"Are there any new developments regarding the resurrection of the deceased mentioned by the families of several patients?"

On the way to the factory, Chris asked.

"Who's behind it?"

"An incident of this magnitude is no longer something that one or two people can do, and there are no clues within the union?"

"Not really."

Someone replied.

"We investigated all the patients' relatives and friends and their homes and did not find any traces of the deceased coming back to life at the scene."

"So far, it's tentatively classified as a collective illusion, and some within the guild believe that it should be a sign of a special spell before it is activated."

"What about divination?"

"Didn't you get anything either?"

There was silence in the car.

The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger, and Chris had a feeling that this little impact in front of him should only be the fermentation period of the incident.

If the problem is not solved in the shortest possible time, the number of people affected will surely increase, and the entire town may be destroyed by then.

When this situation spreads to Bordeaux......

"What if you kill all the infected?"

Hearing this, Chris turned his head sharply, staring at the young man who spoke with sharp eyes.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Chris's voice was cold, "Don't you know what the difference is between us and those otherworldly forces? ”

"Hug ...... Deficient. ”

"There is no second time."

In the dreak, the car arrived at the Wolf factory, where the doors were closed and there was silence.

Everyone searched around, and a lot of information had actually been checked, and it was just a no-brainer to come back at this time.

The sky was getting dark, dark clouds were hanging over Riverdale, and a storm seemed to be ready to strike at any moment.

Just as the group was about to leave, Chris stood in the doorway and glanced back at the factory.

"Huh?"

On the hillside in the distance, something seemed to be emerging from the dirt.

Chris flicked his body and sped over at a great speed, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a person who had come out of the dirt.

Pale faces, sparse stubble.

The figure stood on the hillside, seemingly wandering aimlessly upward.

Chris followed until he came to the back of a cottage in the woods.

Then he saw the figure standing in front of a piece of land at the back of the villa.

The dirt beneath his feet was fresh and seemed to have not been filled for long.

Chris's face sank, "Dig it up!" ”

"Be careful."

Ten minutes later, looking at the empty pit, Chris closed his eyes and pondered.

At this time, someone walked forward quickly.

"I found it, this man's name is Gail."

"He disappeared more than a week ago, and judging by the current situation......"

Looking at Gail, who looked like a dead man in front of him, Chris's eyes flashed with a gleam.

"Take him with us and we'll go back to Bordeaux."

"I may have found the crux of the matter."

"Another ......"

Chris hesitated, "Call the guild and I'm hoping to get help from Ms. Margaret." ”

"Lady Margaret?"

"For something like that, the Voodoo Society might be a better choice."

"They?!" Chris snorted coldly.

Chris thought of the situation he faced yesterday evening when he went to the Voodoo Society to seek Kassandra's help.

"I'm sorry Mr. Chris, the teacher and Julianne left Bordeaux......"

Behind that woman's formulaic etiquette is a cold rejection.

Finally, she added, "Mr. Chris, with your rank, such a request is a bit excessive. ”

"Whatever you want to do, please send at least one person of equal weight."

"Forget Linda, please ask Mr. Black or Mr. President to go in person."

After speaking, she nodded politely, and the puppet next to her closed the door expressionlessly.

"I hope Ms. Margaret can see some clues."

Chris got into the car and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

Royal Dramatic Academy of Bordeaux.

Seeing this woman again, Amanda still couldn't equate her with the sorceress in Roger's mouth.

In an elegant retro room, a woman dressed in court dress sits at a small table made of sandalwood.

Her expression was solemn and serious, her left hand gently pinching the small silver cup, and her right hand stirring slowly and evenly.

Looking at her movements, many people will subconsciously associate warlock rituals and experiments.

But in reality, she was just stirring a cup of coffee.

"Hmmm......"

"No more, no less, 48 laps, just right."

The silver spoon tapped lightly on the rim of the cup.

Margaret handed the cup in her hand.

"Try it, this is a little benefit for you to join this big family, and next time I will have to wait until you officially become my disciple."

In all fairness, Margaret is a beautiful woman, and there is no way to tell the specific age of this woman from her skin and appearance alone.

Her hair was a brilliant blonde that matched the brilliant colors around her, her golden eyebrows were thin, and even her lips were painted pale gold.

Of course, the clothes on your body should also be perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment.

Well, for this aesthetic, Amanda really can't complain.

He took the cup and took a sip.

The bitterness of the coffee and the creaminess of the milk are mixed together, with a special sweetness in between.

"This is truly the most ...... I've ever drunk"

Before the words fell, the coffee in her stomach exploded like a flame, Amanda's eyes widened violently, her body trembled violently, and the cup in her hand seemed to be about to fall to the ground at any time.

Margaret leaned back, observing with interest, and gradually her face showed a hint of appreciation.

Sweaty.

When Amanda came back to her senses, she realized that her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she looked down to see that there was not a drop of liquid in the cup.

"What's going on?"

"It's a test."

Margaret smiled, "Your qualifications are much better than I expected. ”

She clapped her hands, "Alright, now give me back the cup." ”

"It's the royal family of Faku in the 16th century."

Amanda nodded in confusion and put the cup on the table, before leaving, she suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but ask.

"Lady Margaret."

"Call me Teacher."

"Teacher, I want to know why you chose me when you were in the cafeteria?"

Margaret smiled.

"Because I see the strength and ambition in you!"

"Ambition?"

The answer was obviously unexpected, "If it's for this reason, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." ”

"I'm not an ambitious person."

"As for being strong?"

"That's not even more with me."

"Oh?"

Margaret raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I still know a lot about myself."

"Not necessarily."

"What I see may be the real you."

Margaret smiled mysteriously.

Amanda was about to say something more when there was a knock at the door.

"Teacher, the people from the Hunters' Guild said they have something important to see you."

"Nope."

Margaret refused without hesitation.

"But he brought with him a letter from Mr. President."

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