"A deeper role should be that prey is not limited to beasts or monsters, but may be a certain person. To be precise, anyone who I regard as a hunting target is prey."

"And, the so-called trap is no longer limited to the practical meaning, nor is it limited to specific things. It can be adapted to local conditions and utilized to transform all the conditions that can be used in the surrounding areas into an environment that helps oneself, and that is also the same

A kind of 'trap'."

Western France lets the thoughts spread, the inspiration that has lasted before.

"Like tonight, after I noticed the state of the lunatic and his mindset, I made the Captain's room a trap."

"The other party also stepped into a trap as I imagined, so that I could shoot him with a gun."

"After that, the leader of the black bow tie also became a trap in a sense. I used him to distract his opponent and successfully approached and attacked."

"And at that time, in order to exert the effect of the shadow glove, I deliberately stood in a dark place, which was also a trap."

"I took advantage of the environment on the boat and let my prey step into one trap after another to easily knock him back."

"From this point of view, traps are not limited to specific things. The nearby environment, the means, even language, actions, and everything that can make the prey fall into trouble can be regarded as a 'trap'!"

Xifa nodded, very satisfied with the "hunter playing code" he summarized, and reminded himself that he should use more traps in his future hunting, so that in another two or three months, he might be able to digest the magic.

The medicine is over.

The next day.

As soon as Xifa finished his breakfast, he was told by the housekeeper that several inspectors of Lewis had come again and wanted to see him.

In the hall on the first floor, Xifa met the inspectors and found that in addition to Lewis and the other two, there was another one.

This is a young man, about twenty-five or six years old, similar to Miss Martha. He has short brown hair, slightly curly hair, dressed in a decent formal outfit, and looks a little shy.

"This is my friend, Warren. He is a profiler. Since we can't catch the prisoner yet and time is tight, I asked him to come and help."

When Lewis was introducing it, Xifa noticed that the inspector did not wear black-framed glasses today. He instead wore a round-framed single-lens glasses.

There are extremely tiny symbols on the frame of the glasses, and the eyesight of Westerners is amazing, which is difficult for ordinary people to detect.

When Lewis, wearing these glasses, was always uncomfortable when he was watched by him, as if he was being examined by the inspector. If he was not careful, his secret would be revealed.

Since my father Baisen went out very early, today, only Western France has been entertaining these guests.

He asked the servant to bring black tea and smiled and said, "Police Officer, can I do something for you?"

Lewis sat upright and said, "Mr. Sifa, there was a bad incident on the nearby beach last night."

"A sailboat caught fire, and the police found a large number of corpses in the cabin. Even though most of the corpses were burned unrecognizable because of the fire, we found that the internal organs of some of them were missing through dissection."

"We have reason to believe that this is the scene of some kind of evil sacrifice."

Xifa, who already knew about this, still moved his expression and said, "Police Officer, what you mean is that this is the 'large amount of sacrifices' mentioned in that diary."

Lewis said, "I think so, and I believe, this is just the beginning. By the way, look at this."

He took out an envelope from his arms, took out a piece of parchment from it, and handed it to Xifa by the butler: "I don't know, do you have any impression of it?"

Xifa took it and saw that it was the parchment he got from the house of Old Lady Paris, which was a spell praying to the evil god.

He used the identity of "duke" to ask a child to hand over this thing to St. Witt's Church for himself. Now the parchment is in Lewis' hands, indirectly proving that this is a team of Nightkeepers.

【He is testing you!】

Xifa was about to say that he had no impression, but when he spoke, he suddenly had an idea.

Lewis knew that he had been to Mrs. Paris's basement and now he came out with this parchment, as if he was testing himself.

So he changed his words: "I don't have an impression, but the one recorded on it seems to be Hemisven. I have learned this ancient text, but I am not very proficient, etc..."

Xifa raised his head: "Is this an evil spell for Mrs. Paris mentioned in the diary? But when I was at her house, I didn't find such a thing. How could it be in your hands of the police officer.

?”

Lewis took the single mirror and wiped it with a handkerchief, then put it on and said, "We always have some special channels to get what we want."

"By the way, Mr. Sifa, I want to ask you some questions alone."

Xifa heard what he meant and shook his eyes at the butler Sebass. The butler with a gray beard and a classical face waved his hand and took his servants out of the hall.

Lewis coughed dryly and lowered his voice: "Mr. Sifa, do you know the extraordinary?"

Trying me again?

Xifa nodded generously: "I have been to Sibairan, and I heard the adventurers on the boat mention it during my journey."

"Are you interested in becoming an extraordinary person?"

Lewis raised another question and held the single mirror with his hand.

Xifa coughed dryly, spread his hands, and showed a helpless smile: "Of course I am interested. I yearn for extraordinaryness and long for mystery. Unfortunately, my parents have warned me more than once that they do not allow me to step into this circle."

"My father, in particular, often told me that my goal should be in the upper courtyard of Beckland, not in some dark, mysterious and extraordinary gathering."

At this point, I didn't lie. Mom really doesn't want me to step into the mysterious world, and my father really wants me to assist him in his career. But they just respect my choice...

Lewis said with some relief and disappointment: "So that's it, well, I'm off topic. Let's talk about the serious matters. Because of such a tragedy that happened last night, we carefully considered the suggestions you gave again and were ready to adopt you.

suggestions.”

Xifa knew that he was referring to the 'bait' thing.

The diary master hated him and wanted to get rid of his emotions and lure the other party out of the corner of the shadow.

In fact, Xifa suspected that the lunatic on the boat last night was probably the owner of the diary.

If this is the case, then he, as a "bait", would have to take considerable risks. After all, in this plan, he must appear as the baron's son, rather than the extraordinary, nor the bounty hunter "duke".

"I'm glad to hear you say this, sir, in fact, I've been preparing for this for the past two days."
Chapter completed!