in the room.

Henrik exhaled profusely and leaned on the head of the bed tiredly, then lit a cigarette.

Before he could take two puffs, a hand next to him reached over and snatched his cigarette.

"It's over so soon?"

Henrik's cheeks twitched, but there was no squeak.

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

He stiffly changed the subject, but Ingmar didn't care, leaning against the head of the bed in his posture, and smoked a cigarette clean in a few puffs.

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

"I said everything I had to say, and I also told him the formula of the drug for testing."

Ingmar didn't continue to dwell on the question, which made Henrik quietly breathe a sigh of relief, "It's okay, right?"

"What can it be?"

Ingmar asked rhetorically.

"I forgot to tell Roger, though, that the potion I provided could only detect creatures that had come to this world from other dimensions."

"There is no way to deal with that kind of consciousness that exists, remember to tell him the next time we meet."

"Consciousness comes, this situation is too rare, to be able to do this, generally speaking, it can be regarded as knowledgeable and powerful, and the probability of being met by us is too low."

Henrik re-lit a cigarette.

I don't know why, but he doesn't feel comfortable when he doesn't smoke one after every battle.

"I know, next time I'll want to talk to him, that kid looks young, but he is quite measured, he should know how to deal with it."

Meimei exhaled a cloud of smoke, and Henrik felt that the whole battle was complete, and when he was out of the spirit, he heard Ingmar next to him ask.

"What about yourself?"

"Did you find a clue about that guy?"

Henrik froze, his smoking fingers frozen in mid-air.

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

Ingmar sighed, already getting the answer from Henrik's expression.

"I found a clue a while ago, and I just glanced at it from a distance and knew it wasn't it."

"Give up, Henrik, you'll be ...... back then"

"I'm not going to give up."

Henrik shook his head, "Don't convince me, Ingmar. ”

"Okay!"

Ingmar nodded decisively.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Ingmar suddenly said with a solemn face, but it was clear that Henrik, who was immersed in his thoughts, did not see a hint of teasing flashing in Ingmar's eyes.

"Say it."

"Can we do it again?"

Henrik: ............

…………

Wandering Hunter's Bar.

Roger pushed the door open and walked into the bar, and when he entered, he was surprised to find someone raising a glass to him, "I've heard about you, well done!" ”

"A newly formed hunter squad saved an old demon hunter on its first mission, and I have to say, although you are young, you have impressed us!"

Without Henrik by his side, the atmosphere in the bar was exceptionally harmonious, and even the attitude of the crowd towards him was much kinder.

"Consider joining us!"

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

"Henrik, that guy can't be trusted."

Someone tapped Roger on the shoulder, "That's what you will understand when you have a beautiful female companion." ”

Roger snorted, briefly communicated with everyone, and walked to the bar.

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

Vincent shook the shaker, "Would you like me to serve you a special drink?"

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

Roger sat down at the bar.

There was no one around, and he looked through the quest board recorded next to him, which listed several pieces of information, including investigation tasks, search for materials, and lone demon hunters looking for a new team.

Roger never knew that this world, hidden in the shadows, could be so vivid and rich.

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

"Transcendent materials?"

Vincent was impressed by Roger, he looked at Roger carefully, "The muscles are strong, and they are approaching the limit of the human body?"

Roger didn't hide it either, "I should almost be able to break through!" ”

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

"It's still based on the family's heritage and the experience of my father and brothers."

Just then, Roger pulled a book out of his backpack and placed it on the bar.

"I recently became obsessed with a piece of history, and I came across this book in the library by chance, but I didn't expect your name to be in the author's signature."

Vincent's hand wiping the cup paused slightly, and he glanced at the book on the table, "A Study of the Modern and Modern Aristocracy of Bordeaux".

"You're interested in history?"

Vincent smiled and nodded.

"Demon hunters do need a hobby to get rid of the negativity of killing, and I used to be obsessed with history, and this book was written together many years ago with the help of my teacher."

"I didn't expect it to be turned out by you."

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

"The most important thing is."

Roger flipped to the author's bio at the back of the book, which featured a young face.

"Haha, any questions?"

The book seemed to have a lot of meaning to Vincent, and he was in a much better mood.

Roger nodded, turning the page.

"As mentioned above, in the early years of Crescent City, there was a Stuart family, an alien nobleman with daffodils as a symbol."

"To be honest, I'm very interested in some of the characteristics that this family shows, but they don't seem to be described in depth in the books, so I wanted to come and ask you if I can borrow relevant materials."

"The Stuart family?"

Vincent frowned and thought for a moment, "I have the impression that this is a strange family, and now that I think about it, this family may also be a member of the otherworld." ”

"But they've been around for a short time, and they're relatively closed, and I don't really know much about them."

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

"He's an expert on this."

"He knows more about that history than I do."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Vincent!"

Roger hurriedly thanked him.

"It's okay, it's a gesture, but the teacher's temper is a little weird, so you can take care of it more."

Roger nodded hurriedly.

It is not uncommon for many people who devote themselves to their studies to have some special temperaments.

Vincent immediately made a phone call, and after hanging up, 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 shall I call this gentleman?"

"Professor Omzi."

Vincent replied.

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