"Bang!"

At this moment, a cloud of blue mist suddenly exploded around the figure that fell to the ground, and in just an instant, a thick smoke enveloped most of the room.

Burst!

The bullet seemed to hit something hard, and then there was a crashing sound by the window not far away.

As the glass shattered, it seemed as if something broke through the window and fell to the ground.

Henrik had already stood up, he didn't even aim, the muscles of his arm trembled, and two shots were fired in quick succession.

Click!

The sound of the collision made Henrik's face change, and it was clear that he had not hit the real target.

Roar!

With a foul-smelling roar, Henrik's pupils shrank, and most of the bookshelves in the blue smoke whizzed towards him.

Henrik dodged to the side quickly, and even as he dodged, he didn't forget to fire two shots in quick succession, sealing the space around the bookshelf.

With the crackling sound of the planks crackling, a figure rushed out at great speed, but his target was not Henrik, who was still dodging to the side, but the open doorway not far away.

And Roger standing in the doorway!

All this happened so quickly, from the time Roger entered the house to the moment the figure roared towards him, only a few seconds passed before and after, and Roger had not even reacted at this time.

Seeing someone rushing in front of him, he subconsciously pulled out a short knife, not to block, but to put on an offensive posture!

An elven short knife technique with a devastating stab.

With the body rushing forward, the thighs and waist exert force, and the short knife is sent into the opponent's heart at a very fast speed!

In the darkness, Roger couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but saw a pair of beast-like pupils in the electric light.

But at this moment, a violent roar came.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!!"

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, the afterimage flashed, and when he heard Henrik's voice, Roger didn't have time to think, the short knife in his hand was too late to change his moves, his body rotated, and the short knife dragged in mid-air.

In the next second, a violent force passed along the blade!

Collapse!

Click!

The short knife in his hand cracked at the sound, and Roger flew upside down like a scarecrow, slamming his body into the wall in the distance.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Roger was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and at that moment just now, he was just subconsciously following his body's instincts.

If the reaction was a little slower and half a beat, or if his judgment was wrong, then Roger was already a corpse by this time.

Roger is now more than a star and a half stronger than when he was on the island, but even so, he was almost killed in one spot.

Moreover, the other party was just shot by Henrik.

"How are you?!"

Henrik shouted.

"It's a bit out of force."

Before Roger could finish his sentence, he saw Henrik follow with his pistol in hand.

After only a moment's hesitation, Roger gritted his teeth and followed closely.

Rushing down from the second floor, Henrik saw Roger following behind him, his face changed, "What are you doing here, are you making trouble?"

"I won't follow you, what if that monster turns around and kills me?!"

Roger muttered angrily.

“WTF！”

"Why are you so afraid of death?"

"There is only one life, are you not afraid?" No matter what Henrik said, Roger had made up his mind to follow the other party.

There are a lot of people who have been transferred to death in the movies of his previous life, and Roger thinks it is better to be cautious.

Today, the strength of this monster is indeed strong, but Roger feels that as long as he gives himself a little time to improve his physical fitness and combat skills, the next time he faces it, he may not be able to tell who will kill the deer.

"If you can keep up, follow me!"

Henrik said angrily and sped up.

A few minutes later, looking at the empty and quiet streets, Henrik reluctantly stopped.

"Cunning, just a little bit!"

"I couldn't catch up, the guy ran away."

"Let's go back."

Not long after, the two returned to the manor again.

Sherman's manor was secluded, with no other inhabitants around, and Henrik had a muffler on the muzzle of his gun, so when they returned to the manor, what was happening here was still unknown.

A large hole was broken in the window, and the snow-white curtains were sucked by the night wind and fluttered in the air, looking like a wandering ghost from a distance.

It was only then that Roger noticed the smell of blood in the room.

Next to the desk near the fireplace, Sherman's right hand was propped up on the table, the dagger in his hand ran through his neck, blood dripping down his chest and congealing on the ground.

His eyes widened in horror, his eyes filled with doubt, surprise, and despair before he died.

"He was killed during the attack?" Roger wasn't sure.

But the look in his eyes ...... It doesn't make sense. ”

"What's that doesn't make sense?"

Henrik found a hidden compartment behind the topple bookshelf and pulled a few handbindings from it, and Roger's gaze swept over the bold triangular sign on the title page.

"Sure enough, it's the guy of the Three Holy Spirits, and it looks like it's another infighting."

Henrik rummaged through his hands.

"Found it, sure enough, it's him."

He handed a piece of paper to Roger, "Remember, is there an impression?"

Roger looked at the symbols and words on it, and for a moment he couldn't make up his mind, he just glanced at it in a hurry, and the flames burned most of it.

"I'm not sure."

Henrik analyzes the ritual in hand.

"What the specific situation is, try it tomorrow to find out."

"Try what?"

Roger asked.

Henrik smiled, but did not answer.

"Clean up the traces we left behind, and leave the rest to the police."

"To the police?"

"How else?" Henrik yawned.

"It's a good thing there's no one else in this house, otherwise we'd be in big trouble."

Erasing some unnecessary traces, the two returned and left the manor, after this toss, most of the night had passed.

Until he lay down on the bed, Roger still felt a little incredible.

He had been looking for an opportunity to get close to Sherman and find out the truth of the matter, but the sudden turn of events was difficult for Roger to accept.

By all indications, Sherman was the mastermind of the beast attack, and now that he is dead, it seems that everything is over.

And what about tonight's mystery man?

is Sherman's accomplice......

Still is?

Roger was startled and sat up from the bed.

Ivy?

"That woman is so strong?!"

Luckily, he was accompanied by Henrik tonight, and if he had sneaked into Sherman's manor by himself, tsk, it would have been a lot of fun.

His heart fluctuated, he didn't continue to meditate, all kinds of thoughts intertwined in his mind, and Roger fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, Adeline knocked on Roger's door and handed him some bills.

"You go to the restaurant at the corner of the street to eat in a while, I still have something to do, I can't send you off."

Andleine hurriedly left after a few words, looking in the direction, it seemed that she was planning to go to Sherman's manor.