Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 207 - Margaret

Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Margaret

Chapter 207: Chapter 207 Margaret

“Any new developments regarding the resurrection of the dead mentioned by several patients’ families?”

On the way to the factory, Chris inquired.

“Who exactly is pulling the strings behind the scenes?”

“An event of this scale is not something that one or two people could pull off. Is there really no clue inside the guild?”

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“None,”

someone answered.

“We’ve investigated the relatives and the homes of all the patients and found no traces of any dead coming back to life at the scene.”

“So far, it has been tentatively classified as a collective hallucination. Some within the guild believe it may be a sign of some special spell about to be cast.”

“And the divination?”

“No findings there either?”

The car was silent.

As the unease in his heart grew stronger, Chris had a feeling that the slight impact they were witnessing was only the incubation period of the event.

If they couldn’t resolve the issue in the shortest time possible, the number of affected people would undoubtedly continue to increase, and by then, the entire town could be destroyed.

When such a situation spreads to Bordeaux…

“What if we kill all the infected?”

On hearing this, Chris sharply turned his head, his piercing gaze fixed on the young man who had spoken.

“Do you realize what you’re saying?”

Coldness in his voice, Chris said, “Do you not understand what sets us apart from those Transcendent Forces?”

“I’m… sorry,”

“There won’t be a second time.”

Amid the silence, the car arrived at Wolff Factory, with its gates tightly closed and utter stillness around.

They searched the surroundings; much of the information had already been reviewed, and coming here again was a choice made in desperation.

The sky gradually darkened, clouds hung heavy over Rivervalley Town, and a storm seemed imminent.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Chris stood at the entrance and gave the factory another glance.

“Huh?”

On the distant hillside, something appeared to be emerging from the ground.

Chris sprang to his feet and dashed over at great speed; only upon getting closer did he realize that what was emerging from the ground was a person.

Pale face, sparse stubble.

The figure stood on the hillside, seemingly wandering aimlessly upward.

Chris followed closely behind until he and the figure arrived at the rear of a villa in the woods.

Then he saw the figure standing in front of a patch of land at the back of the villa.

The soil under his feet was fresh, as if it had not been filled in long.

Chris’s expression darkened. “Dig it up!”

“Be careful.”

Ten minutes later, Chris stood thinking with his eyes closed above the empty pit.

At that moment, someone hurried forward.

“We’ve found out, this man’s name is Gale.”

“He’s been missing for over a week. From the current situation…”

Looking at Gale, who resembled a corpse, a spark of insight flashed in Chris’s eyes.

“Take him, we’re going back to Bordeaux.”

“I might have found the key to this whole affair.”

“And another thing…”

Chris hesitated, “Make a phone call to the guild. I hope to get the help of Miss Margaret.”

“Miss Margaret?”

“For something like this, maybe the Voodoo Association would be a better choice.”

“Them?” Chris snorted disdainfully.

Chris thought back to the previous evening when he had sought Cassandra’s help at the Voodoo Association.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Chris, the teacher and Julianne have left Bordeaux…”

The formality of the woman’s etiquette was a veil for her dismissive refusal.

Finally, she added, “Mr. Chris, your level does not warrant such a request.”

“Whatever you intend to do, please send someone of proper stature at least.”

“Linda is inadequate. Please have Mr. Blake or Mr. President visit in person.”

After saying this, she nodded politely, while the impassive attendant next to her closed the door.

“I hope Ms. Margaret can spot a clue or two.”

Chris sat in the car and slowly closed his eyes.

……

Bordeaux Royal Drama Academy.

Seeing the woman again, Amanda still couldn’t equate her to the female sorceress that Roger had talked about.

In an elegant, vintage room sat a woman dressed in courtly attire before a small sandalwood table.

Her expression was solemn and earnest as she gently pinched a silver cup in her left hand, steadily and evenly stirring with the other.

Her actions would make many unconsciously associate them with a magician’s ritual or experiment.

But in reality, she was merely stirring a cup of coffee.

“Hmm…”

“Not too many, not too few, exactly 48 circles, just right.”

The silver spoon softly tapped the edge of the cup.

Margaret handed the cup over.

“Have a taste, this is a little perk of joining our family. You’ll have to wait until you officially become my apprentice for the next one.”

To be fair, Margaret was a beautiful woman, and her skin and appearance alone didn’t give away her age.

Her hair was a dazzling gold, matching the surrounding opulent colors, with fine golden eyebrows, and even her lips were painted a light gold.

Of course, her attire had to perfectly harmonize with the surroundings as well.

Well, as for such aesthetics, Amanda genuinely had no comment.

She took the cup and sipped it lightly.

The bitterness of the coffee and the smoothness of the milk blended together, with a hint of special sweetness in the middle.

“This is indeed the most…”

Before she could finish, the coffee she swallowed exploded like flames in her stomach, causing Amanda’s eyes to widen in shock. Her body trembled violently, and the cup in her hand seemed like it might drop at any moment.

Margaret leaned back, observing with interest, her face slowly revealing a hint of admiration.

Drenched in sweat.

When Amanda came to her senses, she realized her clothes were drenched with sweat, and looking down at the cup, saw not a drop of liquid remained.

“What happened?”

“Consider it a sort of test,” Margaret said, smiling. “Your potential is much better than I imagined, much better indeed.”

She clapped her hands, “Alright, now give me back the cup.”

“This is an artifact from the 16th-century royal collections of Faku.”

Amanda, still in a daze, nodded and placed the cup on the table. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly thought of something and couldn’t help but ask.

“Ms. Margaret…”

“Call me teacher.”

“Teacher, I want to know, why did you choose me back in the restaurant?”

Margaret smiled.

“Because I saw strength and ambition in you!”

“Ambition?”

This answer clearly surprised Amanda, “If that’s the reason, then I’m afraid you will be disappointed.”

“I am not a person with ambition.”

“As for strength?”

“That’s even less related to me.”

“Oh?”

Margaret raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I know myself very well.”

“That might not be the case.”

“What I see may be the real you.”

Margaret smiled mysteriously.

Just as Amanda was about to say something more, there came a knock at the door.

“Teacher, someone from the Hunters Guild says they have something important and need to see you.”

“Don’t let them in,” Margaret refused without hesitation.

“But they’ve brought a letter from Mr. President.”