Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Bedwell has always been very vigilant. The last time I approached the gate of the manor, he encouraged me to start a shock."

Galahad smiled, seemingly casually chatting.

"Guys who live longer will inevitably have such a habit, and Bedwell is no exception."

Green's eyes have no focus, and the darkness doesn't seem to have any effect on him. He can see the manor hidden in the woods through.

"It hasn't changed at all."

"It's exactly as I remember it here."

Green pointed to a cobblestone path winding through the manor, "I remember more than 100 years ago, when I lived on the manor, I liked to walk through this path."

"The uneven stones are imprinted on the soles of the feet..."

Green looked like an ordinary old man in his twilight years, reminiscent of his youth.

But this is just an appearance.

As long as he is still alive and breathing, he is a terrifying fourth-order superhuman.

His own strength must be much stronger than Tamara and others.

Perhaps overwhelming.

Whether it's the Warlocks' Guild or the Nature Association, they have two leaders, with the exception of the Knights of the Round Table.

Although it has been rumored that it is the two Brothers Grimm, for so many years, everyone has only seen Grimm alone.

But he alone suppressed all the brilliance of the leaders of the other two major forces.

Even if he looks old and weak.

"what happened?"

Galahad frowned lightly, "The people in the Knights said that Bedwell had returned to the manor and never left."

"Isn't he here?"

Galahad has power surging, and this level of energy fluctuation is enough to attract the attention of third-order superhumans, and even if he is asleep, he will definitely be awakened.

But the manor was quiet, and everything here seemed to be sleeping.

Roger stood upstairs,

He didn't know the purpose of Green and the two visiting the manor late at night to find him. He was in the shadow world at this time, and several thoughts came to his mind, but in the end he decided to stay here.

This is a rare opportunity to get close to Green without being discovered by the other party.

Galahad didn't speak, her eyes narrowed, and a wave of mental waves swept the entire manor, before shaking her head after a while.

"There's no one in the manor, he's not here."

The expression on Galahad's face was not very good-looking. After all, the news was investigated by her alone. At this time, she brought Green here, but Bedwell was not there, which meant that she was negligent.

"Would you like me to go back and find Bedwell's Holy Grail?" Galahad's body flashed, as if he was activating some kind of spell.

"no need."

Green waved.

"I just wanted to go back to the place I used to live on a whim, and it doesn't matter if he's not here."

Green stepped forward, "Come in and walk with me."

"Breaking into a private residence without being invited by the master, I hope Bedwell won't blame me for being abrupt when he comes back."

He said this without showing the slightest apology on his face, and pushed open the door of the manor, as if he was the master here.

As the two moved in reality, their shadows—the bodies projected in the shadow world, also seemed to come alive.

The Shadow World is a strange place, in which features Roger hadn't quite figured out yet, and without shoes, he rolled over from the 2nd-floor window with his bare feet, and landed silently.

Then, Roger quickly walked towards the gate and approached Green and the two who were wandering on the path in front of the gate.

Galahad's shadow, that is, her body in the shadow world is very strange, there is no response to Roger's approach, her real body plump and beautiful is a very attractive woman.

But in the shadow world, what she presented was a stitched monster made of countless different parts.

A single part of it may be called beautiful, but when these things are put together, all one thinks of is meat, which is disgusting.

This is a shadow world that belongs to Roger alone. Galahad's body here is a projection of the real world. Roger observes carefully. He can see Galahad's hidden complex inner heart from the face of this body. .

"It's amazing."

Roger was grateful for his choice just now.

He turned to look to the other side, Green walking in front of Galahad.

No facial features and no body, a pure black lump like mucus.

Roger couldn't understand the meaning of this. He leaned forward and wanted to take this opportunity to spy on some secrets of the fourth-order superhuman.

But at this moment, Green, who was walking, suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, Mr. Green?"

Galahad asked softly.

Green's hunched back slightly straightened, he looked around, there was no power in his cloudy eyes, but everything around him was imprinted in his mind in an instant.

"It's weird, it looks like someone's spying on us."

Green said slowly, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Maybe it's my delusion."

He sighed, "Recently, the bloodline has been declining faster and faster. Even if I don't want to, I have to give up the position of the head of the Knights."

He glanced at Galahad, "Going to the Privy Council to retire until the bloodline is completely exhausted may be my final outcome."

"The future belongs to you."

"Galahad, the Knights will definitely have new developments in your hands."

Green looked up and continued to move forward.

In the shadow world, Roger, who was hiding behind the statue, shrank slightly.

"Did he really find something, or..."

Roger was a little undecided, but he didn't dare to try again in this situation, so he could only follow the two of them not far or near.

"This old guy really didn't have any good intentions to become the head of the regiment?"

"Hehe, he said something similar to me, maybe even Lancelot, plus Galahad..."

"No, that's not right!"

"Maybe what he really wants to support is the woman in front of him. According to Gawain, the old knight will eventually be eliminated."

"He has started to pave the way for Galahad."

Unconsciously, the two of Green walked around the garden path outside, and they stopped in front of the main entrance of the house.

"Are you still going?" Galahad asked.

Green shook his head.

"Forget it, things are different, many things have disappeared, and even memory is not reliable."

"It's just an empty house here."

Green turned around and walked outside the manor.

"Don't I need to inform Bedwell again?"

Galahad asked.

"No, no need."

For some reason, she always felt that Green's waist seemed to straighten a little at this time, as if he had let go of some of the heavy burdens on his shoulders.

This may be his last chance. With a move in his heart, Roger in the shadow world quickened his pace and followed.

But as soon as he approached Green's body in the shadow world, the black shadow suddenly turned around, squeezed a pair of blood-red eyes from the sticky body, and then stared at Roger!