"Bang!"

At this moment, a blue mist suddenly burst out around the figure who fell to the ground. In just a moment, thick smoke enveloped most of the room.

puff!

The bullet seemed to hit some hard object, and then a collision sound came from the window not far away.

As the glass shattered, something seemed to break through the window and fell to the ground.

Henrik had already stood up, and he didn't even aim. The muscles in his arms trembled and shot two shots in succession.

Kick!

The collision sound changed Henrik's face, and he obviously did not hit the real target.

roar!

With the stinking roar, Henrik's pupils shrank slightly, and half of the bookshelf in the blue smoke roared towards him.

Henrik quickly dodged to one side, and even while dodging, he still shot twice and sealed the space around the bookshelf.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of the wooden board breaking, a figure rushed out at an extremely fast speed, but his target was not Henrik who was still dodging to the side, but the opening door not far away.

And Roger standing at the door!

All this happened so quickly. From Roger entering the house to the figure roaring towards him, only a few seconds passed, and Roger had not even reacted at this time.

Seeing someone rushing in front of him, he subconsciously pulled out his short knife, not blocking it, but posing in an offensive posture!

The elf short sword technique has a huge lethal force.

By rushing forward, the thighs and waist exerted force, and the short knife was sent into the other party's heart at an extremely fast speed!

In the darkness, Roger couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but saw a pair of pupils like wild beasts in the flash.

But at this moment, a roar came.

"Does go!"

"Get out of here!!"

A flash of shadow flashed before his eyes. Hearing Henrik's voice, Roger had no time to think, and the short knife in his hand had no time to change his moves. His body rotated, and the short knife dragged in the air.

The next second, a violent force was transmitted along the blade!

collapse!

Click!

The short knife in his hand cracked in response to the sound, and Roger flew backwards like a scarecrow, and his body hit the wall in the distance.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Roger was so scared that he was sweating coldly. At that moment just now, he just subconsciously followed his body's instinct.

If the reaction was a little slower or his judgment was wrong, Roger would be a corpse at this time.

Roger is more than a little better than when he was on the island, but even so, he was almost instantly killed in one encounter.

Moreover, the opponent was shot by Henrik just now.

"How are you?!"

Henrik shouted.

“Somewhat loses strength.”

Before Roger could finish his words, he saw Henrik clenching his pistol and following him.

After hesitating for a moment, Roger gritted his teeth and followed closely.

Henrik rushed down from the second floor and saw Roger following behind him. His face changed, "What are you doing with me? Are you causing trouble?"

"I won't follow you. What should I do if the monster pulls the tiger away from the mountain and turns around and kills me?!"

Roger muttered angrily.

“wtf!”

"Why are you so afraid of death?"

"You only have one life, aren't you afraid?" No matter what Henrik said, Roger made up his mind to follow the other party.

Many people were lured away from the mountain in movies in previous lives, and Roger thought it would be better to be cautious.

Today, this monster is indeed strong, but Roger thinks that as long as he gives himself some time to improve his physical fitness and combat skills, he may even be able to win the next time he meets.

"If you can keep up with you, just follow me!"

Henrik said something angrily and speeded up.

A few minutes later, looking at the empty and quiet streets, Henrik stopped helplessly.

"The cunning thing is just a little bit!"

"I can't catch up, that guy ran away."

"Let's go back."

Not long after, the two returned to the manor again.

Sherman's manor was relatively remote, with no other residents around him, and there were mufflers installed at Henrik's muzzle, so when they returned to the manor, everything that happened here was still unknown to the outside world.

A big hole was broken into the window, and the snow-white curtains were sucked by the night wind and floated in the air. From a distance, they looked like a floating ghost.

Only then did Roger notice the smell of blood in the room.

Next to the desk near the fireplace, Sherman's right hand was supported on the table, the dagger in his hand penetrated his neck, and blood flowed down his chest, condensed into a large pool on the ground.

His eyes widened in horror, filled with doubts, surprise and despair before his death.

"Was he killed while attacking?" Roger was a little unsure.

"But the expression in his eyes... doesn't make sense."

"What's wrong?"

Henrik found a secret lattice behind the dumped bookshelf and pulled out several hands from it. Roger glanced over and noticed the eye-catching triangle logo on the title page.

"It's indeed the guys of the Three Holy Spirits, and it seems that they are infighting again."

Henrik searched through his hand.

"I found it, it's him."

He handed a piece of paper to Roger, "Recall, do you have any impression?"

Roger looked at the symbols and words on it, and was a little confused for a moment. He just glanced at it in a hurry, and the flames burned most of it.

"I'm not sure."

Henrik analyzes the ceremony at hand.

"You will know what the specific situation is, try it tomorrow."

“What to try?”

Roger asked.

Henrik smiled but didn't answer.

"Clean the traces we left behind, and leave the rest to the police."

"Leave it to the police?"

"Or what?" Henrik yawned.

"Luckily there are no one else in this house, otherwise we will be in trouble."

After erasing some unnecessary traces, the two of them returned to the manor as usual. After all this trouble, most of the night had passed.

Until he lay on the bed, Roger still felt a little incredible.

He had been trying to find opportunities to approach Sherman and find out the truth about the matter, but the sudden turn made Roger difficult to accept.

All signs indicate that Sherman was the mastermind of the beast attack, and now he is dead, it seems that everything is over.

What about the mysterious man tonight?

Sherman's accomplice...

still?

Roger was shocked and sat up from the bed.

Ivy?

"That woman is so strong?"

Fortunately, Henrik accompanied him tonight. If he had been sneaking into Sherman's manor by himself, he would have been very happy.

His heart was wafting and he didn't continue to meditate. All kinds of thoughts were intertwined in his mind. Roger fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, Anderin knocked on Roger's door and handed Roger a few notes.

"You will go to the restaurant at the intersection of the street to have dinner later. I still have something to do, so I can't send it to you."

Andrelin gave a few instructions and left in a hurry, looking at the direction, as if she was planning to go to Sherman's manor.
Chapter completed!