Ingmar seemed to guess what Roger was thinking, she nodded.

"You're right, remember the foggy world we went to?"

"The first assimilation in that world failed. Looking at it now, even without our interference, the chance of success the second time is not high."

"After all, the existence of New Moon City has absorbed too much power of rules from the real world. This is a mutual process."

"Generally speaking, more than two medium-sized cursed lands are rarely born in the same area."

"People like us in New Moon City are called outsiders by the local residents. They have a strange ability, as if they can easily tell the difference between us and them."

"This is really weird, and the Hunter Guild has not been able to figure out the reason for it for so many years."

"Later, everyone simply became more direct and completely distinguished themselves from the locals in terms of clothing."

"You'll know when you get there."

Ingmar frowned, "However, there is one thing I haven't figured out until now. The power hidden in New Moon City by the Hunter's Guild is much stronger than imagined."

"But for so many years, it has been quietly allowed to develop by the Voodoo Association. If the Hunter's Guild hadn't taken the initiative to expose it, I think many people would have the same idea as me."

"It's just too weird."

She shook her head, "Maybe the president of the Hunter's Guild doesn't care at all."

"Looking at it now, the Voodoo Association is really stupid. They think they are in charge of the Bordeaux area, but in fact, they are just pawns in other people's hands."

"After so many years of development, I helped the Hunters Guild solve countless problems, large and small, but in the end it lost its use value but was kicked away..."

Ingmar's face showed a little sigh, and she glanced at Roger.

"If you're going to perform extraordinary tasks there, you must be more careful. The Transcendence in New Moon City is much stronger than here."

"Many demon hunters died in vain because of negligence at the beginning."

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Ingmar's face showed a trace of tired drunkenness. It seemed that she was indeed seriously injured this time.

"Of the rest, you will naturally understand when you arrive in New Moon City."

"All right."

Roger nodded, after thinking about it, he still told Henrik the news about the Female Night Devil.

That woman has become Henrik's nightmare. If he can't kill her with his own hands, Henrik may never be able to get rid of it.

Roger also knew that it would be very dangerous for Henrik to face the Female Night Devil again.

But after much deliberation, he decided to speak out.

He is willing to take such a risk with Henrik, and he is not willing to let his friend live in pain forever because of concealment.

Besides, even if he doesn't say anything, Henrik will continue to investigate, and the danger he faces will be even more uncontrollable.

If he didn't kill that woman, Henrik might never be able to enter the Transcendence realm.

"No wonder I can't find any news about her."

Henrik glanced at Roger gratefully.

Roger knew that what Henrik was grateful for was not the news, but his frankness to Henrik.

This is a man with self-determination. He doesn't want others to make choices for him, even if the intention is good.

"I want to apply to enter New Moon City."

Henrik took a deep breath and made a decision.

"I'll help you," Roger said without hesitation.

"Don't rush to say no."

Roger glanced at Henrik.

"You will stand up without hesitation when I get into trouble with the Voodoo Association. Now it's your turn, and I can do the same."

"All right!"

Henrik nodded heavily.

This matter is too important to him.

"Although I also want to help..." Ingmar sighed.

"But I'm afraid I can only hinder you with my current appearance."

Henrik laughed.

"The only thing you should do is to heal your wounds, try not to leave scars on your body, and then wait for me to come back."

"Hehe."

Ingmar sneered.

"I am waiting for you!"

The provocation in the words is self-evident.

Henrik, who was still complacent just now, understood the meaning in Ingmar's eyes, and withered instantly.

Want and want, although there is only a difference of one word, the meanings in the middle are too different.

Roger's eyes swept over the two of them.

These two guys...

After chatting for a while, the three parted ways. Henrik needed to submit an application, and Roger also hoped to find a suitable job through Dickinson.

After leaving the bar, he unexpectedly received a call from Amanda.

The closed study of the red-haired girl was over, Ms. Margaret gave her a day off, and just as Roger moved to a new house, Amanda met with Roger.

The speed of her progress was astonishing, the flame that originally could only light a cigarette had expanded to half of her arm.

And in the case of concentration, the flame in the hand can spread to the weapon, causing terrible lethality.

According to Amanda, if she undergoes the awakening of her bloodline, her abilities should have a qualitative leap.

The strength division of warlocks is different from that of witches. In the world of warlocks, the purity of blood is usually used to measure the level of strength.

Although this kind of division may not be absolutely accurate, it can roughly reflect the stage the warlock is in.

Warlocks who have entered the extraordinary realm need to complete the awakening of their bloodlines. After awakening, the special bloodlines contained in their bodies are often very meager.

In general, it is still dominated by human blood.

Warlocks at this stage are called foul warlocks.

After that, they need to continuously purify their bloodlines, and sometimes they need fusion stimulation.

Evolve the filthy blood in the body into incomplete blood, thus entering the next stage.

Then there is pure blood.

At this time, the strength of the warlock is equivalent to that of the Full Moon witch. Of course, in terms of combat effectiveness, warlocks of the same level are much stronger than witches.

After being locked up in one place to study for a long time, the red-haired girl was very happy to see Roger suddenly. She dragged him around the streets of Bordeaux all night long.

She didn't arrive at Roger's new home until near midnight.

After arranging everything in the room for Amanda, Roger greeted her as usual and returned to his room.

He was about to enter New Moon City next, and he needed to find a suitable mission.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Roger panicked, and his heart missed half a beat.

What's Amanda doing here so late?

Those who are lonely and widowed are not so good.

Although he thought so in his heart, his body honestly opened the door as quickly as possible.

"Well……"

Amanda blushed, her right hand knocking on the door froze in mid-air.

"What's up?"

Roger felt his heart beating faster.

"No... nothing."

Amanda mustered up her courage.

"The teacher said that I am now in a critical period, and I should try to maintain a balanced mentality so that I can awaken in the best state."

"So……?"

Roger calmed down his restless blood.

"So it's really inconvenient for me now, don't come over for a while, I will lock the door."

After saying this, Amanda ran away in a panic, leaving Roger standing at the door in a daze.

He lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

"Girl, if you tease me like this, there will be big problems."