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

　　 On the way to the factory, Chris asked.

　　 "Who is behind the scenes?"

　　 "An incident of this scale can no longer be done by one or two people, and there is no clue in 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?"

　　 "Is there no 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 resolved 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 talking young man.

　　 "Do you know what you are talking about?"

　　 Chris said in a cold voice, "Don't you know the difference between us and those extraordinary forces?"

　　 "Hold...apologize."

　　 "There is no second time."

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

　　 Everyone has searched around, and a lot of information has actually been checked. At this time, coming again is just a hopeless choice.

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

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

"what?"

　　On the distant hillside, something seems 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 very fresh, and it didn't seem to be long before it was buried.

　　 Chris's face sank, "Dug it!"

"be careful."

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

　　 Someone walked forward quickly at this time.

　　 "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 looked like a dead man in front of him, a gleam of light flashed in Chris' eyes.

　　 "Take him, let's go back to Bordeaux."

　　 "I may have found the key to the matter."

　　 "In addition..."

　　 Chris hesitated, "Call to inform the guild, I hope I can get Ms. Margaret's help."

　　 "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 is indifferent rejection.

　　 At the end, she said again, "Mr. Chris, at your level, this kind of request is somewhat overstepped."

　　 "No matter what you want to do, please send at least one person of equal weight."

　　 "Linda forget it, please go there in person by Mr. Black or Mr. Chairman."

　　 She nodded politely, and the doll next to 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 in Bordeaux.

　　 I saw this woman again, but Amanda still couldn't equate her with the female warlock that Roger said.

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

　　 She has a solemn and serious expression, gently squeezing the silver cup with her left hand and stirring 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.

　　 Marguerite passed the cup in her hand.

　　 "Try it, this is a little benefit for you to join this big family, next time you will wait until you officially become my disciple."

　　 To be fair, 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. The golden eyebrows are very thin, and even the lips are painted light golden.

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

　　 Well, Amanda really can't complain about this aesthetic.

　　 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 the words fell, the coffee in her stomach exploded like a flame. Amanda's eyes widened fiercely. 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 with sweat.

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

"what happened?"

　　 "This is a kind of test, right."

　　 Marguerite smiled, "Your qualifications are better than I expected, much better."

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

　　 "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?"

　　 Marguerite smiled. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

　　 "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 it will disappoint you."

　　 "I am not an ambitious person."

　　 "As for the strong?"

　　 "It's not even with me."

"Oh?"

　　 Marguerite 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."

　　 Marguerite smiled mysteriously.

　　 Amanda just wanted to say something, there was a knock on the door.

　　 "Teacher, the people from the Hunter's Guild said there is something important to see you."

　　 "No see."

　　 Marguerite refused without hesitation.

　　 "But he brought a letter from Mr. Chairman."

　　

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