"How is it? Did you see it clearly?" As soon as Fors left the street where Viscount Stratford's mansion was located, she saw Xio walking back with a gloomy and slightly confused expression.
Xio nodded hesitantly:
“I see clearly…”
After saying this, she seemed to finally come to her senses and said in shock:
"I know her, no, him!"
"Him?" Fors was confused.
Xio observed his surroundings out of habit before saying:
"He's Sherman! The Sherman I told you about!
"He, he turned into a woman!"
Fors was stunned and asked subconsciously:
"Are you making a mistake?
"Actually Sherman's sisters?"
Xio shook his head firmly:
“No, she admitted it herself and asked me not to bother her. She wanted to say goodbye to the past completely!
"But...how did he become a woman..."
Fors's eyes turned, and he suddenly remembered something. He thought for a moment and said:
"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 during a free discussion.
"Ah? Really?" Xio's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.
"Sure!" Fors had already remembered the specifics and gave an answer with great certainty.
"This..." Xio found it hard to accept for a moment, but couldn't find an excuse to refute it, so he had to ask, "Which way?"
Fors replied:
“Witch!
"Uh, the 'Assassin' path."
"Witch... Sherman actually became a witch..." Xio repeated to himself.
Suddenly, her voice became a little louder:
“Will she be taken advantage of?
"No, I have to remind her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xio turned around and ran at full speed, trying to catch up with the cab again.
However, she couldn't find her target after chasing for several blocks. Sherman and the carriage seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Xio gradually slowed down and finally stopped, looking at the empty street ahead with a complicated expression.
Behind her, Fors passed through several walls and finally caught up with her.
"Gone..." Quinn whispered.
Fors also looked forward and responded thoughtfully:
"We've been discovered..."
Without waiting for Xio to speak, she turned around and sighed:
"Go back and find another opportunity."
Xio did not take a step and remained standing there.
After several seconds, she said to Fors's puzzled look:
“Now that they’ve discovered there’s a problem, will they take action in advance?”
"It's possible! If they don't want their plan to fail, they will probably try to make a last-ditch effort tonight before we are ready!" Fors immediately agreed with Xio's judgment, "Let's go back to Viscount Stratford, hide in a more secluded place, and continue monitoring!"
Xio nodded immediately and responded without any hesitation:
"good."
…………
In the dock area, inside a warehouse filled with a lot of goods.
Sherman sat on a dirty wooden box with his hands clasped behind his back, his body wrapped in thin and tough spider silk.
Her whole body seemed to be encased in a transparent cocoon, unable to make even a sound.
"This is not a bad thing for you." Triss stood in front of Sherman, holding a ball of inky black flame in her hand. "At least you can be sure whether he really loves you or is deceiving you."
Sherman was angry and frightened, and tried his best to express his begging with a whimpering sound, but Triss was not moved at all. She turned over the palm holding the black flame and pressed it on Sherman's stomach.
The flame seemed to have a spirit. It first dispersed like running water, and then penetrated the skin and flesh as if it had no shape, trying to get inside.
Triss's smooth black hair fluttered in the air against the laws of nature, pulled by invisible hands and stretched out in all directions, so that the air around her was tainted with an inexplicable smell.
The hair gradually became thicker, scattered apart, and each strand was clearly visible.
At their bottom, deep rays of light emerged, carrying curses and words, flowing forward rapidly, merging into the dark flames, entering Sherman's stomach, and quickly disappearing.
Sherman's face trembled uncontrollably, but there was no feeling of pain, as if it was just a purely instinctive reaction.
She quickly calmed down and saw Triss, who was wearing a dark long dress in front of her, fading little by little, becoming transparent until she disappeared.
Sherman's pupils dilated and she struggled again, but she couldn't break free from the restraints.
She exhausted herself again and again, and started again and again, just like a flood rising centimeters by centimeters in the silent warehouse.
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the warehouse suddenly opened backwards with a clang and hit the walls on both sides.
A figure staggered in, it was the middle-aged Viscount Stratford.
He did not wear a white wig as usual when going out, revealing his high hairline and rather messy black hair, the latter of which was stuck together in clumps, as if it had been soaked by the heavy rain and dried a little. However, for several hours before, the clouds were thin and the red moon was hanging in the sky, and it had not rained at all.
On Viscount Stratford's face, drops of sweat were sliding down the hard lines to his neck, and there seemed to be countless black lines flowing under his skin.
His body was slightly hunched, his facial muscles were twisted, and his eyes were full of pain and worry.
After looking around and finding Sherman, he was delighted at first, but then became anxious and rushed over with some difficulty keeping his balance.
And when Sherman saw him enter the warehouse, his face suddenly became lively, as if covered with a layer of light.
She then revealed a look of mixed worry and fear, and tried to shake her head like crazy, but her neck was firmly fixed by the spider silk and she could not turn it at all.
She became more and more anxious, to the point that tears began to flow from her eyes, drop by drop, crystal clear and fragile.
Just as Viscount Stratford was about to run to her, a loud bang suddenly occurred between the two of them.
There seemed to be an invisible wall separating Viscount Stratford and Sherman, making it difficult to cross.
"If you want to lift the curse and take her away, then answer my questions without hiding anything." At this time, a figure quickly emerged in the corner of the warehouse.
Her facial features are charming in their own way, and when combined together, they are extremely sweet, as if the lover that every boy has fantasized about in his youth is the witch Triss.
Without waiting for Viscount Stratford's response, she raised her right hand and a dark flame burst out.
All the exposed skin on Viscount Stratford's face, hands, and neck suddenly became transparent, revealing every blood vessel.
And inside every blood vessel, the black flame burns quietly and flows silently.
The pain in Viscount Stratford's eyes reached its peak at this moment, but disappeared in an instant.
His expression became extremely grim, and there was even a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if the one who was cursed was not him, but Triss who was a long distance away.
A large amount of black flames suddenly rose up around Triss in the corner of the warehouse, illuminating the dense invisible spider silk, but she was unable to ignite them.
In an instant, Triss was "sealed" in a transparent "cocoon" just like Sherman, unable to move or escape.
Another figure appeared at the ventilation vent high up in the warehouse. It was a lady of unknown age, wearing a simple and holy white robe. She had black hair and blue eyes, and was beautiful and graceful, with an indescribable charm.
"Caterina Pellet..." Triss seemed to have used up all her strength and finally called out a name.
At this time, Viscount Stratford reached over his body and pulled out an illusory puppet that was densely wrapped in black fire threads.
He glanced at Sherman beside him, then turned to Triss and smiled:
“I never take things that concern life lightly. After Sykes died, I knew it would be my turn one day.
“Haha, you are hunting me, so of course there are others who want to hunt you. We were very patient and afraid of scaring you away, so we did nothing and waited until today.
"Also, your gift is very nice."
After hearing Viscount Stratford's words, Sherman, who was still struggling out of habit, suddenly stopped all movements, his expression more dull than ever before.
Her eyes were wide open but unfocused, as if she was sinking inch by inch in the water.
"Love..." Triss suddenly laughed, perhaps sarcastically or at herself.
She was not nervous or panicky at all.
…………
At Meige Manor, the night has fallen.
Klein had just fallen asleep, arranging accommodation for more than 20 guests and preparing for the hunting activities the next day, when he suddenly woke up.
His intuition triggered a premonition, and a picture appeared in his mind:
Major General Qonas Kilger, dressed in a shirt and trousers, flew out of the guest room window stealthily, floating outside against the laws of nature.
This... I haven't even started yet... He came here for his own purpose... Klein had a flash of thought, and he had already controlled a cockroach outside, transforming it into a secret doll, using its "eyes" to observe the surroundings.
Almost at the same time, Qonas Kilger appeared.
After leaving Meige Manor, the demigod immediately confused the "distance" and quickly came to the bank of the Tussock River, preparing to cross it.
The cockroach just watched quietly without any reaction.
He was going to the south bank of the Tussock River...what did he want to do...he liked to go hunting in the suburbs, was it to cover up such actions? Was there a reason why he introduced Meige Manor to me? Klein lay in bed, carefully analyzing Qiunas' behavior.
When the demigod from MI9 actually set foot on the south bank of the Tussock River, Klein suddenly remembered something:
After he escaped from the underground ruins where Ince Zangwill and the others were, he appeared in the northwest of Backlund, on the south bank of the Tussock River, not too far from the area where the Meige Manor was located.