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Chapter 50 - Chapter 50. Investigate Together

The night was dark.

Ivy's figure crawled on the roof like a ghost.

Her pupils turned into beast-like vertical pupils, and her gaze passed through a distance of nearly a hundred meters and fell on a window in the distance.

Once she makes a move, it will definitely attract the attention of some professionals, which will be detrimental to her many actions in the future. If she is on the most wanted list of the witcher, she will probably have to live hidden life for a long time before everything return normal.

It is for this reason that Ivy chose the official method and used Sherman to help her find it. But the nearly 10-day wait has made her lose patience.

Time soon approached midnight, the street lights became dim, and there were no more pedestrians on the street. Ivy's body flew up quickly, she jumped between the roofs, and rushed towards the distant houses in the night.

"Sigh!"

Roger, who was in the room, suddenly let out the breath he held in his chest. He had just finished a workout and was sweating profusely.

But at this moment, his heart suddenly trembled, he quietly took out the short knife hidden under the bed board, and rushed to the window with a stride.

The night was as dark as water, and there was no one on the street. Roger shrank his body behind the curtain and scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He felt at ease. But when he turned his head, a cold and slippery feeling came from his neck, and Roger was startled. A pale and lifeless face was pressing against his cheek.

"I..."

Panicked, he almost yelled, before he had time to think, he quickly backed away, and at the same time drew out the dagger in his hand!

Tuk tuk tuk!

There was a soft sound.

Roger followed the sound, and a middle-aged face approached outside the window.

"It's you?"

That Henrik who called himself from Wildlife Survey.

Tuk tuk tuk!

Seeing that Roger didn't intend to open the window, he continued to knock on the glass.

After looking at the grimace floating not far away, after hesitating for a moment, Roger stepped forward and opened the window.

"Boy, what is that look in your eyes?"

Henrik brushed his blown hair back.

Turning into the room from the window, Henrik's gaze rested on the dagger in Roger's hand.

"The posture is good, but the knife is a bit short."

"What are you doing here?"

Although he let the other party in just now, he did not relax his vigilance.

"Can you see him?"

Henrik pointed to the grimace floating in mid-air.

Roger said nothing.

The matter was already obvious, and it was meaningless for him to deny it.

"Really."

"I thought you were a psychic who accidentally awakened, but now look..."

"You seem to be from some witcher family?"

"There are fewer and fewer Demon Hunter families that can be passed down these days. As for those who are good at using short knives?"

He reached out and stroked the stubble on his chin.

"I don't seem to have heard of it."

"Tell me which family you come from?"

"Why should I tell you?"

The other party seemed to have misunderstood something, but Roger didn't argue, but took advantage of the situation.

"Watchful boy."

Henrik chuckled, and as he spoke, he took out a palm-sized badge from his pocket, and threw it over.

"Snapped!"

Roger didn't pick it up, and the badge fell straight onto the carpet with a soft thud.

"Enough is enough, kid."

"I said you are a little too vigilant!"

Henrik was a little annoyed, he stared and said, "Shut up your little thoughts, if I want to do something, you'll be dead."

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Every time he exercises, Roger feels that his skills and physique are improving rapidly. The space in the room is narrow, and the straight-line distance between them does not exceed two meters.

With his current speed, it only takes a moment, and the dagger in his hand can...

"Try it?"

Henrik's voice came from the opposite side.

But after listening to the other party's words, Roger didn't move at all, because a silver-white pistol unexpectedly appeared in Henrik's hand at some point.

There were some complicated patterns engraved on the surface of the pistol. Roger swore that his eyes never left Henrik just now.

How did this gun come about?

It's like holding it in the opponent's hand all the time.

Henrik gave a smug smile.

"Boy, you are still very tender."

He shook his hand, and the silver pistol disappeared, but it suddenly appeared in his left hand the next second.

Is this the power of the witcher?

Roger looked surprised, he put away the short knife in his hand, bent down and picked up the badge on the ground.

"I'm from the Hunter's Guild, a witcher in the south of Bordeaux."

"Look carefully at this badge. I think you should have seen it in the books inherited by the family. As for how to distinguish the authenticity, I don't need me to tell you?"

Roger held the badge in his hand and looked at it pretendingly. Naturally, he didn't know the so-called identification method, so he threw the badge back casually.

"With the gun in your hand, the truth is naturally up to you."

"Hey... you kid..."

Henrik gritted his teeth with hatred.

"I don't have any inheritance, I just practiced it myself according to the family collection."

Roger casually explained.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

Henrik put away the gun in his hand.

"Of course it's about the recent wolf attack. Were you there when that happened?"

"Did you find anything?"

After pondering for a while, Roger still planned to tell the whole story.

At the same time, on the roof not far away, Ivy carefully concealed her figure.

"A witcher?"

"How did that kid get involved with the witcher? What exactly is going on?"

Ivy looked suspicious, "Does Sherman know about this?"

An idea suddenly popped up in my heart.

"Or... he has already obtained the book of transformation, but he just doesn't want me to know!"

Anger welled up, and sharp fingertips left deep marks on the roof.

"You better not lie to me!"

Looking through the window, Ivy deeply engraved the two figures in the house into my mind, and Ivy took advantage of the night to run away.

"That's basically what happened."

Roger modified it a little, and recounted all his investigations and guesses. Of course, he didn't mention Ivy and the book of transformation, after all, it couldn't be explained clearly.

"Take me to the cave where they performed their ritual."

"According to what you said, this matter seems to be the means of the Three Holy Spirits."

"Three holy spirits?" Roger asked pretending to be puzzled.

"A group of jumping clowns, you will know later."

"Although it is not harmful, it is as annoying as some gynecological diseases."

This metaphor... Really chic.

"Come on, let's go now."

"Now?" Roger's eyes widened.

"At night, some energy will become active. This is the time when monsters like to be active. If we go during the day, we may not be able to find anything."

Henrik pushed open the window and flipped out. Roger thought for a while and put on the dagger, and followed quickly.

Both of them were very fast, and it didn't take long before they arrived at the original cave.

There were basically no clues in the cave, but after looking around Henrik still found some problems.

"Semi-enclosed environment..."

"Fire guidance, blood marks, wild beasts, attacks..."

"I seem to have seen something like that, let me see."

"I see!"

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Henrik suddenly spoke.