Night fell.

Roger came to Bordeaux covered in dirt.

With a little money, he came to the public phone booth. But after calling Henrik, no one answered for a long time.

"What happened?"

Roger was a little puzzled, and after thinking about it, he called Ingmar.

"You mean Henrik, he left Bordeaux to go on a mission." Ingmar replied.

"Execute the mission? What task takes so long? Is it a task assigned by the Hunter's Guild?" Roger was a little surprised. Because of the conflict with Aurora at that time, Henrik was temporarily removed from his status as a hunter by Linda.

"No, it's not the task of the Hunter's Guild."

Ingmar thought about it.

"It's a private operation."

She suddenly sighed.

"To be honest, I'm also a little worried. It's been a week since this guy disappeared. The phone can be reached, but no one answers."

"But don't worry, he should be alive and well. I sent someone to check his credit card transaction records."

The sound of teeth grinding came from the phone.

"He's spent several big bucks on local PR firms. What does this kind of company do, don't I need to say?"

Ingmar snorted coldly.

"Cheating those young girls with so-called modeling dreams and providing services to high society people."

"Humph."

"It seems that Henrik has made a lot of money recently, and he actually has the money to spend in that kind of place."

"All right……"

Roger smiled awkwardly. Although he didn't know what Henrik was going to do, from the current point of view, this guy probably wasn't going to complete some demon hunting mission.

The high probability is to satisfy some special hobbies of oneself.

Just when Roger was about to hang up the phone, Ingmar on the opposite side hesitated and said:

"About Henrik... There are some things I shouldn't have said, because it may involve personal privacy, but I am really worried about him."

"I'm worried he's going to die because of it."

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

"What happened? Is it related to the so-called mission?"

Ingmar sighed softly.

"In recent years, Henrik has been looking for a woman, or a monster in human skin. Have you ever heard of a Night Devil?"

"A strange creature full of extreme charm that men can't resist."

"No man can refuse their temptation, no matter how powerful a man is, he will be played around by them."

"Henrik back then was no exception. To be honest, compared to us wandering hunters, Henrik should be regarded as a real genius."

"He comes from a family of demon hunters. He reached the physical limit of ordinary people at a very young age. Just when he was about to enter the Transcendence realm, he even awakened his bloodline unexpectedly."

"If the promotion continues according to the normal development, he should be a member of the blood hunters by now."

Roger's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed what happened next.

"He's in love with a Night Devil? And then totally fell for it?"

"Love?" Ingmar smiled.

"The word love doesn't exist in the female Night Devil's dictionary at all. This kind of emotion does not exist for them. They are the embodiment of desire and feed on desire at the same time."

"However, there is also a very special type among them. Through special methods and continuous in-depth communication, they can stimulate the desire in a man's heart to the limit..."

"And then at the crunch time take everything they have."

"Strength and even blood!"

"What's even more frightening is that men who are deprived of their power through this method will still fall into endless desires."

"They will linger in romantic places, linger between different women, and waste their energy and vigor again and again, and never recover from it!"

"Henrik came to Bordeaux because he got some news about the female Night Devil. After so many years, he has been doing everything possible to get revenge."

"On the one hand, use expensive drugs to suppress the desire in his heart, while looking for clues."

Ingmar's voice was a little weeping.

"Back then, Henryk was really high-spirited. He was good at using short knives, and he was also very proficient in long swords."

"However, after the blood was deprived, his body completely collapsed, and he could no longer hold the weapon in his hand tightly."

"As a last resort, he chose another path."

"Being able to get to this point today, he is already better than most of the demon hunters, but even so, he can't be the opponent of that monster."

"His road to revenge is a one way trip. I hope you can find an opportunity to persuade him to give up revenge. That kind of creature... has too much restraint on men."

"He has no chance at all."

Hearing this, Roger suddenly remembered Henrik's behavior when he went to Marsh Town alone to perform a mission.

It was a trial mission, maybe Henrik had already found out before Roger conducted the investigation.

For him, facing a life-and-death enemy of the same kind, but trying to maintain justice, should be extremely difficult.

"This guy……"

Roger shook his head helplessly.

Who would have thought that there are so many stories hidden behind his seemingly dissolute life.

With all the desires of the body mobilized by the female Night Devil, ordinary people may have been squeezed dry by endless indulgence.

Henrik used drugs to suppress him, and at the same time gave reasonable counseling, and only then managed to maintain a normal life.

Roger finally understood why he was always short of money.

"Do you know where he is?"

Asked Roger.

"Caxton!"

"His recent consumption record has been around Caxton. There has been no news for such a long time. I think he hasn't found his target yet."

Ingmar replied.

"Thank you for telling me all this."

What Ingmar said gave Roger a deeper understanding of Henrik.

"Haha, that guy is very stubborn. If you ask him, he will definitely not admit it."

After hanging up the phone, several thoughts flashed in Roger's mind. It was natural for Henrik to help him, and it happened that he also needed to leave Bordeaux recently to avoid the limelight.

I ran around a few alleys nearby, and quickly got some money and a mobile phone from a robbed hapless ghost.

Roger first dialed Henrik's phone, but he was hung up on several times in a row. From the frequency of pending orders, Roger could roughly guess what Henrik was doing at this time.

He smiled and edited a text message.

"I'm Roger, and I'm in big trouble!"

Click, Send.

Thirty seconds later, the phone rang and Roger answered the call.

Henrik's breathless voice came from the microphone.

"Damn it!"

"I'll stick your head in your ass if you don't give me a good reason!"