In the room.

Henrik breathed a sigh of sweat, leaned tiredly against the head of the bed, and then lit a cigarette.

Before he could take a few sips, a hand next to him reached out and took away his cigarette.

“It’s over so soon”

Henrik's cheek twitched, but he didn't say anything.

"By the way, Roger has been trying to ask you about the arrival of the Son."

He changed the subject abruptly, and Ingma didn't care. He learned his posture and leaned against the head of the bed. He sucked a cigarette clean after a few sips.

"He has asked me, and I guess he should have contacted someone. He should have doubts about the other party's identity, so he wants to investigate."

"I said everything I should say, and I also told him the test drug formula."

Ingmar did not continue to focus on the problem, which made Henrik quietly relieved, "It's nothing wrong."

"What's the matter?"

Ingma asked back.

"But I forgot to tell Roger that the potion I provide can only detect creatures coming to this world from other spaces."

"There is no way for that kind of existence where consciousness comes. Remember to tell him the next time you meet."

"It is really rare to be aware of this situation. To be able to do this, it is generally considered knowledgeable and powerful, and the chances of being met by us are too low."

Henrik lit a cigarette again.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable all over without pulling one after the battle.

"I understand. I will think about telling him next time. That kid looks young but is quite sensible in doing things. He should know what to do."

Henrik breathed out a cloud of smoke, and he felt that the whole battle was complete. While he was wandering around, he heard Ingma ask next to him.

"Where are you?"

"Have you found a clue for that guy?"

Henrik was stunned, his smoking fingers froze in the air.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have asked."

Ingma sighed, and had already obtained the answer from Henrik's expression.

"I found a little clue not long ago, and I just took a look from a distance and knew it wasn't it."

"Give up, Henrik, you would...

"I won't give up."

Henrik shook his head, "Don't persuade me, Ingma."

"All right!"

Ingma nodded decisively.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Ingma suddenly said with a serious look on his face, but it was obvious that Henrik, who was immersed in his thoughts, did not see the trace of teasing in Ingma's eyes.

"Tell me."

“Can you do it again?”

Henrik:…………

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Wandering Hunter Bar.

Roger pushed the door and walked into the bar. When he entered the door, he unexpectedly found someone raised his glass to him, "I have heard of you, I've done a pretty job!"

"A newly established hunter team saved an old witch hunter on its first mission. I have to say that although you are young, we are impressed!"

Without Henrik on the side, the atmosphere in the bar was particularly harmonious, and everyone's attitude towards him became much more kind.

"Consider joining us!"

Some even took the initiative to throw an olive branch to Roger.

"That guy Henrik is not trustworthy."

Someone patted Roger on the shoulder, "You will understand this when you have a beautiful female companion."

Roger made a haha, communicated with everyone briefly, and then walked to the bar.

"I want to have something to drink today, I can treat you."

Vincent shook the bartender, "Do you want me to provide you with a special drink?"

"Forget it, I'd better have a glass of water."

Roger sat in front of the bar.

There was no one around him. He looked through the task board recorded next to him, which included several pieces of information, including investigation tasks, searching for materials, and the lonely demon hunter looking for a new team.

Roger never knew that this world hidden in the dark would be so vivid and rich.

After thinking about it, he wrote his needs on it.

"Extraordinary Materials"

Vincent looked at Roger with admiration. He looked at Roger carefully, "The muscles are strong and they are almost approaching the limit of the human body."

Roger did not hide it, "It should be possible to break through!"

Vincent gave a thumbs up, "I was still polishing my body when I was your age."

"This is based on the family's inheritance and the experiences of my father and brothers."

At this moment, Roger took out a book from his backpack and placed it on the bar.

"I've been fascinated by history recently and accidentally flipped through this book in the library. I didn't expect that your name would be included in the author's signature."

Vincent's hand wiping the cup paused slightly, and he glanced at the book on the table, "Research on Modern and Contemporary Nobles in Bordeaux City".

"You're actually interested in history"

Vincent smiled and nodded.

"The Demon Hunter really needs a little hobby to relieve the negative emotions caused by killing. I was obsessed with history. This book was written many years ago with the help of my teacher."

"I didn't expect you to turn it out."

A smile appeared on Roger's face, "I originally thought it was just a duplicate name, but your name is really special, the first and middle names, and the last names are exactly the same."

“The most important thing is.”

Roger turned to the author's profile at the back of the book, with a young face printed on it.

"Haha, do you have any questions?"

This book seemed to be of great significance to Vincent, and he was in a much better mood.

Roger nodded and turned on one of the pages.

"This mentioned above that in the early years of Crescent City, there was a Stuart family, an alien nobleman marked by daffodils."

"To be honest, I'm very interested in some of the characteristics of this family, but it seems that there is no in-depth description in the books, so I want to come and ask you if you can borrow relevant information."

"Stuart Family"

Vincent frowned and thought, "I have a little impression that this is a strange family. Now think about it, this family may also be a member of the extraordinary world."

"But they have existed for too short and are relatively closed. I don't know much about them."

When Roger was a little disappointed, Vincent hesitated, "If you are really interested in this history, I can ask you my former teacher."

"He is an expert in this area."

"He knew more about that history than I did."

"Thank you very much Mr. Vincent!"

Roger thanked quickly.

"It's okay, it's a slight effort, but the teacher's temper is a bit weird, so you can take more responsibility."

Roger nodded in a hurry.

Many people who concentrate on studying have special temperaments, which is not a strange thing.

Vincent then made a call, and after hanging up the phone, he nodded at Roger.

"The teacher promised you that if you have time tomorrow morning, you can go to the History Department of the University of Bordeaux to find him."

"What should I call this gentleman?"

"Professor Umsey."
Chapter completed!