"What do you know?"

Roger asked curiously.

"This is a cruel transformation ceremony. I have seen similar cases in the branch's banknotes. Through blood guidance, those who participate in the ceremony will dedicate their souls without their knowledge."

"Rites will inspire the ferociousness of nearby beasts and make them extremely aggressive, and some of the souls of those killed by them will be absorbed and become part of the power of the spellcaster."

Henrik glanced at Roger, "According to your words, it should be the guy who provides the mystery page."

"Although the threshold for the most basic esoteric ritual is very low, it is not something that can be performed by just a few high school students."

"The most important steps of the entire ceremony have been completed, and all that is left is blood guidance, and the things placed around are just boring tricks."

Henrik seemed a little disdainful.

Roger frowned. He believed in Henrik's professionalism, but he always felt that there was something unreasonable.

Deep down, Roger had almost locked in Sherman, but he had killed people in the woods, and he could not tell Henrik about the incident he was being followed.

In this ceremony, Bob was also a participant. Even if he prepared some kind of potion for Bob that could drive away the bloodthirsty beasts in advance, there was no need to let his son participate in this kind of thing.

Roger was thinking about how to lead Henrik's pursuit direction to Sherman, but listened to Henrik's analysis.

"To reasonably absorb the soul fragments of the dead, the caster must be an important part of the ceremony, either directly involved in the Blood Oath."

"Or... it's the blood relative of the participants!"

Henrik said firmly.

"Excluding the dead one and the girl in your family, there are only three targets left."

Henrik's eyes were assured. At this moment, he no longer had the voluntary he usually had and looked much more reliable.

"Betty... that black girl, from the information, she seems to have something to do with..., and it is unlikely."

Henrik muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Bob and the girl named Lucy, they are the most suspicious!"

"How should we lock in the target next?"

Roger asked.

Henrik is much faster than he is.

"Lock the target?"

"Why do you need to lock in the target?" Henrik asked back.

"Boy, to this extent, this matter has basically been solved."

"There are two remaining targets, just check them one by one."

Henrik waved, "Come with me!"

"Where are you going?"

Roger really wanted to say that he would have class tomorrow, but he probably wouldn't listen to Henrik's attitude.

Most importantly, he was also very curious.

It is rare to have the opportunity to come into contact with a real demon hunter, so he naturally is unwilling to give up this opportunity.

"Go to that Bob's house to check it out."

Henrik patted his head.

"His father is Sherman, right? Where do you live?"

"Let me think about it..."

"The guys who like to develop the most are local wealthy people and some well-established guys."

"I despise the poor and love the rich, whisper, the minions of capital have reached the extraordinary realm."

"If luck is good enough, maybe we can solve this incident tonight."

"We two, now?"

"What about that?"

Henrik looked at Roger with your stupid look.

"Wait until dawn, and then come to visit the door with a swagger?"

"Believe me, teenager, if you do that, you will find nothing."

He patted Roger on the shoulder.

"If you want to become a qualified demon hunter in the future, well... then the first thing you should learn is..."

"Shameless enough."

"Let all the so-called processes go to the hell!"

The woods were a little cool at night, and Henrik missed his underwear thrown in the hotel.

"After that being said, it feels really good not to give money."

Roger didn't know that the demon hunter who was just now looked so hypocritical. He had already been wandering around and began to figure out where to go after the mission was over.

Outside the manor.

Two figures were carefully hidden in the dark.

"Follow me closely after a while, don't make a sound, don't move around, leave everything to me."

Henrik raised his hand, but didn't see how he moved. After a few light sounds, the camera installed in the hidden corner completely lost its function.

The exterior walls of Sherman Manor are very high. This is a building of quite an era. It is hard to see a manor with such a tall wall now.

Without running up, Henrik jumped up gently, stepped on the wall with his toes, and his hands slidly crossed the courtyard wall.

Roger is no longer the rookie he used to be. Although Henrik's movements are easy, Roger can still feel the power contained in the other person's body.

At least with his current physical fitness, he couldn't do it as easy as Henrik's freehand painting.

Although his posture was ugly, Roger successfully climbed over the courtyard wall. As soon as he landed, he saw Henrik gently lifting his hand. Then, two muffled groans came from the grass not far away, and two big black dogs could walk out staggeringly.

Then fell to the ground.

"This guy..."

"Response, perception, power..."

"In many ways, far superior to ordinary people."

Roger originally thought that Henrik's skills were all about using guns, but now it seems that even if this guy has shortcomings, he is much better than himself.

"Okay, safe."

Henrik leaned against the wall and quickly approached the small building in the distance in the shadow.

The movement was light but not a sound. Compared to him, Roger felt like a bear in armor.

The dark scenery has become faintly spacious, and Roger now misses his condition after taking the Night Cat potion.

Henrik opened the door lock with ease and quietly touched it into the room.

“We seem to be in the right place.”

Henrik whispered with his nose slightly.

Then his face changed slightly, "There is a smell of blood!"

As he said that, he didn't bother to hide his body, and rushed up the stairs. Roger was shocked and grabbed the hilt and followed him.

"Bang!"

Henrik was very fast, and he went straight to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, then kicked open the door and rolled in.

In the darkness, a rumbling sound came, and near the bookcase near the wall, a black shadow was searching for something.

A little light shone through the curtains on the other side, and a slender arm could be seen vaguely.

At this time, Roger, who tried his best, also came to the door.

Bang!

A gunshot.

Henrik, who was rolling on the ground, fired without hesitation.

A spark bloomed in the darkness, and then a figure next to the bookcase fell down.
Chapter completed!