"How's that? do you see clearly?" Forth had just left the street where the Viscount of Stafford was located, when he saw Hugh walking back with a gloomy expression and a little dazed.

Hugh nodded hesitantly:

"See the ...... clearly"

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

"I know her, no, him!"

"He?" said Folth, confused.

Hugh habitually observed the surroundings before saying:

"He's Sherman!

"He, he's become a woman!"

Furth was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and subconsciously asked:

"Would you be mistaken?

"Actually, Sherman's sisters?"

Hugh shook his head firmly:

"No, she confessed it to herself, and told me not to bother her, she was going to say goodbye to the past completely!

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

Furth's eyes rolled for a moment, and suddenly he remembered something, and said in thought:

"It's not impossible...... There is an extraordinary way to turn a man into a woman at some stage. ”

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

"Huh, really?" Hugh asked in disbelief with his eyes widening.

"Sure!" Forthth had already remembered the specifics, and gave the answer quite firmly.

"This ......" Hugh was a little difficult to accept for a while, but he couldn't find the words to refute it, so he had to ask, "Which way?"

Furth replied:

"Witch!

"Well, it's the 'Assassin' path. ”

"Witch...... Sherman turned out to be a witch......" Hugh repeated as if he were talking to himself.

Suddenly, her voice became a little louder:

"Will she be taken advantage of?

"No, I need to warn her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hugh turned around and strode wildly, trying to catch up with the rental carriage again.

However, she couldn't find her target even after chasing a few streets, and Sherman and the carriage seemed to disappear into thin air.

Hugh slowed down gradually, eventually stopping, looking at the empty street ahead with a complicated expression.

Behind her, Furth cut through several walls in a row and finally caught up.

"Gone......" Hugh whispered.

Forthth also looked ahead, and replied thoughtfully:

"Found ......"

Without waiting for Hugh to speak, she turned to the side and sighed:

"Let's go back and find another chance. ”

Hugh didn't take a step, but still stood there.

It was a few seconds before she said in Furth's puzzled eyes:

"Now that something is wrong, will they act in advance?"

"Possibly! If they don't want their plans to go bankrupt, they're likely to try to make a last-ditch effort tonight, before we're ready!" Forth immediately agreed with Hugh's judgment, "Let's go back to Viscount Stafford and crouch down to a more secluded place and continue to monitor!"

Hugh nodded immediately, and replied without the slightest hesitation:

"Good. ”

............

In the docklands, a warehouse with a lot of goods.

Sherman sat on a filthy wooden box, her hands clipped behind her back, her body wrapped in thin, tough spider silk.

Her whole body was like being encased in a transparent cocoon, and she couldn't even make a sound.

"It's not a bad thing for you either. Triss stood in front of Sherman, a pitch-black flame in her hand, "At least you can be sure that he really loves you, or if he's cheating on you." ”

Angry and frightened, Sherman tried to express her pleading with a whining voice, but Triss was unmoved, and flipped her palm holding the pitch-black flame and pressed it against Sherman's stomach.

The flames, like spirits, first spread out like flowing water, and then penetrated the skin and flesh as if they were disembodied in a disembodied manner, trying to burrow into it.

Trissy's smooth, jet-black hair fluttered against the laws of nature, being pulled by invisible hands, stretching out in all directions, so that the air around her was stained with an inexplicable smell.

The hairs were faintly thickened, scattered from each other, and distinct at the roots.

At the bottom of them, deep rays of light emerged, with curses and words, and flowed forward quickly, merging into the pitch-black flames, entering Sherman's belly, and quickly vanishing.

Sherman's face twitched uncontrollably, but there was no painful sensation, as if it was just a purely instinctive reaction.

She quickly calmed down, and saw Trissy's body in a long black dress in front of her fade little by little, gradually becoming transparent, until it disappeared.

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

She exhausted herself again and again, and began again and again, like a flood rising centimeter by centimeter in a silent warehouse.

After some time, the door of the warehouse slammed open and slammed against the walls on either side.

A figure staggered in, it was the middle-aged Viscount of Stafford who had already arrived.

He didn't wear a white wig and hood as usual, revealing a high hairline and rather messy black hair, the latter of which were glued together, as if soaked in torrential rain and dried a little, but for several hours before, the clouds were thin, the red moon hung in the sky, and it had not rained at all.

Viscount Stafford had drops of sweat running down the stiff lines to his neck, and countless thin black lines seemed to flow under his skin.

His body was slightly slumped, his facial muscles contorted, and his eyes were full of pain and worry.

After looking around, after discovering Sherman, he was happy at first, then became anxious, and rushed over with some difficulty in grasping the balance.

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

She then looked worried and frightened, and tried to shake her head like crazy, but her neck was firmly fixed by the spider silk and could not be turned.

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

Seeing that Viscount Steford was about to run in front of her, there was a sudden loud bang between the two.

It was as if there was an invisible wall separating Viscount Stafford and Sherman, insurmountable.

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

She has her own facial features, and she is even more sweet when combined, as if the lover that every man has fantasized about when he was a teenager is the witch Triss.

Without waiting for Viscount Stafford to respond, she raised her right hand directly, causing a pitch-black flame to burst out.

On Viscount Stredford's face, hands, and neck, all the exposed skin suddenly became transparent, highlighting one vein after another.

And in each vein, the black flame burned quietly, flowing silently.

The pain in Viscount Stafford reached its peak at this moment, but disappeared in an instant.

His expression became extremely cold, and there was a bit of ridicule in his eyes, as if it was not himself who was cursed, but Triss, who was separated by a long distance.

A large amount of black flames rose around Triss in the corner of the warehouse, shining a dense network of invisible spider silk, but it couldn't ignite them.

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

At the height of the warehouse, another figure was outlined, this was a lady of no specific age, wearing a simple and holy white robe, black hair and blue eyes, clear and beautiful, with an indescribable charm.

"Caterina Pellet......" Triss finally whispered a name as if with all her strength.

At this time, Viscount Stafford grabbed himself and pulled out an illusory puppet tightly entangled in black filigree.

He glanced at Sherman beside him, and then smiled at Triss:

"I never take matters related to life carelessly, and after the death of this guy Sykes, I knew that one day it would be my turn.

"Hehe, you're hunting me, of course there are others who want to hunt you, we are very patient, afraid of scaring you away, we didn't do anything, and we waited until today.

"Also, your gift is a great one. ”

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

Her eyes were wide open, but unfocused, as if they were sinking inch by inch in the water.

"Love ......" Triss suddenly laughed, as if sarcastic as if laughing at herself.

She wasn't a little nervous, she wasn't flustered.

............

Rose Song Manor, the night is dark.

Having arranged for more than twenty guests to stay and preparing for the next day's hunt, Klein had just fallen asleep when he suddenly woke up.

His instinctive hunch touched and sketched a picture in his mind:

Major-General Chunas Korg, in a shirt and trousers, flew out of the window of his guest room and floated out against the rules of nature.

This...... I haven't even done it yet...... He came here for his own purpose...... Klein's thought flashed, and he had already taken control of a cockroach outside, transforming it into a secret puppet, and observing the surroundings with the help of its "eyes".

Almost at the same time, Chunas Korg appeared.

After the demigod left the Rose Song Manor, he immediately confused the "distance" and quickly came to the bank of the Tasok River, ready to cross.

The cockroach watched silently, not responding.

He was going to the south bank of the Tasok River...... What does he want to do...... Was it because he liked to go hunting in the suburbs to cover up such an action? And that was why he introduced me to Rose Grove? Crane lay on his bed, and carefully analyzed the behavior of Chunas.

When the MI9 demigod actually set foot on the south bank of the Tassok River, Klein suddenly remembered something:

After he fled from the underground ruins where Ince Zangwei and the others were, he appeared northwest of Beckland, on the south bank of the Tasok River, not too far from the area where Rose Ge Manor was located.