Five days have passed, and Roger has basically adjusted to life at the headquarters in Poland, and to be honest, he doesn't care about anything here.

On the first night, the woman named Rachel quietly entered Roger's room.

She twisted her waist like a beautiful snake and stripped off her clothes, but Roger only glanced at her coldly.

"Where did you come from, where did you go back?"

His face was calm, and he didn't seem to see the desire in the woman's eyes at all.

"Take your clothes when you go."

Rachel saw nothing but indifference in Roger's eyes, and she couldn't help but shiver, and she didn't even bother to get dressed, so she fled through the window.

After a few days of calm and calm, Gawain did not take the initiative to contact Roger, who wanted to ask how things were going several times, but in the end he endured it.

It's not a good thing to rush too quickly.

News came from the Knights that it was said that the passage opened by the Headless Horseman and others had been found in the forest where the Warlocks were meeting, and they were in the process of reinforcing it.

When everything is ready, you can gather your men and enter another world to nip everything in the bud.

On the sixth day, Rachel visits Roger again.

This time, though, she came in her clothes during the day.

"What's the matter?"

Rachel didn't even dare to look up into Roger's eyes.

"Mr. Bedwell, the Warlock Assembly has a mission to investigate Poland, and they hope to get some help from us."

It was supposed to be a trivial matter, but Rachel didn't know Roger's attitude towards warlocks, so she came over directly to ask.

"You can watch and deal with it." He said casually.

Rachel nodded, then added, "Mr. Bedwell, the sorceress in charge of this mission is named Amanda, she said, ......"

"Amanda?"

Roger's eyes lit up, "A red-haired sorceress? ”

Rachel nodded.

Roger was still surprised when he saw Amanda, "Why are you here?" ”

"Because of the mission cooperation, I have always wanted to help you arrange for me to be by my side, but Gahaerys helped me communicate several times, and it seems that Margaret refused."

"The teacher talked to me a few times."

Amanda still looks beautiful, and as her strength increases, she digs deeper and deeper into her bloodline, from spirit to body, and her whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"She hinted that I shouldn't get too close to you, and tried to introduce people from the Warlock Brotherhood to me several times, but I made excuses to refuse!"

"After all, you are a Knight of Inheritance, and coupled with Gahaerys's lobbying, she didn't dare to refuse openly, so she planned to send me to Ross on a mission to hunt down werewolves."

"What the hell is this woman going to do?"

Roger frowned.

What she instructed Cynthia to do last time can be regarded as a fall into the ground, if it weren't for Roger's own strength improving a lot, I'm afraid he would have died under the attack of William and the others.

He has not forgotten this incident, but there have been frequent incidents recently, and he has not found an opportunity or excuse.

He thought that by pulling Bedwell's identity as a tiger skin, he would be able to dispel some of Margaret's thoughts, but now it seems that things may not be so simple.

"I've heard the teacher occasionally mention that Green seems to have held a tripartite meeting with the leaders of the three major forces, and there seems to be some kind of consensus between them......"

"Margaret's own strength is almost impossible to improve, so she has set her mind on me."

Amanda said.

"She's going to train you?" Roger frowned.

"How is that possible?"

Amanda shrugged.

"Warlocks don't believe in tears."

"It's a proverb, but it also represents the attitude of the warlock to feelings, they don't believe in tears, they don't believe in love."

"There is only pure profit."

"For a warlock with a long life and strong strength, what do you think is the purpose of cultivating students?" Amanda looked at Roger.

This sentence caused Roger to think deeply.

Indeed, human reproduction is largely due to the brevity of its own life and the inevitable aging and weakness.

But this is not the case for the powerful transcendents.

So generally speaking, powerful transcendents have little interest in nurturing future generations, or students.

"Unless it brings them benefits!"

Roger said.

Amanda nodded.

"On the one hand, the strength of the organization needs to cultivate more transcendentals, but more importantly, it is the benefit of bloodline improvement feedback."

"At the time of promotion to transcendence, a seed belonging to a mentor has been planted in the blood of each of us, and as we grow, this seed is also absorbing our strength."

"And that kind of thing?"

Roger's face changed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

"I've only noticed it recently when my strength has improved."

Amanda was also a little helpless, "This thing is very peculiar, it does not limit our growth limit, and even can help us better understand our own strength in the early stage." ”

"When it grows to a certain extent, it leaves our body and returns to its master."

"After absorbing this seed, the corresponding mentor will gain insight and make a breakthrough, which will add up to a lot, which will become the only choice for many bottleneck stage warlocks."

"And when the seed matures, we, the so-called disciples, will be of no use to the teacher."

"Until then, they will do their best to extract the benefits from us......"

"For example, using our bodies as bargaining chips to exchange them with someone in the Brotherhood or the Nature Society!"

"This time I was ready to leave for Ross, but I didn't expect to be suddenly reassigned here to investigate another matter."

There was a hint of confusion on Amanda's face.

"Tricky task?"

"Not really." Amanda shook her head.

"I'm just a little weird, she probably knew you were here, so she sent me on this mission."

"Isn't that normal?" Roger smiled, "On the surface, I'm at least a Legacy Knight, and now there are basically no tasks that I can't handle." ”

Roger said confidently.

He is now indeed qualified to say that.

"Forget it, I'm just coming to see you."

Amanda's gaze wandered over Roger's.

"Tsk, I saw that druid who obeyed you, I'm afraid she would gladly agree to whatever you asked him to do, right?"

"It's just a simple task, it started with a mysterious death in a collector's estate, and the warlock sent to investigate didn't find any clues, and the matter was over."

"But not long after that, similar incidents occurred one after another across Europe, and the incidents were concentrated in museums, exhibitions, etc., which attracted attention."

Amanda seemed to have no intention of caring about the story between Roger and his female subordinate, and she continued:

"Later, the investigation made it clear that it was one painting that killed the person, no, it should be said that it was several different paintings from the hands of the same person!"

"The painter who kills?"

Roger quickly thought of several spells.

"A form of witchcraft?"

Amanda shook her head, "No, we suspect it to be a cursed item now, and now that all the clues are gathered in Poland, those paintings should have been circulated from somewhere in Poland." ”

Amanda recounted what had happened, and Roger listened carefully, giving him a glimpse of what he had felt when he had been on a mission with Henrik.

"Don't you need help?"

Roger spread his palms, "It just so happens that I don't have anything to do now, so I'll accompany you to investigate." ”

Amanda held her head up, "It's fine, but I hope you'll leave this to me in addition to normal support." ”

The girl's eyes flashed with confidence.

"I've had a couple of experiences with solo missions."

Roger couldn't help but be a little amused, but he nodded, agreeing with Amanda's approach.

In the transcendent world, only one's own strength is the eternal truth, and Amanda is an independent person, not a pet, and she also needs to grow.

The person in charge of this task was originally a male warlock named Kidd, although Amanda didn't say it explicitly, but Roger could also see this, and Kidd showed excessive enthusiasm for Amanda.

However, at the dinner that day, Kidd saw Amanda sitting next to Roger and followed Roger back to his room.

Early the next morning, this guy cleverly drew a line with Amanda, and even took the initiative to take over one of the more cumbersome projects, and not long after, he left the Polish headquarters.

Amanda goes out to gather information, and Roger has nothing to do and begins to study several murderous paintings that Amanda and the two have brought.

Roger had no artistic attainments other than his mastery of the monochord, and he could not tell whether the paintings were good or bad.

Opening the hunter's vision and strengthening his mental power, Roger carefully observed the oil painting in his hand.

Reapers in the wheat fields.

Under the scorching sun was an endless wheat field, in which several farmers who could only see their backs were bending over to harvest the crops in the field.

At first glance, this seems like a normal oil painting, provided that the heads swaying from the ears of wheat are ignored, of course.

The crops planted in the fields are not crops at all, and the painter uses a strange brushwork to take on another form of ordinary wheat ears through special embellishments.

It seems that the ears of wheat are full, but they are just full heads.

"Interesting."

Truth be told, Roger prefers this kind of bizarre quest to those rough fights and kills.

The painting was normal, but it changed after the owner of the painting, Sir Stanford, slit his own throat.

Blood splattered on the painting, and the red blood was like a dye, turning a picture of the autumn harvest into a veritable picture of the harvest.

Even the figures of several farmers in the field became blurry and strange.

Setting the painting aside, Roger continued to look down.

The first thing that caught his eye was a naked woman, and at the first sight of this woman, Roger even thought that she was lying in front of his eyes, scratching his head and making some kind of invitation.

But then, after he concentrates and turns on the hunter's vision, the woman in the painting changes wonderfully.

A flower grew on her beautiful face, and a mane like steel needles appeared on her curvaceous body.

The whole painting was clean, and there was not the slightest trace of blood on it, but Roger thought of the death of the owner of the painting.

"The woman split her skull with an axe and planted a flower in her brain."

What's even more terrifying is that her secretary even saw the woman with her head split open, with a flower on her head, pushing open the door and walking more than ten meters away before falling to the ground.

Roger's interest in the matter grew stronger, and he even suddenly felt that if he, as an ordinary demon hunter, was not involved in these disputes.

Then live in a city where monsters are rampant, reality and the transcendent blend, take on some strange tasks, clean up the darkness of the city, and then be like ordinary transcendents.

Go to a bar where they often gather, drink, brag, chat, or occasionally get into a fight, and roll the sheets with a certain look-a-eye huntress or wizard or something.

Cycle.

This also seems to be a good choice.

But obviously, even if he wants to live such a life now, it is almost impossible.

When the strength reaches a certain level, even if there is nothing to do, many things will take the initiative to come to the door.

Whether it is fate or fate, Roger can't tell how much of it is his choice and how much is forced by the situation.

If he hadn't seen the water spirits, hadn't set foot on the lighthouse, or hadn't chosen the cemetery hut, maybe everything would have changed.

Sweeping these thoughts out of his mind, Roger looked at the remaining paintings one by one.

There is an eerie energy in the paintings, making the brush seem to have magical powers, and each of the dead dies in a strange way that has no connection with each other.

While Roger was thinking, Amanda suddenly burst in, with excitement on her face that she couldn't hide.

"I found a useful clue!"

"In the beginning, we are always used to dealing with extraordinary events with extraordinary thinking, but in fact, many extraordinary events happen in the real world, and in the same way, there must be certain rules in the real world."

Amanda's eyes sparkled like gems.

"It was through this method, from a realistic point of view, that I found the direction of circulation of these paintings, and then circled the final location in Poland."

She excitedly took one of the paintings, "Have you noticed this style of painting and style?" ”

"Look ......"

Roger shrugged and couldn't help but interrupt Amanda.

"You should know that my only pursuit of art is in that tube, but I didn't expect you to understand this."

Roger smiled.

"I remember before this summer, you were a high school girl who only cared about the days of the TV series, but now you ......"

"These things are very simple, it is easy to learn with our spiritual power, and as a qualified sorceress, in addition to strength, some qualities are also necessary."

"Okay, okay." Roger duly gave his compliment.

"May I ask this beautiful, powerful, and artistic sorceress, could you please tell me what the clue you have found?"

Amanda skipped the complicated explanation and said directly: "In the whole of Poland with a similar style, there is only one painter who meets this requirement. ”

She pulled Roger up, "Let's go, let's talk as we go." ”

As the two of them left the castle, a pair of eyes in the woods watched calmly.

"Bedwell, you said such a good opportunity, what should I do?"