"Did you find out who the murderer is?"

Hearing this, Triss' tone was a little puzzled. Wasn't the murderer the monster in the forest? Could there be someone else? Wayne didn't keep her in suspense. He told Triss the clues he found after entering the mine, the search for the coroner, and the series of actions to identify the murderer.

Finally, he took out the letter he had found in Link's house, as well as the hair and other personal belongings, handed them to the sorceress, and said:

"It's been confirmed, Triss."

"Now, as long as we use the prophecy spell to confirm Link's location, we will most likely be able to find the location of the Deer-Headed Spirit."

After listening to Wayne's complete answer, Triss's eyes flickered, her cheeks flushed, and she clapped her hands in admiration, "Excellent reasoning and ability to act."

"Choosing you as my helper is indeed the right choice, Wayne."

"If I leave this matter to the city guards or myself, it will definitely not be possible to locate useful information so quickly."

"Leave the rest to me,"

"I'm going to prepare the materials needed for the prophecy ritual. Once I confirm Link's location, we'll go kill the deer-headed spirit together."

Triss's tone was a little excited. She originally thought that she would spend several days here, but she didn't expect that Wayne had almost found out the truth just after arriving here today. This was also a big surprise for her and her family.

After all, the sooner this matter is resolved, the smaller the economic losses will be, and the relationship with the Duke of Maripo, the most powerful man in Maripo City, will also improve, so there are still many benefits.

Being able to have a good relationship with a great nobleman would be a help even for her as a royal adviser.

After Triss left, Wayne was not idle either. He had been busy all day and had not even had lunch. He took Alan to a very famous restaurant in the city and had a sumptuous lunch, allowing Alan, an ordinary hunter who had never seen the world, to enjoy the feeling of being a rich man.

The young man had followed him for a whole day, which was considered a bit of a credit, as Master Wayne had always been a generous man.

By the time the two returned to Triss's family residence, the sorceress had completed the preparations required for the prophecy ceremony.

Triss used a relatively ancient method of prophecy this time. Although it has a rather confusing official term, most spellcasters simply call it visceral divination.

In a magic circle that looked quite ancient, a goat with white fur was fixed in the center of the magic circle.

Link's hair was wrapped in a special piece of paper with a magic spell written on it, and then eaten by the goat.

Around the goat, there are some strange-shaped stones, frogs, mice, beast skulls and several symbolic magical materials.

Outside the magic circle, Triss was dancing a strange dance and chanting awkward and tongue-twisting magic spells. This lasted for more than ten minutes. Only when beads of sweat appeared on the red-haired beauty's forehead did she stop the prayer ritual.

Then, picking up a strangely shaped dagger from the magic circle, which was probably carved from animal bones, Triss walked to the goat that stood motionless in the center of the magic circle, as if its soul had been taken away.

A knife was stabbed into the goat's stomach, and with a loud bang, its stomach was completely cut open. Various internal organs flowed to the ground through the wound.

After all the viscera had flowed onto the magic circle, the goat still stood without falling. The sorceress deftly withdrew from the magic circle, stood at the edge of the magic circle, and began to carefully observe the position, color, shape, and other information feedback of these viscera that only the sorceress could distinguish.

Although this kind of visceral divination is bloody and ancient, Wayne has read some related records in many books and it is an old method from thousands of years ago. However, in the world of magic, many things are more useful the older they are.

The same is true for visceral divination.

A few minutes later, Triss let out a breath, came to Wayne, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a somewhat relaxed expression: "Found it, Wayne."

"The owner of those hairs is indeed not dead. He is now in the forest south of the mine, about five or six miles away. I have already locked onto his location."

"After I rest for a while and recover my mana, we'll set off there."

"You also need to be prepared in advance. If the enemy is a deer-headed spirit, you might be besieged by a group of monsters after you arrive there."

Wayne nodded. He had already simulated this opponent many times in his mind and was mentally prepared.

However, necessary preparations for battle still need to be made. As the guardian of the forest, the Deer-Headed Demon, like most plant monsters, is most afraid of fire, followed by silver weapons.

Therefore, honeycomb bombs and Dragon's Dream are indispensable. Fortunately, alchemical bombs are luxury items that are becoming less and less for other demon hunters, but for Master Wayne, this thing is just like an arrow, just an ordinary consumable. The warehouse in his home is already full of them.

There is even a risk of it expiring if you don't use it quickly.

As for the choice of witcher potion, Wayne thought about it and decided that it had to be the unshakable swallow potion, combined with the thunder potion that increased strength, and the tawny owl that enhanced reaction ability.

If for no other reason, it is to be able to speed up one's dodging ability in battle to avoid being hit by the monster's attacks. Even if one is not seriously injured, it will be very painful.

Unfortunately, the Deer-Headed Demon is a remnant monster, a very rare type of monster. To deal with this monster, remnant oil should be used, but Wayne has only seen relevant records of this sword oil in the books of Kaer Morhen. He has not found the specific production method yet, so he can only give up this option.

Soon, when Wayne had made all the preparations before the battle, Triss also made hers. The red-haired beauty was still so careful. She specially sent someone to find two docile mares to serve as a means of transportation for the two of them.

The location of the Deer-Headed Demon is quite far away from here. If they walk there, perhaps both of them will have exhausted more than half of their physical strength before the fight even starts.

After everything was ready, Wayne and Triss did not delay any longer. They rode on two mares, one in front and one behind, and rushed towards where Link was.

While riding along, Wayne discovered that Triss was not at all as delicate as those noble ladies. Her riding skills were no worse than those of ordinary men, and her every move was quite heroic and cute.

She was wearing a heroic ladies' knight's uniform, black riding boots, and a red patterned leather jacket, revealing two white hemispheres on her chest, and a pearl necklace around her neck.

In addition to being a little playful and cute, she has a much more confident temperament than ordinary women, which can unconsciously attract people's attention.

About half an hour later, the two ran in the forest and soon arrived at a place not far from the location where Triss had locked onto.

And Wayne's sharp eyes have noticed the skeleton totem standing in the forest.

It was a terrifying totem made of a mixture of various animal and human bones. Not only was it splashed with bright red blood, it also exuded a disgusting aura that warned people to stay away from it.

When their mounts came to a distance of about ten meters from the totem, they dared not move forward any further.

There was no choice but to dismount and walk.

Triss frowned, walked around the totem, and said, "It's black magic, the black magic used by the Deer-Headed Spirit."

"Destroy it. Keeping it will only increase the power of the Deer-Headed Spirit and make it more difficult to deal with."

Upon hearing this, Wayne made a seal with his hand, and then Igri's flames engulfed the totem, igniting it into a blazing torch.

With the torch burning, after just a few seconds, Wayne's ears suddenly moved. He quickly pulled out the Statik electric blade from his waist, looked at Triss, and warned:

"Be careful, Triss, there are enemies coming, and there are quite a few of them."

When Triss heard this, she didn't doubt it and her heart immediately tightened. She took out the red orb that she used last time in the tomb from her waist bag, walked to Wayne's side, and became alert carefully.

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, accompanied by the howling of wolves, more than a dozen wild wolves surrounded from all directions, and along with them came a dozen huge crows in the sky.

They were taller and larger than their ordinary counterparts, and showed no fear towards the two men. Their bloodshot red eyes were filled with murderous intent, and their mouths were open, drooling, as if they were ready to pounce at any time.

Wayne observed the situation, turned to Triss, and said, "Don't worry, cast your spell, Triss. I will protect you."

After hearing this, Triss glanced at Wayne and without hesitation, raised the red orb in her hand and began to chant a spell. A large amount of chaotic magic power began to gather around her, and it seemed that even the temperature around her had risen slightly.

The wolves and crows surrounding the two men seemed to have sensed the danger. They immediately opened their mouths and let out demonstrative roars. Then, as if they had received orders, they began to cooperate with each other and attacked the two men.

However, they are facing a demon hunter who has drunk magic potion, possesses powerful weapons, and is fully prepared.

Wayne held his breath and concentrated, holding the electric blade in his hand, with all his muscles tensed. When the first wild wolf entered his attack range, his body suddenly jumped up and immediately turned into a bolt of lightning, appearing next to the wild wolf in an instant. The electric blade in his hand turned into an afterimage, and chopped off the wolf's head in a swish.

Seeing this, the other wolves were not afraid at all. They jumped up one after another and tried to attack the witcher from different directions.

However, Wayne swept the dagger in his hand violently, and a chain lightning as thick as an arm flew out from his dagger and quickly hit the three wild wolves that pounced on him. The strong electric current, accompanied by the wolves' shrill howls, turned them into charred corpses that smelled like barbecue.

A dozen crows swooping down from the sky were ignited into burning fireballs by Wayne's Igni Sign.

Under the protection of Wayne's powerful strength, no beast could break through his defense and interfere with Triss who was casting a spell.

As the saying goes, "too much fur makes a fire weaker." Whether it's a wild wolf or a crow, these beasts covered with fur have fatal weaknesses when facing fire.

Just as Wayne and the beasts were engaged in a battle, Triss's spell quickly completed, and a large number of fireballs gushed out from her fiery red orb, as if she was holding a large firework in her hand. Both the wild wolves and the crows were quickly engulfed in countless fireballs.

(End of this chapter)