

The first page of the diary should have been recorded when Kant just became a weather surveyor. It can be seen that this kind of work that is extremely isolated to others, but he has done like a fish in water.

Even enjoy this life very much.

The following records are some ordinary trivial matters. Kant’s work is not hard, but very hard. His work is not much, but the most unbearable thing is the prolonged loneliness.

He usually has very little rest time, and only a few days a month can return to the nearby town. At that time, he can briefly touch the worldly life and supplement supplies by the way.

If there is not that day, maybe the peace will never be broken.

“God, not long ago, I even thought that my heart would jump out of my chest, and a woman took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me. What is her name…”

“Yes, Ivy!”

“What a beautiful name, just like her.”

The second day.

“Damn it, I took a day off and didn’t return to the island. I went to the bar last night. Why?”

“Do I want to see her again?”

“I drank all night, but unfortunately, she never appeared again. I will return to the island tomorrow. The next time I come back will be a month or even two months later.”

“I’m afraid I will never see her again.”

“That’s good, I’m used to being alone.”

Ivy.

Roger frowned. He thought of the name Kant called when he was desperately last.

“Is that the murloc?”

Shaking his head, he turned to the next page.

“I saved a drowning woman on the shore just before I set off. I didn’t expect it to be her!”

“Is this destiny?”

“Time is too late, I can only take her to the island together, but it doesn’t matter, I can find someone to pick her up after she wakes up.”

At this point, Kant’s handwriting is a bit messy. Roger can see that he is completely deceiving himself, and he should be able to find other solutions.

But at that time, he should subconsciously want to spend more time with that woman.

Roger didn’t know Kant’s previous life experience, but he could see that this indifferent man was incompatible with the world. He feared the crowd, tried his best to avoid any social interactions, and put himself in a shell.

The subsequent development was the same as Roger had imagined, the lonely island, young men and women, one intentional and the other unintentional, and some sparks quickly rubbed out.

At the beginning, Kant also briefly recorded his feelings, but later, he has completely abandoned his habit and completely integrated into his love.

It wasn’t until three months after the date that Kant wrote another diary, but this time, there was no sweetness and warmth between the lines, only doubt and hatred.

“Lies, all lies!”

Kant wrote these words very hard. He didn’t seem to write them on paper, but carved them on his skin with a knife.

“She doesn’t love me at all, she approached me just for something near the island!”

“She is a thief, a robber, even the name Ivy is fake!”

“I love her, I really love her, for her, I have even considered quitting this job and starting a new life.”

“After I taste the sweetness of love, why give me a glass of poisonous wine!”

“I wish I never knew her.”

After a large blank.

“Crazy, really crazy, she chose to go out to sea in this stormy weather. What is it that is worth fighting for?!”

“The wind and waves on the sea are too great, is the sea god angry?”

“We were separated, thank goodness, I finally returned to the island, in this kind of weather, no one can survive at sea.”

“Ivy is dead, she will never come back.”

“But why am I not happy at all?”

“Finding Ivy’s luggage left on the island, I know her former identity, the Three Holy Spirits, what kind of weird organization is this?”

“Book of Zhuan Ling, what is this again?”

Seeing this, Roger put down the diary in his hand and his eyes fell on another book in the drawer.

“The Book of Zhuan Ling”.

The material of the book is very peculiar. Roger’s fingers traversed it lightly. He didn’t know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the book contained extraordinary power.

“It seems that all of this is not accidental. The research and exploration of extraordinary power in this world is probably far beyond my imagination.”

Roger said to himself.

Instead of opening the book rashly, he picked up Kant’s diary and continued to look down.

“The Three Holy Spirits, according to the records in Ivy’s books, this is a powerful organization. They are dedicated to serving the top chaebols and dignitaries around the world. Their purpose is to dig out and discover everything related to extraordinary power.”

“And use it!”

“It’s crazy, how can there be extraordinary powers in this world?”

Kant’s words are filled with incredible disbelief.

But soon his view was completely subverted. According to Roger’s guess, he must have opened the “Book of Zhuan Ling” out of curiosity!

Because in the next period of time, Kant’s words were filled with the madness and chaos of the broken worldview.

A book opened up a new world for him.

“Is all this true?”

“Then what are we?”

“Who is the master of this world?”

Similar words abound.

After skipping this long period of smearing, Roger continued to look down.

I don’t know whether he accepted this knowledge or completely forgot about it, Kant’s diary became normal.

Until a storm soon after.

“It’s terrible. Whenever faced with a storm like this, I would remember everything that happened that night. It was so rainy and foggy that I couldn’t see through the lights.”

“The boat parked on the shore was smashed by lightning. It seems that I will not be able to leave here for a long time.”

“Originally, I didn’t want to believe a word of the things in that book, but tonight, on the stormy coast, not far from the ship, I found a strange species.”

“Species.”

“I can be 100% sure, that is definitely not a human being!”

“what should I do?”

“Kill her, or take her back?”

Roger saw Kant’s hesitation, and this scene seemed exactly the same as the night before.

Perhaps at the moment he stretched out his hand for help, Kant hesitated as much as that day.

But he still brought her back.