Demon Hunter and His Hut

The crow in the cage suddenly stopped calling. At the same time, the swollen body also began to rapidly shrink inward, and soon returned to its usual size.

"He found the soul of the dead." Ge Wei looked surprised.

But the smile on her face hadn't lasted for a second, and the crow that returned to normal the next moment suddenly swelled, filling the entire cage in an instant, without the process of friction and squeezing.

The crow, which swelled to its limit, exploded into pieces all over the sky.

"What is this, failure or success?"

Henrique asked to block the splattered minced meat.

"At the last minute, the crow found the soul of the dead, but for unknown reasons, it couldn't summon it back."

"It feels like his soul is imprisoned in one place..." Having said this, Ge Wei's eyes lit up.

"This situation seems to be somewhat similar to Stephen, except that Stephen is still alive."

The expression on Roger's face was a little dignified.

"Maybe Stephen is the next Edward, and his time is running out."

"It's not entirely without gain."

A looming figure crawled out of the shattered crow's flesh and blood, with blurred facial features, and it looked a bit like Edward before his death.

Immediately afterwards, the shattered flesh and blood fused together again, restoring the appearance of the crow before his death, and the vague black shadow did not enter the crow's body.

Flutter!

The crow flapped its wings and jumped to the chandelier on the ceiling.

Slightly bloody eyes, watching the crowd.

"Although the spell failed and failed to fully summon Edward's soul, it at least determined a general direction for us."

"With the guidance of this crow, we can find the place where Edward's soul is imprisoned, and the part that Stephen is missing is likely to be there too."

At this moment, Veronica, who went out to inquire about the news, also called.

"I'm sorry, I didn't find any news related to the castle exploration and party. In addition, I also checked the vehicle that Stephen and others traveled half a month ago, but there was no clue."

"It's so weird, it's as if some mysterious force has wiped it all out."

There was some frustration in Veronica's voice.

"You see what is this?"

At this moment, Henryk suddenly pointed to the traces left in the middle of the circle and said.

The wax tears left by the burning of the white candle slowly flowed and gathered in the center of the magic circle, forming a line of distorted words.

Glastonbury Abbey.

"Is that where King Arthur was buried?"

Henryk asked.

Glastonbury was just an ordinary place,

However, it has become a famous tourist attraction because of the tomb of King Arthur. Although many people have not been to this place, they have heard of it.

"King Arthur is just a name made up by novelists. The sword in the stone does exist, but there is no such person as Arthur in the extraordinary world."

"In comparison, another person's name is more famous."

Gavi added.

"Bedwell."

"The first and last knight, in the legend, he ended up in seclusion in the Abbey of Glastonbury."

"It is unknown which monastery it is."

"Can this matter still have something to do with the Knights of the Round Table?"

Roger had some bad premonitions in his heart.

The seclusion of the heritage knights, no matter from any point of view, is unlikely to have the possibility of evil forces at work.

But the clues in front of him point to that place.

"Let's go, let's go there together."

Glastonbury is not far from Fog City. Geographically, it is located in the southwest of Fog City. After leaving Edward's villa, it took everyone less than two hours to arrive at this famous tourist destination.

It attracts tourists from all over the world all year round, the most striking of which is the legendary Arthur's Tomb.

For whatever reason, everyone came to visit Arthur's Tomb. Unexpectedly, the area here is much smaller than expected, but the passers-by still happily explore the legend of King Arthur.

"...In the end, King Arthur was buried here."

There was a voice not far away. It was a tour group taking tourists from other countries to visit the tomb of King Arthur.

"The legend is false, and the tomb is naturally empty."

Henrik murmured in a low voice, and he glanced at Roger, "You said that since the character King Arthur does not exist, is it an empty coffin buried underneath, or did he just find something else and stuff it into it?"

As everyone was talking, an old man not far away suddenly noticed the crow standing on Ge Wei's shoulders, and he walked away from the crowd and walked to Ge Wei's side.

"Is this your pet? Miss, it's the first time I've seen someone who can train a crow to this degree."

The old man stretched out his hand as if to touch the sharp beak of the crow. Roger noticed that the old man was tall, but his left sleeve was empty.

Flutter!

The crow flapped its wings, jumped from Gewei's shoulders, and flew out.

"Spiritual little things."

The old man withdrew his gaze and followed Roger's gaze, "I participated in battles when I was young, and my arms were left on a foreign land forever."

Roger smiled but didn't say anything, but turned around and followed the direction Ge Wei left.

"what happened?"

Roger thought it was Gewei who controlled the crow on her shoulder to leave, but only after walking out of the scenic area did he realize that the crow seemed to be looking for something intentionally.

Stop and go, and guide everyone out of the town.

For safety reasons, Veronica and Stephen were left in the fairy tale world by Roger. As the masters of the manuscript, the place where Veronica and others were located was designated as a safe area by Roger.

In this way, he doesn't have to worry about what happens to the two of them inside.

"This crow was shaped by a bit of spirituality in Edward's soul, and it should have been close enough to trigger a connection between them."

"Follow him and continue to walk, and we may be able to find the old castle that Stephen and others went to, or the real place where Edward's soul was imprisoned."

After entering the woods, the crow's speed became faster, and Roger and others also increased their forward speed accordingly.

At the same time, in King Arthur's tomb, the one-armed old man who had spoken to Roger and others before slowly returned to the crowd.

He glanced around, his calm gaze imprinted all the people present into his brain, the feeling was like a lion picking delicious food in his territory.

"Thank you for your recommendation. It turns out that there are ancient castles that have been preserved for hundreds of years in the vicinity."

Several young people waved goodbye to the one-armed old man, and he also separated from the crowd and drove away from the scenic spot.

After walking a section of the road, I drove into the mountainous area along a remote path. After turning around, I turned over a hill, and a calm lake like a sapphire appeared in front of my eyes.

In front of the lake is a unique wooden house.

After parking the car and cleaning it up briefly, the old man sat on the deck chair in front of the lake. Glastonbury rarely rained, and it seemed to be a good weather.

The old man covered his face with a straw hat, held a fishing rod in one hand, and lay on it with a comfortable expression.

A breeze blew through, wrinkling the lake.

There was the roar of a car in the distance, and it seemed that an uninvited guest broke into here.