In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 47 Serena

"It has only been less than a month since the blood in the body fully appeared."

Heisenberg smiled and said, "You must have some doubts about the changes in your body. Go ask her."

"Compared to Rebecca, she is undoubtedly more suitable to explain the rules of the abyss for you."

"Of course, there are some things that I don't need to say, and you understand."

Heisenberg said with a smile.

Ryan stared at the emails on his phone.

It was a message from Heisenberg. The content of the message was very short, nothing more than a string of numbers and a few characters.

It's Lawrence's cell phone number.

"Minister, I'm leaving the demon hunting organization temporarily, and I have something to send an email."

Roger shook his head helplessly: "I heard it just now."

"Also, you are now a temporary operator of the Demon Hunting Agency. In principle, if there is an urgent task, even if you are having sex with a girl, you must come to the Demon Hunting Agency."

Ryan's mouth twitched.

"Of course, you are still a student, and your wandering around in the office will only increase the pressure on our operators."

"Go."

Ryan expressed that he could not accept the "rolling sheets" in the mouth of the branch minister.

What Minister Roger said is indeed not unreasonable, but can you use another metaphor?
The head of the headquarters, that old man also likes to use weird metaphors. Could it be that you all came from the same school?

like--

It really is.

Ryan walked out of the door of the meeting room, took the elevator all the way down, and left the demon hunting agency.

He stood still at the door of the building and dialed the string of phone numbers.

Alexia Heisenberg waved.

He was sitting behind the wooden desk in the office. The communication terminal on the desk had just been turned off, and at this moment it was flickering with a light blue light.

"squeak--"

The bookcase in the corner of the office suddenly opened.

A piece of thin parchment floated out from the crack on the top shelf of the bookcase. It seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and it made the sound of cutting the air in mid-air.

"puff!"

The cigarette at the corner of his mouth lit up automatically.

The old man turned the pages of the mysterious book that had fallen on the table, and a smile appeared on his old face.

The Greenwich Horror.

This is a demonic invasion that changed the trajectory of Ryan Winster's life. In the foggy city of London, under the control of the Lawrence family, a frightening and thrilling puzzle occurred.

that fire.

Flame, burning blazingly.

While the crackling sound of sparks resounded throughout, it also announced the arrival of death.

Take the lives of most of the people in several monasteries.

However, a child saw a shadow in the scarlet flames that burst out madly.

Ferocious, ferocious, incomparably huge, more importantly, the horror that is carved into the bone marrow and the ferocity that penetrates into the soul.

"Lian Winster, was declared dead."

"But he miraculously came back from hell."

There are no more than three people in the world who have access to this absolutely secret document.

"As expected, I made a special trip to hell."

"You are really special."

"boom!"

File spontaneously combusts.

"The secret [Emperor] buried deep in the deep sea is about to recover from the world."

"Lane Winster."

"I wish you'd be the bell ringer who broke the prophecy and didn't submit to angels or death."

The old man looked at the parchment that was gradually burning, and the strange incantations written on it were gradually reduced to ashes. His face was illuminated by the faint blue flames, but there was a deep meaning in his eyes.

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"Mr. Lane Winster."

The highly recognizable chrome-plated waterfall-style air intake grille, the side of the car is quite classic window lines of the Lincoln brand, and the wheel eyebrows on the bottom of the car are expanded outwards, adding a mighty silhouette to this 5.8-meter-long sedan.

"squeak--"

A nice flick.

Luxury cars are trashed indiscriminately.

A lean old man stepped down from the posture seat.

He was dressed in a deacon uniform and had short, crisp brown hair.He hid the skin all over his body under the solemn clothes.

The skin on the head and face is a healthy wheaten color.

There was an impeccable smile on his face, he bowed slightly, and opened the car door with his slender palms in white gloves.

"My humble servant is Miss Serena's attendant."

"Adair Christopher, thanks to Miss's trust, invited Mr. Winster to the residence of Lawrence's family."

Having grown up in London, Ryan was desensitized to such behavior.

"Thank you, Mr. Adair."

He got into the car.

The tires are speeding on the bumpy road. The car drove away from downtown Chicago within an hour and is now crossing a wilderness.

Lonely houses, bleak walls, all over the barren sandy land, there are occasional dry sedges, and dead trees with pale branches are planted on both sides of the road.

"squeak--"

Extended version of Lincoln brakes.

The old man in the driver's seat quickly got out of the car, and he opened the door for Ryan.

Ryan got out of the car.

In front of him, the grand and dilapidated building was completely dark and closed, and there was no trace of polishing and repairing in the surrounding area. It turned into a primitive, full of disordered flowers and plants.

A dilapidated villa?
This is the residence of the Lawrence family in Chicago?
Ryan was a little surprised.

It is much simpler and weirder than the grandeur he imagined.

He originally thought that aristocrats like the Lawrence family should be stationed near some opera houses where the upper class frequented.
of course.

It is also possible that those magnificent buildings were destroyed under the attack of demons.

Following Adair's footsteps, Ryan walked along a straight path paved with gray and white rocks, as if the long years of wind and rain and years of desertion had led to the vicissitudes of the path under his feet.

On the stone road submerged in green, the figures of the two were shrouded in a gloomy light.

"Crack-"

"squeak--"

The old and heavy door tore out a tooth-piercing howl.

Walking into the villa, the door automatically closed.

It is no exaggeration to describe this former building as "gold and jade on the inside, and ruins on the outside".

Contrary to the dilapidated and desolate outside world, everything inside has returned to the way it used to be:
The dome is covered with colorful paintings with mysterious colors and artistic meanings.Huge, carved marble altars, embellished with jasper and precious metals.

The pure white walls, the flawless pilasters, and the ceiling lights on the dome, which were as bright as crystal, lit up instantly the moment the two of them stepped into the place.

"really--"

Ryan nodded secretly.

"Mr. Winster, Miss is waiting for you."

Stepping into a corridor, the walls on both sides are inlaid with closed stained glass windows.

The sunlight from the outside shines through the windows, and various colors of luster fall on the corridor, making it look beautiful.

Adair led Ryan and stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.

With a smile on his lips, the old man slowly opened the door.

I saw a graceful figure lying on the desk, with pale golden eyes staring at the opened door.

Serena Lawrence was expressionless.

(End of this chapter)