Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Margaret

“Are there any new developments regarding the resurrection of the deceased mentioned by the families of many patients?”

Chris asked on the way to the factory.

“Who the hell is behind the scenes?”

“An incident of this scale can no longer be done by one or two people. Isn’t there any clue within the union?”

“not at all.”

Someone replied.

“We investigated all the patients’ relatives and friends and their houses, and did not find any traces of the resurrection of the dead at the scene.”

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

“What about divination?”

“Isn’t there any gain?”

There was silence in the car.

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

If the problem cannot be solved in the shortest time, the number of people affected will definitely increase, and the entire town may be destroyed by then.

When this situation spread to Bordeaux…

“What if we kill all the infected people?”

Hearing these words, Chris turned his head abruptly, staring sharply at the young man who was talking.

“Do you know what you are talking about?”

Chris’ voice was cold, “Don’t you know the difference between us and those extraordinary forces?”

“Feel sorry.”

“No second time.”

The car came to the Wolf factory in the dullness, the factory gate was closed and there was silence.

Everyone searched around, and a lot of information had actually been checked, and coming back at this time was just a useless choice.

The sky gradually became gloomy, dark clouds over Hegu Town, and a storm seemed likely to come at any time.

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

“what?”

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

Chris shot his body and rushed over at an extremely fast speed. He got closer to discover that it was a person who had drilled out of the soil.

Pale face, sparse stubble.

The figure stood on the hillside, seeming to wander aimlessly all the way up.

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

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

The soil under his feet was fresh, and it didn’t seem to be long before it was buried.

Chris’s face sank, “Dug it out!”

“be careful.”

Ten minutes later, looking at the empty pit, Chris closed his eyes and thought.

At this time someone walked forward quickly.

“I found it, this man’s name is Gail.”

“He disappeared more than a week ago, judging from the current situation…”

Looking at Gail, who was like a dead person, a flash of light flashed in Chris’s eyes.

“Take him, we return to Bordeaux.”

“I may have found the point.”

“in addition……”

Chris hesitated for a moment, “Call the guild to inform the guild, I hope I can get help from Ms. Margaret.”

“Ms. Margaret?”

“For similar things, the Voodoo Association may be a better choice.”

“They?!” Chris snorted coldly.

Chris thought of the situation he faced when he went to the Voodoo Society to seek Kassandra’s help yesterday evening.

“I’m sorry Mr. Chris, the teacher and Julian left Bordeaux…”

Behind the woman’s formulaic etiquette was a cold rejection.

At the end, she said again, “Mr. Chris, at your level, this kind of request is a bit overstepped.”

“Whatever you want to do, please send at least one person with the same weight.”

“Linda forget it, ask Mr. Black or Mr. Chairman to come in person.”

After speaking, she nodded politely, and the doll beside her closed the door blankly.

“I hope Ms. Margaret can see some clues.”

Chris got into the car and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

Royal Academy of Drama of Bordeaux.

Seeing this woman again, Amanda still couldn’t equate her with the female warlock in Roger’s mouth.

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

With a solemn and serious expression, she gently squeezed the silver cup with her left hand and stirred it slowly and evenly with her right hand.

Many people will subconsciously think of warlock rituals and experiments when watching her movements.

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

“Ok……”

“No more, no less, 48 laps, just right.”

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

Margaret passed the cup in her hand.

“Taste it. This is a small benefit for you to join this big family. Next time you will have to wait until you officially become my disciple.”

In all fairness, Marguerite is a beautiful woman, and there is no way to distinguish this woman’s specific age from her skin and appearance alone.

Her hair is gorgeous golden color, which matches the golden and brilliant colors around her. Her golden eyebrows are very thin, and even the lips are painted pale golden.

Of course, the clothes on the body should be perfectly unified with the surrounding environment.

Well, Amanda really can’t complain about this kind of aesthetic.

He took the cup and took a sip.

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

“This is indeed the most I have ever drunk…”

Before she could say anything, the coffee in her stomach exploded like a flame. Amanda’s eyes widened sharply. Her body trembled violently. The cup in her hand seemed to fall to the ground at any time.

Marguerite leaned back and watched with interest, gradually showing a trace of appreciation on her face.

Fragrant sweat dripping.

When Amanda returned to her senses, she realized that her clothes had been soaked in sweat. She looked down and found that there was not a single drop of liquid in the cup.

“what happened?”

“This can be considered a test.”

Margaret smiled, “Your aptitude is better than I expected, much better.”

She clapped her hands, “Okay, now return the cup to me.”

“This is something used by the royal family of Faku 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 see the strength and ambition in you!”

“Ambition?”

This answer is obviously beyond Amanda’s expectation, “If it is for this reason, I am afraid that you will be disappointed.”

“I am not an ambitious person.”

“As for the strong?”

“It’s not even with me.”

“Oh?”

Margaret raised her eyebrows.

“you sure?”

“Of course, I still know myself very well.”

“That’s not necessarily.”

“What I saw may be the real you.”

Margaret smiled mysteriously.

Just as Amanda wanted to say something more, there was a knock on the door.

“Teacher, the people from the Hunter’s Guild said there is something important to see you.”

“not see.”

Margaret refused without hesitation.

“But he brought a letter from Mr. Chairman.”