Time rewound to half a day earlier, when Henrik couldn't find Roger in the room and quickly dialed Sean's number.
The phone rang endlessly with no answer. During this time, Henrik had already searched all around the house. After giving it some thought, he started Roger's car and charged down the mountain, heading straight to the Hunters Sub-guild.
But upon arriving at the Hunters Guild, Henrik hesitated, thinking that even high-ranking guild members like Dickinson could be problematic.
So who here could he still trust?
Just as Dickinson was indecisive, the ringtone sounded.
"Mr. Sean, I have something important to tell you..."
"Cough cough, don't rush."
"I've already arrived in Bordeaux."
"You're already here?"
Henrik exclaimed with surprise.
"Things are a bit strange, I've thought it over carefully again, as per your words, and there have been too many coincidences lately. Someone is purposely distracting me, preventing me from going to Bordeaux."
