Five days have passed, and Roger has basically adapted to the life in the Polish headquarters. To be honest, he doesn't care about any related matters here.

On the first night, the woman named Rachel quietly got into Roger's room.

She twisted her waist like a beautiful snake and took off her clothes, but Roger only glanced at her coldly.

"Where did you come from, and where did you go back."

His face was calm and he didn't seem to see the desire in the woman's eyes at all.

"Take your clothes when you leave."

What Rachel saw in Roger's eyes was indifference. She couldn't help but shiver, and even ignoring her clothes, she fled through the window.

It was calm and calm for several days, and Gao Wen didn't take the initiative to contact Roger. Roger wanted to ask how things were going, but in the end he endured it.

It is not a good thing to hurry.

News came from the Knights. It is said that the passage opened by the Headless Horseman and others has been found in the forest where the warlocks' assembly is located, and they are strengthening it.

When everything is ready, you can gather people to enter another world and kill everything in the bud.

On the sixth day, Rachel came to visit Roger again.

But this time she came wearing clothes during the day.

"What's the matter?"

Rachel didn't even dare to look up at Roger's eyes.

"Mr. Bedwell, all of the missions of the Warlock Assembly have been investigated in Poland. They hope they can get some help from us."

This was originally a trivial matter, but Rachel didn't know the attitude of Roger, the heritage knight, towards warlocks, so he came to ask directly.

"You can take care of it," he said casually.

Rachel nodded, and then added, "Mr. Bedwell, the name of the warlock in charge of this mission is Amanda, she said..."

"Amanda?"

Roger's eyes lit up, "A red-haired warlock?"

Rachel nodded.

Roger still looked surprised when he saw Amanda, "Why are you here?"

"Because of the task cooperation, I always wanted to help you arrange to be with me, but Jahris helped me communicate several times, and it seemed that Margaret refused."

"The teacher talked to me several times."

Amanda still looks beautiful, and as her strength increases, she digs deeper and deeper into the blood. From the spirit to the body, her whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

"She hinted that I don't want to get too close to you. Several times, she wanted to introduce people from the Warlock Brotherhood to me, but I gave them an excuse to refuse!"

"After all, you are an inheritance knight, plus Jahris's lobbying, she didn't dare to deny it face-to-face, so she planned to send me to Rose to perform a mission to hunt down werewolves."

"What is this woman's plan?"

Roger frowned.

The last time she instructed Cynthia to do something, it can be regarded as a stumbling block. If Roger's own strength had not been improved a lot, I am afraid that he would have died under the attack of the two William.

He hasn't forgotten this incident, but there have been frequent incidents recently, and he has never found an opportunity or excuse.

He thought that he could make Margaret get rid of certain ideas by pulling on Bedwell's identity to make tiger skins, but now it seems that things may not be that simple.

"I heard the teacher occasionally mentioned that Green seems to have held a tripartite meeting. The leaders of the three major forces participated in the meeting. They seemed to have reached a certain consensus..."

"Margaret's own strength is almost impossible to improve, so she put her mind on me."

Amanda said.

"She wants to train you?" Roger frowned.

"How can it be?"

Amanda shrugged.

"Warlock doesn't believe in tears."

"This is a motto, but it also represents the warlock's attitude towards feelings. They don't believe in tears, and they don't believe in love."

"Only pure benefit."

"For a warlock with a long life and strong strength, what do you think is the purpose of training students?" Amanda looked at Roger.

This sentence caused Roger to think deeply.

Indeed, human reproduction is largely due to the shortness of life and the inevitable aging and weakness.

However, this situation does not exist for powerful transcendents.

So generally speaking, powerful transcendents have little interest in cultivating offspring or students.

"Unless it can bring them benefits!"

Roger said.

Amanda nodded.

"On the one hand, the strength of the organization requires the cultivation of more extraordinary people, but more importantly, it is the benefit of improving bloodline feedback."

"At the time of promotion to the transcendent, a seed belonging to a mentor was planted in each of our bloodlines. As we grow, this seed is also absorbing our strength."

"There is such a thing?"

Roger's face changed, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I was only aware of the recent improvement in my strength."

Amanda is also a little helpless, "This thing is very peculiar, it will not limit our growth limit, and even in the early stage can help us better understand our own strength."

"When we grow up to a certain level, we will leave our body and return to his master."

"By absorbing this seed, the corresponding instructor will gain insights and breakthroughs, accumulating less and more. This will become the only choice for many sorcerers in the bottleneck period."

"And when the seeds mature, we so-called disciples will be of no use to the teacher."

"Prior to this, they will try their best to extract the benefits from us..."

"For example, use our body as a bargaining chip to exchange with certain people in the Brotherhood or the Natural Association!"

"This time I was ready to go to Ross, but I didn't expect that when I was leaving, I was suddenly reassigned here to investigate another matter."

There was a trace of doubt on Amanda's face.

"The task is tricky?"

"No." Amanda shook her head.

"I'm just a little weird, she may know you are here, so she sent me to perform this task."

"Isn't it normal to do this?" Roger smiled, "I am at least a knight of inheritance, and now there are basically no tasks that I can't handle."

Roger said confidently.

He is indeed qualified to say this now.

"Forget it, I just came to see you."

Amanda's gaze passed from Roger's body.

"Tsk tusk, but I saw the druid who was obedient to you, I'm afraid she will readily agree to whatever you ask him to do?"

"It was just a simple task. At the beginning, a bizarre death occurred in a collector's manor. The warlock sent to investigate didn't find any clues. The matter was gone."

"However, not long after this, similar incidents occurred one after another in various parts of Europe. The incidents were concentrated in museums, exhibitions and other places, which attracted attention."

Amanda seemed to have no intention of caring about the story between Roger and his female subordinate. She continued:

"Later it became clear that the murder was a painting, no, it should be said that it was from several different paintings in the hands of the same person!"

"The murderer?"

Roger quickly thought of several spells.

"A witchcraft?"

Amanda shook her head, "No, we suspect it is a cursed item now. Now all the clues are gathered in Poland. Those paintings should have been spread from somewhere in Poland."

Amanda narrated what happened, and Roger listened carefully, which made him find a little bit of the feeling he had when performing tasks with Henrik.

"Don't you need help?"

Roger spread out his palms, "It just happens that I'm fine now, so I will investigate with you."

Amanda raised her head, "It's okay, but I hope that in addition to the normal support, you can leave this to me."

Confidence flashed in the girl's eyes.

"I have had the experience of performing tasks alone a few times."

Roger couldn't help being a little funny, but he nodded and agreed with Amanda's approach.

In the extraordinary world, only her own strength is the eternal truth. Amanda is an independent person, not a pet. She also needs to grow.

The man who was in charge of this task was originally a male warlock named Kidd. Although Amanda didn't say it clearly, Roger could also see this. Kidd expressed excessive enthusiasm for Amanda.

But at the dinner that day, Kidd saw Amanda sitting next to Roger and followed Roger back to his room.

Early the next morning, this guy wisely drew a clear line with Amanda, and even took the initiative to take on one of the more cumbersome projects. Before long, he left the Polish headquarters.

Amanda went out to collect information, and Roger began to study several murder oil paintings brought by the two Amanda in his spare time.

In addition to being proficient in monochord, Roger has no artistic accomplishments, and he can't tell the quality of these oil paintings.

Enabling the hunter's vision and strengthening his mental power, Roger carefully observed the oil painting in his hand.

Reaper in the wheat field.

Under the scorching sun, there is an endless field of wheat. In the field, several farmers who can only see their backs are bending over to harvest the crops in the field.

At first glance, this seems to be a normal oil painting, of course, the premise is to ignore the shaking heads on the wheat ears.

The fields planted in the fields are not crops at all. The painter uses a strange brushwork to present ordinary wheat ears with special embellishments, and then weirdly present another form.

The grains of wheat ears seem to be full, but they are just full heads.

"interesting."

To be honest, Roger prefers this kind of weird task to the rough fight.

This painting was originally normal, and its change occurred after the owner of the painting, Sir Stanford, slit his throat.

Blood is splashed on the oil painting, and the red blood is like a dye, turning a picture of autumn harvest into a veritable picture of harvest.

Even the figures of several farmers in the field became vague and strange.

Putting the painting aside, Roger continued to look down.

The first thing that came into view was a naked woman. At the first sight of this woman, Roger even thought she was lying in front of his eyes, scratching his head and making some invitations.

But then, after he concentrated his mind and turned on the hunter's vision, the woman in the oil painting changed wonderfully.

A flower grew on her beautiful face, and a needle-like mane appeared on her graceful body.

The whole painting is very clean and there is no trace of blood on it, but Roger thinks of the death of the owner of this painting.

"The woman split her head with an axe, and then planted a flower in her brain."

What's more frightening is that her secretary even saw the woman whose head was split, with a flower on her head, pushed open the door, and walked more than ten meters before she fell to the ground.

Roger became more and more interested in this matter, and he even suddenly felt that if he were an ordinary demon hunter, he would not have been involved in these disputes.

Then live in a city full of monsters, where reality and the transcendence blend, accept some weird tasks, clear the darkness of the city, and then be like ordinary transcendents.

Go to a bar where they often gather, drink, brag, chat, or occasionally fight, and then roll the sheets with a female hunter or witch who looks right.

Repeatedly.

This seems to be a good choice.

But obviously, even if he wants to live such a life now, it is almost impossible.

When the strength reaches a certain level, even if there is no action, many things will come to the door.

Whether destiny or fate, Roger can't tell how many of these are his own choices and how many are forced by the situation.

If he didn't see the water ghost, didn't step on the lighthouse, or didn't choose the cemetery hut, then everything might change.

Sweeping these thoughts out of his mind, Roger looked at the remaining paintings one by one.

There is a strange energy in the oil painting, which makes the brush seem to possess magical power, and the death method of each deceased is very strange, and there is no connection between each other.

While Roger was thinking, Amanda suddenly rushed in, her face was filled with excitement that could not be concealed.

"I found a useful clue!"

"In the beginning, we are always used to handling extraordinary events with extraordinary thinking, but in fact many extraordinary events happen in the real world, and similarly, we must follow certain rules in the real world."

Amanda's eyes gleamed like gems.

"It was through this method, starting from a realistic perspective, that I found the circulation direction of these paintings, and then delineated the final location in Poland."

She took one of the paintings excitedly, "Have you noticed this painting method and style?"

"look……"

Roger shrugged and couldn't help interrupting Amanda.

"You should know that my only pursuit of art is in that tube, but I didn't expect you to understand this."

Roger smiled~lightnovelpub.net~ I remember that before this summer, you were a high school girl who only cared about the days of the week of the TV series, but now..."

"These things are very simple. It is easy to learn with our spiritual power. As a qualified female warlock, in addition to strength, some qualities are also necessary."

"Okay, okay." Roger gave his own compliment in a timely manner.

"Excuse me, this beautiful, powerful and artistic sorcerer, can you please tell me, what is the clue you found?"

Amanda skipped the complicated explanation and said directly: "There is only one painter in Poland with a similar style that meets this requirement."

She pulled Roger up, "Hurry up, let's talk as we walk."

When the two left the castle, a pair of eyes in the woods watched all this peacefully.

"Bedwell, you said such a good opportunity, what should I do?"