"How is it? Have you seen it clearly?" As soon as Forth left the street where Viscount Stford's mansion was, he saw Hugh walking back with a gloomy expression.

Hugh nodded hesitantly:

"I saw it clearly..."

After saying this, she seemed to finally come back to her senses and said in shock:

"I know her, no, he!"

"He?" Fors was confused.

After a casual observation, I said:

"He is Sherman! Sherman I told you!

"He, he actually became a woman!"

Fors was stunned when he heard this and asked subconsciously:

“Will you admit your mistake?

"Are sherman's sisters?"

Xiu shook his head firmly:

"No, she admitted it herself and told me not to disturb her. She wanted to say goodbye to the past completely!

"But... why did he become a woman..."

Forsi's eyes turned, suddenly remembered something, and said with thought:

“It’s not impossible… there is an extraordinary way to turn men into women at some stage.”

She remembered that Miss Justice mentioned similar things in a free exchange.

"Ah? Really?" Xiu asked in disbelief.

"Confirm!" Fors had already remembered the specific content and gave the answer quite confidently.

"This..." Xiu was a little unacceptable for a moment, but he couldn't find any words to refute, so he had to ask, "What is the way?"

Forth replied:

"Witch!

"Well, it's the 'assassin' path."

"Witch... Sherman actually became a witch..." Xiu repeated to himself.

Suddenly, her voice became louder:

“Will she be used?

"No, I have to remind her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiu turned around and ran wildly, trying to catch up with the taxi carriage again.

However, she couldn't even find the target after chasing several streets. Sherman and the carriage seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Xiu gradually slowed down and finally stopped, looking at the empty street ahead with a complicated expression.

Behind her, Fors passed through several walls and finally caught up.

"It's gone..." Xiu whispered.

Fors also turned his eyes forward and responded thoughtfully:

"Discovered..."

Before she could stop talking, she turned around and sighed:

"Go back and find another chance."

Don't take any steps, still standing there.

After several seconds, she said in Fors' confusion:

"Since there is something wrong, will they act in advance?"

"It's possible! If they don't want their plans to go bankrupt, they may try to make a last try tonight, before we get ready!" Fors immediately agreed with Hugh's judgment, "Let's go back to Viscount Steford, squat to a more hidden place, and continue monitoring!"

Xiu nodded immediately and responded without any hesitation:

"good."

…………

In the dock area, there is a warehouse with a lot of goods.

Sherman sat on the dirty wooden box, with his hands behind him, and thin and tough spider silk wrapped around his body.

She felt like she was put into a transparent cocoon, and she couldn't even make a sound.

"This is not a bad thing for you." Triss stood in front of Sherman, holding a ball of black flame in his hand. "At least you can be sure that he really loves you or is cheating on you."

Sherman was angry and frightened, trying hard to show his pleading voice, but Tris was not moved at all. He held the black flames and pressed it on Sherman's belly.

The flame was as spiritual as it was dispersed like flowing water, and then it penetrated the skin and flesh as if it had no body, trying to penetrate into it.

Tris' smooth and black hair floated against the natural law, and was pulled by invisible hands and extended to the surroundings, so that the surrounding air was stained with an inexplicable smell.

The hairs became vaguely thicker, scattered with each other, and clearly defined.

At the bottom of them, deep light emerged, with curses and words, flowing forward quickly, blending into the dark flames, entering Sherman's belly, and quickly disappeared.

Sherman's face twitched uncontrollably, but there was no pain, as if it was just a purely neuroinstinctive reaction.

She quickly calmed down and saw Tris's body in a dark long dress in front of her fade slightly, gradually becoming transparent until she disappeared.

Sherman's pupils dilated and she struggled again, but she couldn't get rid of the constraints.

She tried her best again and again, and started again and again, just like a flood in a quiet warehouse was rising one centimeter after another.

I don't know how long it took, but the door of the warehouse opened back with a clatter and hit the walls on both sides.

A figure staggered in, and it was Viscount Steford, who was already middle-aged.

He did not wear a white wig hood as he did when he went out, revealing his high hairline and quite messy black hair. The latter was stuck together in a circle, as if soaked in heavy rain and dried up a little, but for several hours before, the clouds were thin and the red moon was hanging in the air, and it had never rained at all.

On Viscount Steford's face, drops of sweat were sliding down the hard lines towards his neck, and under his skin, there seemed to be countless thin black lines flowing.

His body was slightly hunched, his face muscles were twisted, and his eyes were filled with pain and worry.

After looking around, he found Sherman, he was delighted first, and then became anxious, and rushed over with difficulty in grasping the balance.

When Sherman saw him enter the warehouse, his face suddenly became vivid, as if he was covered with a layer of light.

She then showed a mixed look of worry and fear, and tried to shake her head like crazy, but her neck was firmly fixed by spider silk and could not be turned.

She became more anxious, so that tears overflowed from her eyes, drop after drop, crystal clear and fragile.

Seeing that Viscount Stford was about to run to her, a loud bang suddenly broke out between the two.

There seemed to be an invisible wall there, separating Viscount Stford and Sherman from both sides, which was insurmountable.

"If you want to lift the curse and take her away, then you will answer my question without any concealment." At this time, a figure quickly outlined in the corner of the warehouse.

Her facial features are charming, and they are extremely sweet when combined together, as if every lover that every man had fantasized about when he was a teenager was the witch Triss.

Without waiting for Viscount Stford to respond, she raised her right hand and let a pitch-black flame rush out.

All the exposed skin on Viscount Steford's face, hands, and neck suddenly became transparent, highlighting one blood vessel after another.

In each blood vessel, black flames burned quietly and flowed silently.

The pain in Viscount Steford's eyes reached its peak at this moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

His expression became extremely cold, and there was a little teasing in his eyes, as if it was not himself who was cursed, but Tris, who had been separated by a long distance.

A large number of black flames suddenly rose around Tris in the corner of the warehouse, illuminating dense invisible spider silk, but they could not be ignited.

In an instant, like Sherman, Tris was "sealed" in the transparent "cocoon", unable to move and unable to escape.

Another figure was outlined at the location of the vent at the high level of the warehouse. This was a lady with no specific age. She was wearing a simple and holy white robe, black hair and blue eyes, clear and beautiful, and had an indescribable charm.

"Catrina Pelle..." Triss finally shouted a name as if he had exhausted all his strength.

At this time, Viscount Stford grabbed him and grabbed an illusory puppet tightly wrapped in black fire wire.

He glanced at Sherman beside him, and smiled at Tris:

"I never care about life. After the guy Sykes died, I knew that one day it would be my turn.

"Haha, you are hunting me, and of course there are others who want to hunt you. We are very patient, afraid of scaring you away, and did nothing, and we have been waiting until today.

"Also, your gift is pretty good."

Hearing Viscount Steford's words, Sherman, who was still struggling habitually, stopped all movements, and his expression was unprecedentedly dull.

Her eyes were wide open, but there was no focus, as if she was sinking inch by inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch

"Love..." Tris suddenly laughed, as if he was sarcastic and self-deprecating.

She was not nervous at all, and she was not panicked at all.
To be continued...