After hearing the girl's firm answer, Fisher returned to the bed. He looked at the "girl" in front of him, and from top to bottom, he stayed on the bulging softness of her chest for several seconds, making Carlo blush slightly, and shouted at Fisher,

"Look, I'm completely female all over! Would you like to get a taste of an artificial witch? Or are you really a Schwali gay? ”

Fisher didn't bother to pay attention to his hard mouth, he sat down in the chair next to the bed, and said to Carlo,

"The transaction can continue, but I must confirm your sincerity, you tell me the clues of the undead witch first, otherwise this matter will not be discussed."

Caro pursed his lips and sighed in agreement, as if remembering something, he said,

"Our Witch Research Society has been chasing the Mother Goddess for a long time, and I used to be like those crazy people, believing that the witches' huge magical power is the only way to get close to the Mother Goddess, so when they asked for human experiments, I agreed on impulse."

"Those mutilated man-made witches, like Bart's, relied on my flesh and blood to implant them into their bodies..."

Hearing this, Fisher frowned and said,

"You're saying that you can create an artificial witch by simply taking your flesh and implanting it?"

"No, it's not." Carlo shook his head and explained, "It's not a simple implant, it's a very complex technique, and I don't know how they did it." The part grafted on those people's bodies is not only the body, but also the part of the magic circuit, and it can also make them not repulsive and become a new part of the body. ”

"I'm not sure how the Witch Workshop got this technology, but I can assure you that this technology came from outside the Society." Carlo gritted her teeth, and the dislocated hand next to her slowly and automatically returned to its original state, and at the same time, a sharp pain made her frown,

"After implanting the witch's part with that technology, it is true that new witches will be created, and they will gain their own [characteristics]. So they locked me up, took flesh and blood from me all the time, and cultivated one artificial witch after another..."

As soon as he mentioned this, Caro's eyes flashed with a deep hatred,

"I became a witch, the most perfect witch in their mouths, but I didn't feel the call of the mother goddess at all, not at all! All I felt was the pain of being taken from my flesh! That's why I escaped from there, to Nari. ”

"I'm not here to listen to your bitter story, I want a clue to the real undead witch."

Fisher reminded the other party at an inopportune time, causing Carlo to look at him hatefully, and then continued,

"As I said before, I also created artificial witches with that kind of technology, but the reason why I am more successful than others, and more different, is because the part I implanted came from a real witch. That witch is terrifying, unlike others who create new traits, I inherited some of the traits of that witch, so I can be sure that the owner of the part I implanted is definitely the real undead witch you are looking for. ”

"Where is the part you implanted?"

In the face of Fisher's inquiring gaze, Carlo gently reached out and lifted the long brown hair on his head a little, only to see that on the forehead, in a sea of brown hair, a slender long black hair was implanted into the scalp. Strange to say, it was just a hair, but in Fisher's eyes, he subconsciously felt that the hair did not belong to Carlo, as if it was out of place.

"Do you see, that black hair... I just implanted a single hair that burrowed into my body like a monster and transformed everything about me. My gender, my magic circuit, and even part of my thoughts were all encroached upon by this simple hair. In the beginning, I could still feel that hair a lot, and it was horrible..."

"Feelings? What can a hair feel like? ”

"It's not! It's the feeling of the owner of this hair, I can feel that she has found me, and I can still feel her cold gaze! During that time, I couldn't sleep every night, and I felt so cold every day, as if I was the only one in the whole world. That's why I'm sure the owner of this hair is still alive, and she must be the undead witch you're looking for. ”

Fisher looked at the hair and was silent for a moment before he continued,

"Do you still feel that feeling now?"

Fisher wanted to follow the connection between Carlo and the witch and catch the witch's traces, because he felt that measuring the origin of the owner of the hair according to the usual magic method would definitely be the same as the veil of the previous usurper.

I don't know if I can make it, but I need to give it a try.

Carlo nodded, then said,

"Sometimes it's okay, but it's getting more and more blurry, I can't feel her cold anymore, maybe she's been in a good mood in the past few years, so she doesn't bother to torture me, so I don't feel it so clearly."

"This hair was found while we were searching for ancient ruins, and I was on site at the time. If you'll help me get rid of the Pink Pavilion and the Witch Workshop, I'll tell you where that ruin is. Or if you have other tracking methods, magic or something, I can cooperate with you, how about it? ”

Carlo lowered her hair and looked at Fisher, who was contemplating.

Fisher nodded and said,

"Yes, I'll help you get out. You continue to stay in the Pink Pavilion for the first time, pretend that nothing happened, the transaction between us is secret, and if the Pink Pavilion finds out, you can ask for more blessings, and I'll tell you the specific plan later. ”

"And how do I contact you?"

Fisher glanced at her, then picked up a piece of writing paper next to the bedside and wrote her an address,

"Tomorrow afternoon, go to this place, I will make a magic messenger to deliver a message, you go here tomorrow to get the item that summons it, when I give you a message, that thing will light up, you can also use that thing to summon the messenger if you want to tell me."

Carlo took the same thing as the address, and then nodded, but looked at Fisher in front of him suspiciously, because in his impression, this guy was too cunning, and who knew if he would use any means.

Fisher pondered the information he got today, and without looking at Carlo, he seemed to know his consideration, he slowly stood up and gave him a reassurance,

"Don't worry, that witch is much more important than you, I don't need to trick you with clues. Be careful when you go back, the Pink Pavilion is not simple, if you show a flaw and get locked up, I won't be able to save you. ”

"Hmph, don't worry, I'm not stupid."

"I hope so."

This time Fisher was really leaving, he put his gentleman's hat on his head and got out of the hotel room, paid the room and walked into the bustling street of Saint-Nari.

Not far from here, he could already see the place lit up with pink light, as if the night sky was not clean, and the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Fisher glanced in that direction, ready to go a long way and then take the carriage or tram.

It was only at this moment, based on the little information he had received before, that Fisher remembered the simple black hair, and a long-ago suspicion came back to his mind.

Is there a possibility that Renee's guy is the undead witch that Fisher has been looking for? Everything she said to herself was lying, all to deceive herself?

In fact, the undead witch that Fisher has been looking for is by her side, her characteristics, her magic level and everything are fake, she likes to watch herself look around the world for the so-called undead witch, but she can't find the fact that she is by her side?

Remembering Renee's terrible personality, Fisher suddenly felt that it was very likely.

There's another question, that is, why did the Pink Pavilion want Caro to complete the seemingly impossible task of assassinating the Schwali diplomatic corps?

Don't they know the intelligence of this artificial witch?

Fisher thought as he suddenly reached out and pulled out a small photo from his wallet in his arms. The photograph is black and white, and the main image is very simple, a photograph of a lark standing on the windowsill of Fisher's rental house.

But this thing is actually a communication item that Renee has left for herself, and she can rely on it to contact her when she is not around.

I saw Fisher hold the photo with one hand, and reach into the photo with the other, the photo instantly lit up with a touch of dark purple brilliance, and Fisher suddenly grabbed an entity in that illusory brilliance, he took out the entity, and a purple lark appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Fisher! Fisher! Is there anything you need Hart to do? ”

Hart's voice rang out, and Fisher touched Hart's head and said to it,

"Go get Renee back, I have something I want to ask her."

"Okay! Good! ”

The lark tilted its head, and circles of purple brilliance lit up on its body, and its small figure slowly dissipated, heading straight for the clouds.