"How was it? Did you get a good look? " Just as Fors left the street where Viscount Stratford's residence was, she saw Xio walk back with a gloomy expression. She looked a little lost.
Xio nodded hesitantly.
"I did …"
After saying that, she seemed to finally snap to her senses and said in shock, "I know her.
"I know her, no, he!"
"Him?" Fors was confused.
Xio habitually observed her surroundings before saying,
"He's Sherman! The Sherman I told you about!
"H-he actually became a woman!"
Fors was taken aback when she heard that. She subconsciously asked,
She subconsciously asked, "Could it be that you got the wrong person?
"She's actually Sherman's sister?"
Xio shook her head firmly.
"No, she admitted it herself. She even told me not to disturb her. She wants to completely bid farewell to her past!
"But … How did he become a woman …"
Fors's eyes darted around as she suddenly recalled something.
In thought, she said, "It's not impossible … There's a Beyonder pathway that can turn a man into a woman at a certain stage."
She remembered that Miss Justice had mentioned something similar in one of their free exchanges.
"Ah? Really? "Xio's eyes widened as she asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" Fors had already recalled the exact details and gave a rather certain answer.
"This …" Xio found it hard to accept, but she couldn't find a retort. All she could do was press, "Which pathway is it?"
Fors replied, "Demoness!
"Uh, it's the Assassin pathway."
"Demoness … Sherman actually became a Demoness …" Xio muttered to herself.
"Demoness … Sherman actually became a Demoness …" Xio muttered to herself.
"Demoness … Sherman actually became a Demoness …" Xio muttered to herself.
"Will she be used by someone?
"No, I have to warn her!"
Just as she said that, Xio turned around and ran with large strides in an attempt to catch up to the rental carriage.
However, she didn't find her target even after chasing for a few streets. Sherman and the carriage seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Xio gradually slowed down and finally stopped. She looked at the empty street in front of her with a complicated expression.
Behind her, Fors passed through a few walls and finally caught up.
"Gone …" Xio muttered.
Fors similarly cast her gaze forward and replied thoughtfully, "That's right.
"I've been discovered …"
Without waiting for Xio to say a word, she turned around and sighed.
"Let's go back and find another opportunity."
Xio didn't take a step forward as she continued standing there.
After a few seconds, under Fors's puzzled gaze, she said,
"Since they've discovered the problem, will they take action in advance?"
"It's possible! If they don't want their plan to fail, they might try to make one last attempt tonight before we can prepare! " Fors immediately agreed with Xio's judgment. "Let's return to Viscount Stratford's place and crouch in a more secluded spot to continue monitoring!"
Xio immediately nodded and replied without any hesitation, "That's right.
"Alright."
…
In the dock area, inside a warehouse filled with goods.
Shermane sat on the dirty wooden box with her hands behind her back. Thin but tough spider silk coiled around her body.
It was as if she had been encased in a transparent cocoon, and she couldn't even make a sound.
"This isn't a bad thing for you." Trissy stood in front of Shermane, holding a pitch-black flame in her hand. "At the very least, you can determine if he really loves you or if he's lying to you."
Shermane was furious and horrified. She tried her best to plead with a whimper, but Trissy wasn't moved at all. She flipped her palm that held the pitch-black flame and pressed it against Shermane's stomach.
The flame seemed to have a mind of its own. It first dispersed like flowing water before penetrating the skin and flesh as though it didn't have a physical form in an attempt to burrow inside.
Trissy's smooth, raven-black hair fluttered in a manner that defied the laws of nature. It was pulled by invisible hands as it extended in every direction, causing the surrounding air to be tainted with a baffling smell.
The strands of hair vaguely became thicker as they dispersed, each strand distinct.
Deep beams of light surged out from beneath them, carrying curses and words as they rapidly flowed forward, fusing with the pitch-black flame and entering Shermane's stomach before quickly vanishing.
Shermane's face twitched uncontrollably, but she didn't feel any pain. It was as though it was a purely instinctive reaction.
She quickly calmed down and saw Trissy's body, who was dressed in a dark black dress, fade away bit by bit, gradually turning transparent until it vanished.
Shermane's pupils dilated as she struggled once again, but she was unable to escape her restraints.
She exhausted herself again and again, only to begin again and again. It was as though a flood was rising in a silent warehouse, one centimeter at a time.
After an unknown period of time, the warehouse's door opened with a bang, slamming into the walls on both sides.
A figure staggered in. It was none other than the middle-aged Viscount Stratford.
He didn't wear a white wig like he usually did when he went out. It revealed his rather high hairline and rather messy black hair. The latter was stuck together, as though it had been soaked by the storm and dried by the sun. But for the past few hours, the clouds had thinned and the crimson moon hung in the sky. It hadn't rained at all.
On Viscount Stratford's face, droplets of sweat slid down his stiff neck lines. Beneath his skin, there seemed to be countless black threads flowing.
His body was slightly hunched, and his facial muscles were contorted. His eyes were filled with pain and worry.
After surveying the area and discovering Shermane, he was first delighted before turning anxious. He charged over, finding it difficult to maintain his balance.
And when Shermane saw him enter the warehouse, her face suddenly turned lively, as though it was covered in a layer of light.
She then revealed a look of worry and horror as she frantically tried to shake her head. However, her neck was firmly held in place by the spider silk, preventing her from doing so.
She turned even more anxious, to the point that tears seeped out of her eyes. One drop after another, they were crystalline and fragile.
Just as Viscount Stratford was about to reach her, there was a loud bang between the two of them.
It was as though there was an invisible wall that separated Viscount Stratford and Shermane. It was impossible to cross.
"If you wish to remove the curse and take her away, answer my questions without hiding anything." At that moment, a figure quickly outlined itself in a corner of the warehouse.
Her facial features were charming, and when combined, they were abnormally sweet. It was as though she was the lover every man dreamed of when they were young. She was none other than Demoness Trissy.
Without waiting for Viscount Stratford's response, she raised her right hand, causing a pitch-black flame to shoot out.
The exposed skin on Viscount Stratford's face, hands, and neck instantly became transparent, and blood vessels protruded one after another.
And in every blood vessel, black flames burned silently as they flowed silently.
The pain in Viscount Stratford's eyes reached its peak at that moment, but it instantly vanished.
His expression turned extremely cold as his eyes had a hint of mockery. It was as though the one being cursed wasn't him, but Trissy, who was a great distance away.
In the corner of the warehouse, large amounts of black flames suddenly soared around Trissy, illuminating the dense, invisible spider silk. However, it was unable to ignite them.
In an instant, Trissy, like Shermane, was "sealed" in a transparent "cocoon." She was unable to move or escape.
At a vent high above the warehouse, another figure appeared. It was a lady of unknown age. She wore a simple and holy white robe. She had black hair and blue eyes. She was beautiful and had an indescribable charm.
"Katarina Pellè …" Trissy seemed to use all her strength to finally shout out a name.
At that moment, Viscount Stratford grabbed at his body and pulled out an illusory doll that was wrapped in black flames.
He shot a glance at Shermane and turned to Trissy with a smile.
"I've never been careless when it comes to matters that concern my life. After Sikes died, I knew that it would be my turn one day.
"Heh heh, you're hunting me, so of course there are others who wish to hunt you. We were very patient, afraid that we would scare you away. We didn't do anything and waited until today.
"Also, your gift isn't bad."
Upon hearing Viscount Stratford's words, Shermane, who was still struggling out of habit, stopped all her actions. Her expression was unprecedentedly lifeless.
Her eyes were wide open, but there was no focus in them. It was as though she was sinking inch by inch into water.
"Love …" Trissy suddenly laughed as though she was mocking herself.
She wasn't nervous or flustered at all.
…
Maygur Manor. It was already late at night.
After arranging the lodgings for more than twenty guests and preparing for the next day's hunting activities, Klein suddenly woke up shortly after he fell asleep.
His intuition was triggered as he outlined a scene in his mind.
Major-General Qonas Kilgor, who was dressed in a shirt and trousers, flew out from the guest room's window and floated out in violation of the laws of nature.
This … I haven't even done anything yet … He has his own motives for coming here … With a thought, Klein controlled a cockroach outside and turned it into a marionette. He used its "eyes" to observe his surroundings.
Almost at the same time, Qonas Kilgor appeared.
After this demigod left Maygur Manor, he immediately messed up the "distance" and quickly arrived at the bank of the Tussock River in preparation to cross it.
The cockroach looked on quietly and didn't react.
He's going to the south bank of the Tussock River … What does he want to do … He likes to hunt in the suburbs. Could it be to conceal such actions? This is also the reason why he introduced me to Maygur Manor? Klein lay in bed and seriously analyzed Qonas's actions.
When the MI9 demigod truly stepped onto the south bank of the Tussock River, Klein suddenly recalled something.
Back when he escaped from the underground ruins where Ince Zangwill and company were, he had appeared northwest of Baekeland, on the south bank of the Tussock River. It wasn't too far from where Maygur Manor was.
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