The night was dark.

Ivy's figure crouched on the roof like a ghost.

Her pupils turned into beast-like vertical pupils, and her gaze traveled nearly a hundred meters and landed on a window in the distance.

Once she does it, it will inevitably attract the attention of some professionals, which will not be conducive to many of her next actions, if she is on the list of wanted demon hunters, then for a long time in the future, she may have to hide her head and tail.

It is for this reason that Ivy chose official means and pretended to be Sherman to help her find it.

But nearly 10 days of waiting had made her lose her patience.

As it quickly approached midnight, the streetlights dimmed and there were no more pedestrians on the street, and Ivy's body flew up as she jumped from roof to house in the night.

"Whew!"

Roger in the room suddenly let out a breath in his chest, he had just finished a workout, and he was sweating like pulp.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart, quietly took out the short knife hidden under the bed board, and rushed to the window with an arrow.

The night was sinking like water, and there was no one on the street, Roger shrunk behind the curtains, and looked around vigilantly.

There are no anomalies.

He felt a little at ease.

But as soon as he turned around, a cold and slippery touch came from his neck, and Roger was startled, and a pale and lifeless face was pressing against his cheek.

"I ......"

In a panic, he almost screamed, but before he had time to think about it, his body quickly retreated, and at the same time he drew the dagger in his hand!

Tuk tuk!

There was a soft sound.

Roger followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man's face coming over the window.

"Is that you?"

The Henrik who called himself an animal protection organization.

Tuk tuk!

Seeing that Roger didn't mean to open the window, he continued to tap on the glass.

After looking at the grimace floating not far away, and after hesitating, Roger stepped forward and opened the window.

"Boy, what kind of eyes do you have?"

Henrik tucked his hair in a ruffled manner.

Flipping out of the window into the room, Henrik's gaze lingered on the short knife in Roger's hand for a moment.

"The posture is good, but the knife is a little worse."

"What are you doing here?"

Although he had let the other party in just now, he had not let his guard down.

"You can see him, right?"

Henrik gestured to the grimace floating in mid-air.

Roger didn't squeak.

It was already obvious, and there was no point in him denying it.

"Sure enough."

"I thought you were an unexpectedly awakened medium, but now I look ......"

"You seem to be from some family of demon hunters?"

"There are fewer and fewer demon hunting families that can be passed down these years, and as for those who are good at using short knives?"

Reach out and rub the stubble on your chin.

"I don't think I've heard of it."

"Tell me which family you're from?"

"Why should I tell you?"

The other party seemed to have misunderstood something, but Roger did not argue, but took over the conversation.

"Vigilant boy."

Henrik chuckled as he pulled a palm-sized badge from his bosom and tossed it over.

"Smack!"

Roger didn't take it, and the badge fell straight down the carpet with a soft thud.

"Enough is enough, boy."

"I said you were a little too vigilant!"

Henrik was a little annoyed, he glared, "Put away your little thoughts, if I wanted to do it, you would have died." ”

"Not necessarily!"

With each workout, Roger felt his skills and physique improve rapidly, and the room was cramped, and the straight-line distance between the two was no more than two meters.

At his current speed, it only takes a moment, and the short knife in his hand can ......

"Give it a try?"

Henrik's voice came from the other side.

But after listening to the other party's words, Roger did not move, because at some point there was an extra silver-white pistol in Henrik's hand.

The pistol was carved with intricate patterns, and Roger swore that he had never taken his eyes off Henrik.

How did this gun come about?

It's as if you're holding it in the other person's hand all the time.

Henrik gave a smug smile.

"Boy, you're still very tender."

He shook his hand, and the silver pistol disappeared, but the next second it suddenly appeared on his left hand.

This is the power of a demon hunter?

Roger looked surprised, he put away the short knife in his hand, and bent down to pick up the badge on the ground.

"I'm from the Hunters' Guild, a demon hunter in the south of Bordeaux."

"Take a closer look at this badge, I think you should have seen this thing in the books of the family inheritance, as for how to distinguish the authenticity, you don't need me to tell you, right?"

Roger took the badge in his hand and looked at it a few times, he naturally didn't know what the so-called identification method was, so he threw the badge back casually.

"The gun is in your hand, and the reason is naturally up to you."

"Hey...... You kid......

Henrik hated a little bit.

"I don't have any inheritance, I just practice blindly according to the family collection."

Roger explained casually.

"Tell me, what the hell are you looking for me?"

Henrik put away the gun in his hand.

"About the recent wolf attack, of course, you were there when it happened, right?"

"Did you find anything?"

After a slight groan, Roger still planned to talk to him.

At the same time, on the roof not far away, Ivy carefully hid her figure.

"A demon hunter?"

"How could that kid have anything to do with a demon hunter?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Ivy had a look on her face, "Does Sherman know about this?" ”

An idea popped into my mind.

"Or ...... He's got the Spiritual Book, he just doesn't want me to know! ”

Anger swelled up, and sharp fingertips left deep marks on the roof.

"You'd better not cheat on me!"

Looking through the window, the two figures in the room were deeply engraved into her mind, and Ivy took advantage of the night to rush away.

"That's pretty much it."

Roger touched up a little, and recounted all his investigations and speculations, of course, he only mentioned Ivy and the Soul Turning Book, after all, this matter could not be explained clearly.

"Take me to the cave where they performed their ritual."

"According to you, this thing is like a means of the Three Holy Spirits."

"Three Holy Spirits?" Roger asked, feigning confusion.

"A bunch of beam-jumping clowns, you'll find out later."

"Although it is not very harmful, it is as tiresome as some gynecological diseases."

This parable......

It's really chic.

"Let's go, let's go now."

"Now?" Roger's eyes widened.

"At night, some energy becomes active, which is the time when monsters like to be active the most, and if we go during the day, we may not be able to find anything."

Henrik pushed open the window and rolled out, and Roger thought for a moment to bring the dagger and quickly followed.

Both of them were very fast, and it didn't take long for them to come to the cave where they had been.

There were few clues in the cave, but Henrik looked around and noticed something wrong.

"Semi-enclosed environment ......"

"Flame Guidance, Blood Marks, Beasts, Raid ......"

"I seem to have seen something like this, let me think about it."

"I see!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Henrik suddenly spoke.