Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 207 Margaret

"Is there any new progress regarding the resurrection of the deceased mentioned by the family members of multiple patients?"

On the way to the factory, Chris asked.

"Who is behind the scenes?"

"An incident of this scale can no longer be done by one or two people, and there are no clues within the union?"

"not at all."

someone answered.

"We investigated all the patients' relatives and their homes and did not find any signs of resurrection at the scene."

"So far, it has been tentatively designated as a collective illusion. Some people in the union think that this should be a sign of a special spell before it is activated."

"What about divination?"

"No gain either?"

There was silence in the car.

The unease in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and Chris has a feeling that this influence in front of him should only be the fermentation period of the event.

If the problem cannot be solved in the shortest time, more and more people will be affected, and the whole town may be destroyed by then.

When this situation spreads to Bordeaux…

"What if all the infected people were killed?"

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

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

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

"Feel sorry."

"There is no second time."

In the dullness, the car came to the Wolf factory, the doors of the factory were closed, and there was silence.

Everyone searched around for a while, and a lot of information has actually been checked. At this time, it is just a no-brainer choice.

The sky gradually became drowsy, and the sky above Hegu Town was covered with dark clouds, and a storm seemed to come at any time.

Just when everyone was about to leave, Chris stood at the door and looked back at the factory.

"what?"

On the hillside in the distance, something seemed to be burrowing out of the soil.

Chris flicked his body and ran over at a very fast speed. When he got closer, he realized that it was a person who had drilled out of the soil.

Pale face, thin stubble.

The figure stood on the hillside and seemed to be wandering aimlessly all the way up.

Chris followed until he followed him to the back of a villa in the woods.

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

The soil under his feet was so fresh that it didn't seem long before it was buried.

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 stepped forward quickly.

"I found out that the man's name is Gail.

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

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

"Take him, we'll go back to Bordeaux."

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

"in addition……"

Chris hesitated, "Call the Guild and I hope to get help from Ms. Margaret."

"Ms Margaret?"

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

"They?!" Chris snorted coldly.

Chris thought about the situation he faced last night when he went to the Voodoo Society to seek Cassandra's help.

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

Hidden behind the woman's formulaic etiquette was aloof rejection.

At the end, she said again, "Mr. Chris, at your level, such a requirement is a bit overstepped."

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

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

After she finished speaking, she nodded politely, and the puppet beside her closed the door with a blank expression.

"Hopefully Ms. Margaret can see some clues."

Chris got into the car and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

Bordeaux Royal Academy of Drama.

Seeing this woman again, Amanda still couldn't equate her with the sorceress Roger spoke of.

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

Her expression was solemn and serious, her left hand held the small silver cup lightly, and her right hand stirred slowly and evenly.

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

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

"Um……"

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

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

Margaret handed over the cup in her hand.

"Try it, this is a little benefit for you to join this big family. Next time you will officially become my disciple."

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

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

Of course, the clothes on the body should also be in perfect harmony with the surrounding environment.

Well, Amanda is really powerless to complain about this aesthetic.

He took the cup and took a sip.

The bitterness of the coffee is mixed with the creaminess of the milk, and there is a special sweetness in the middle.

"This is indeed the best I've ever had..."

Before she finished speaking, the coffee in her stomach exploded like flames. Amanda's eyes widened, her body trembled violently, and the cup in her hand seemed to fall to the ground at any time.

Margaret leaned back, observing with interest, and gradually a hint of admiration appeared on her face.

Perspiration dripping.

When Amanda regained her senses, she realized that her clothes were soaked with sweat. She looked down and saw that there was not a drop of liquid in the cup.

"what happened?"

"It's a test."

Margaret smiled, "Your aptitude is better than I thought, much better."

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

"This is something used by the Faku royal family in the 16th century."

Amanda nodded vaguely and put the cup on the table. Before she left, she suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask.

"Ms. Margaret."

"Call me teacher."

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

Margaret smiled.

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

"Ambition?"