"Of course you have to give us an explanation. Spade J! has used so many resources just to hunt a level ten devil. And this action itself has not been authorized by us. This is a serious violation of the rules!" The female voice condemned severely.

"Three brothers, believe me, that is not ordinary prey." The masked man said: "He is the grandson of Horn, the chief of Bethcod, and the son of Lanny, the youngest daughter. His name is Allen, who was left on the surface half a year ago and was sold to a small merchant on the surface by the Black Widow Hunting Group to replace his son to participate in the death ring, thus gaining the opportunity to re-start in Babylon."

"The same is true for the death ring that Horn was able to recognize him and bring him back to the family. According to my information, Horn has announced Allen's identity in his direct blood relatives and family allies. If there is no accident, Horn will help the child enter the heirs and the ranking will not be too low."

"So what?" said the voice in the middle of the light screen: "Will there be fewer heirs in Horn? Do you want to hunt one by one? Also, Spades, I heard that you were a little unhappy with Bethcod before. Are you sure this is not using the resources of the Light Invisible Association, but meeting some of your private needs? For example, to attack competitors?"

"There is absolutely nothing!" Spade J denies: "I will make a judgment on hunting, or even bypass normal procedures, and launch an attack directly without the authorization of several people. In the death ring, coincidentally, the committee arranged for Houton to serve as a mentor for the teenager."

"Hugton? That crazy old drunkard? It was definitely a mistake for him to refuse to join us back then. Look at him now, can his trembling hands still design a sequence of more than ten Rubik's Cubes?" The man in the light screen on the right laughed.

"Yes, Hüden is no longer as good as before, and he can't even get reused by the federal government." Spade J pointed his head and said, "But don't forget that he did not forget that knowledge. And using this knowledge, he helped Alan's child modify the use limits of a magic weapon, thus giving Alan another level of help."

"Okay, even so, so what?"

"The problem is that Allen visited Houton before leaving to hunt Black Widow on the surface. Before that, I heard Houton was interested in guiding the child's knowledge of the Rubik's Cube sequence." Spade J waved his fist to emphasize the weight of his words: "Please imagine what kind of result would it be if Bethcod, the beast, mastered the development of magical power equipment?"

"Bethkod is not the only one who masters the ability to develop magic power and martial arts. Moreover, it is hard to say whether that young man can have the talent in this regard. If you launch an attack for this, Spade J, I can only think that you have done too much." The person in the center of the light screen said: "From your explanation above, Spade J, I think you still prefer private reasons, not for the overall situation. Therefore, you must settle all the subsequent aftermath work yourself, and will Guangyin lend you another resource. This is your problem, and if the same event happens in the future, you should know what will happen."

"Remember, don't over-intervent. We are monitors in the dark, not fighters in the sun! Our tentacles are spread throughout the star fields, aiming to balance everything in secret to eliminate or delay its arrival. If you use the rights we grant to private interests, then unfortunately, we will erase all information about you. Don't forget that in addition to you, the agent, the Earth Federation has two plum blossoms and red hearts. You are not our only choice."

The meeting seemed to end here, and the sound wave lines in the three light screens returned to calm one by one. The masked man stood there and said for a long time: "What do you know? You are useless to be the supervisor, but do you see the undercurrent under the general trend? Do you ignore Bethkod's actions in recent years? Yes, there are several other families who also master the ability to develop magic power and martial arts. But Bethkod cannot. Once they have magic weapon research and development capabilities, it is like installing a blade on a beast!"

"You all underestimated that old thing Horn, underestimated the destructive power of this family. Now it's too late to keep going to its fangs until it opens its teeth and claws!"

The eyes behind the mask were covered with bloodshot, and they looked so crazy!

A door was pushed open, and the dust floating in the sun behind the door suddenly flew up, like a dancing elf. Horn's eyes fell on a bed, which was stained with blood. Several family doctors and assistants were sorting out their things and retreating. A woman sat up on the bed, tied up her body with bandages. The snow-white bandages gradually turned red by the still seeping blood, like the red maple leaves all over the ground in autumn.

"How are you?" Horn asked.

The woman nodded and said, "It's not a big deal. Master, I may not be able to perform the task in the near future."

"It's okay, don't worry about recuperation."

"Master, please punish me." The woman raised her head: "I did not protect Master Alan."

"It's okay, he doesn't live well. But you are still working so hard, there are other ways..."

The woman laughed hoarsely: "But time didn't allow it at that time, but I didn't expect that Young Master Alan survived. That was a level 16 killer."

"Maybe Allen is a little lucky. I heard that the killer finally dropped the little goblin from the Mosen family." Horn said seriously: "Do you know the other party's identity?"

"I don't know, it's a guy I've never seen before."

"I understand." Horn nodded and said, "Recover well and I'll give you a three-month vacation."

"I don't have to rest for so long, one month is enough."

"Anna..." Horn's eyes turned soft: "It's time to go home and see the children, right?"

Leaving the room with the smell of disinfectant and blood, when Horn returned to his study, the butler Hensing had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Horn came in, the butler stepped forward and said, "Master, the attack has been handed over to the Security Department for handling. Mr. Andrew just called and asked what you mean?"

"Let him do it for himself." Horn sat down and asked, "How is Allen's situation?"

"The young master has been treated at St. Mary's Hospital. There are 31 knife injuries on him, including five of the more serious injuries, but they are not seriously injured. They have to undergo two surgeries. It will take about a month to return to Ugal Fort."

"So, is there any news about the murderer?"

Haysing smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mr. Andrew also said that the other party did a clean job. The two deceased could not find the corresponding information in the federal gene bank, and the body had been destroyed. Now Mr. Andrew has begun to investigate the records of entering the island in the past month, hoping to find clues from it."

Horn shook his head and said, "He can't find it. The other party's hands and feet are so clean that he will not leave any obvious flaws in this regard. But when this happens, we can't be without any expression. Not to mention that the attacked is Allen, even if he is an ordinary family member, this matter cannot be good. Mr. Hensing, please post a commission between the hunting group mission platform and the underground killer organization. No matter how deep the mouse hides, it blocks the underground passage. I think you want to come up, hum!"

Seeing Horn's preparations, Hensing couldn't help but say, "Master, don't you go see the Master?"

"I think, but I can't go. At least I can't go now." Horn raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Helsing, God knows how much I want to visit Alan now. I have lost Lanny, and I can't bear to lose Alan again. But first I am the patriarch of Bethcod, the father of six children, and finally Alan's grandfather. At least before Alan showed his talents, I cannot be too inclined to him, at least not on the surface. That would not be a good thing for him."

Hensing nodded, because that would only cause Alan to attract too many enemies before his wings were full. There was never a shortage of geniuses in the history of the Federation, but the highly-watched geniuses always fell before he shone. Horn's move was to avoid bringing too much attention to Alan.

"By the way, Mr. Helsing." Horn suddenly raised his head and said calmly: "Go and check the recent income and expenditure of each of the tribes. I hope that the mouse will not be among us."

At that moment, a cold light flashed in Horn's eyes, and the murderous intent like ice chips made Hesing feel chilled all over his body.

Alan looked out the window, and a magic powered flying ship swept up from the clean blue sky, leaving a light blue light track in the sky. He yawned and leaned down on the bed with some fatigue. He had just undergone a surgery, and more than thirty wounds on his upper body and hands and feet made him now wrapped in bandages, looking like a newly unearthed mummy.

He is currently in the VIP ward of St. Mary's Hospital. The nearly 30-square-meter suite ward is decorated very warmly. The wooden floor on the ground is light to see people, and the "Mona Lisa" hanging on the wall comforts the patient's heart, even if it is just a fake. The green phoenix-tail bamboo by the window is swaying lightly in the wind, while a string of wind chimes hanging on the window sill collided with the sound of melodious notes. All this aims to make the patient forget that he is in the hospital and relax his body and mind.

Of course, its daily fee is definitely not low, at least that is a number that Allen doesn't want to inquire.

On the table beside the bed, the Demon Psalm was placed there. Not long ago, Adele had used it to peel an apple, but the apple had not fallen into Allen's mouth, but had fallen into the belly of the eldest lady of the Mosen family. Looking at the dagger, Allen remembered the scene at that time. When he used the Demon Psalm to fight the killer, the strange ability of the dagger appeared again.

Every time he cut open the killer's body, the dagger would suck a drop of blood that fell on it. Moreover, Allen found that it not only absorbed blood, but also absorbed the killer's source power, which he had not noticed before.

Or maybe the Demon Praise itself has such a ability. It was just that Alan had used it to cut off people with source power in the end, so he didn't find it.
Chapter completed!