When Roger woke up early the next morning, the figure beside the pillow was empty, and Henrik's phone call came not long after waking up.

"I'll pick you up in a while and go back to Bordeaux."

"Didn't you check the clues here?"

Asked Roger.

"After searching for more than half a month, I didn't find any clues. Most of her has already left here. Let's go back to Bordeaux first. Something happened to the Hunter's Guild."

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with the Voodoo Association. If there are no accidents, the power of the Voodoo Association has been uprooted in Bordeaux."

"It's not clear on the phone, let's talk about it on the way back."

There was nothing to clean up, and after waiting downstairs for a long time, Henrik picked him up in his car.

"Do you still remember what I told you before, because of neglect of management these years, the Hunter's Guild needs to rely on the power of the Voodoo Association to clean up the extraordinary events around it."

"This time, the senior management of the guild used thunderous means to eradicate the influence of the Voodoo Association, and the biggest impact was on the surrounding areas of Bordeaux."

"Just last night, the Hunter's Guild issued an impromptu announcement. As long as wandering hunters join the guild, they can complete tasks according to the difficulty and number of tasks, so in exchange for the opportunity to enter New Moon City!"

"The number of witchers belonging to the Hunter's Guild is limited, but at the same time, there are still a large number of wandering hunters in the Bordeaux area."

"Most of them are low-strength and can only complete simple tasks, but there are still some elites belonging to major families. They don't join the guild because they can't stand the management system and constraints of Hunter's guild."

"But this time, with the excitement of New Moon City, many elites of the Witcher family may not be able to sit still."

"New Moon City?"

"Is it a city near Bordeaux?" Roger asked with some doubts.

Henrik picked up speed and drove out of the city.

"New Moon City is not near Bordeaux, but underground."

"Underground?" A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Roger quickly figured out something.

"Couldn't this New Moon City be a cursed land?"

Henrik nodded.

"It is a relatively stable cursed land that has been developing for many years, although it is not clear what the Voodoo Association has done in River Valley Town."

"But if I'm not wrong, what they did must be to gain the opportunity to enter New Moon City!"

"Is this cursed land and really a city?"

"It's much bigger than you think. Before there was no accident, I awakened a little blood, and I had the opportunity to enter another medium-sized cursed land, which is no longer an area."

"It's more like an independent world! Normally speaking, we are not allowed to enter a medium-sized cursed land like this before our strength has reached the Transcendence realm."

"It seems that this time, the guild is indeed pushed into a hurry, but with such a big stimulus, the elites of wandering hunters and witcher families must go crazy, right?"

"After all, it is still too difficult to obtain extraordinary materials in the real world."

"The improvement of our strength is inseparable from these extraordinary materials, and only there can we quickly accumulate and improve our strength."

Henrik lit a cigarette and glanced at Roger.

"You have now entered the Transcendence realm, and according to the strength of the demon hunter, you can be regarded as an elite hunter."

"Go back and find out. If there is nothing unexpected, report to the guild."

"Do I need to go even if I don't belong to the Hunter's Guild?" Roger was a little puzzled.

Henrik nodded.

"Behind the Hunter's Guild, there is national support. If you still consider yourself a citizen of Menia, you'd better report it."

He glanced at Roger.

"Don't think too much, just go through the normal process, put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if you have a kitchen knife at home, you don't need to tell the police. But what if you have a bazooka hidden in your house?"

"If you didn't say anything, what do you think the police will think when they find out? After all, for ordinary people, a demon hunter who has entered the Transcendence realm, even with bare hands, is too lethal."

"All right."

Roger thought about it and agreed.

Although he didn't want to get closer to the Hunter's Guild, he also didn't want to stand on the opposite side of this huge force.

There is no difference between Bordeaux and when we left, and life has not changed for ordinary people.

But in the Extraordinary World, what happened in this short week was enough to change the pattern of the entire region.

The Wandering Hunter Bar.

Before noon, the entire bar was already overcrowded, with many faces coming in and out, both met and unseen, and there was not even a place to sit in the bar.

Roger listened for a while, and found that in just a few days, the Voodoo Association had disappeared from everyone's communication, and everyone was talking about the news suddenly announced by the Hunter Guild last night.

Looking quickly, Roger saw Cain, Lawrence, and others in the crowd.

Lawrence seemed to be planning to say hello to Roger, but Cain blocked him as soon as he raised his hand.

The fewer people know about what happened in River Valley, the safer everyone will be.

The Voodoo Queen is just gone now, and it's never wrong to be careful with this sort of thing.

The eyes of the two intersected for a moment, and Roger understood the meaning conveyed by Cain's eyes.

Ingmar waved to Roger and Henrik from the corner.

"How is the situation now?"

"Most people choose to join the Hunter's Guild temporarily. After all, the opportunity is rare. Many people here still have a chance to enter the Transcendence realm if they work hard."

Among other things, the long life and vigorous energy after entering the Transcendence realm are enough to make many people feel excited.

The bar was noisy, but the corner was much quieter. Henrik and Ingmar were exchanging news of the past few days.

"The purge of the Voodoo Association seems to have something to do with the Sorceress Association. It should be Ms. Margaret who gave a positive response..."

Ingmar drained his glass.

"In the afternoon, I'll go to the Hunter's Guild to sign up. The legendary New Moon City, I have to see it anyway."

He glanced at Roger, "Hathaway told me about what happened in Caxton."

She gave Roger a thumbs up.

"Good job!"

Roger smiled, and at this moment, the waiter in the bar suddenly walked up to several people.

"Mr. Roger?"

Roger looked up.

The waiter put a white envelope on the table.

"I was asked to give this to you."

"Who?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

"I don't know either." The waiter replied, then turned and left.

"Shua!"

Henrik snatched the envelope, "Is it the room number the girl gave you?"

With a smile on his lips, he didn't open the envelope, and after teasing Roger a few words, he returned the envelope to Roger.

Roger opened the envelope suspiciously and took out a piece of paper inside.

"A silent confession?"

Henrik glanced at it from a distance, and the snow-white paper was blank.

But at this moment, Roger's right hand holding the paper tightened slightly, and he lowered his head to hide the panic in his eyes.

In his sight, a line of words was clearly printed on the white paper!

"Is your body still used to it?"