Chapter 110: Chapter 110 Negotiations
The Prophet did not lift his head.
“Deal with such trivial matters on your own, there’s no need to inform .”
“I recognize the guy driving the vehicle.”
“He’s from the Hunters Guild.”
The one-ard woman answered.
The Prophet stopped praying, “The Hunters Guild?”
“What are they doing here?”
She stood up.
“Take to see them!”
anwhile, Henrik was slowly parking the car near the gathering place.
“They already know we’ve arrived.”
“This is an old gathering place; the people living here all hailed from a tribe in Africa, where the individuals have been worshipping voodoo statues for generations.”
Roger was slightly startled; clearly, the Hunters Guild had always been aware of this place.
“During such a sensitive period, being upfront can sotis save us so trouble since, nominally, the Guild has no jurisdiction here.”
He glanced at Roger.
“You stay in the car for now, you disrupted their ceremony that night, approaching them now might just escalate the conflict.”
“Besides, having you here also serves as a backup.”
Roger thought for a mont and felt there was so truth in Henrik’s words. That night, not only had he killed the swamp monster, but he had also taken the core part of the creature.
Seeing the woman’s reaction at the ti, encountering him again would likely result in a direct confrontation.
“That’s also a good idea. If a conflict occurs, when I hear your gunshots, I’ll drive in imdiately.”
Roger nodded his head.
Henrik and Peter got out of the car.
Roger noticed they both took out an emblem and pinned it to their chests, the sa emblem Henrik had shown him when they first t.
Displaying their identity before making a move is provoking the entire Hunters Guild.
So details revealed many issues.
The Hunters Guild might not be as strong as it appeared, and in so places, they were even helpless.
Roger couldn’t help but rember so information Henrik had inadvertently revealed.
It seed that after receiving certain information, the residences on the street began to close their doors and pull down their curtains. The streets that were bustling just monts ago quickly grew silent.
Henrik walked ahead, appearing nonchalant, but his eyes swiftly swept over the streets and houses around them.
“Don’t be nervous, we won’t end up fighting.”
But Peter, walking behind him, frowned.
“Mr. Henrik, I must remind you, I feel a great deal of resentnt here.”
“Astonishing amounts!”
“Things are probably not as optimistic as they seem.”
“We should be prepared for a fight at any ti.”
Henrik turned his head and looked at Peter, surprised by the calmness on the young man’s face, “No wonder everyone speaks so highly of you, saying you’re the most promising Exorcist in Bordeaux City who might ascend to the Transcendent.”
“If a fight does break out, try to hide, and leave the rest to .”
Peter, however, lifted his head with a trace of rare pride, “Mr. Henrik, I’m not as weak as you think.”
“An Exorcist’s combat ability should not be underestimated either!”
The black stone doors were ajar, and the Prophet’s eyes, as impassive as a statue’s, watched Henrik and his companion approach leisurely.
“This is the territory of the Nizama Tribe; mbers of the Hunters Guild are not welco here!”
“What are you here for?”
The Prophet’s attitude was cold.
Henrik surveyed his surroundings carefully, his gaze sweeping over each person in the space, “Tsk tsk, quite disappointing quality here. The Voodoo Queen of Bordeaux City is a famous beauty; how co you folks here…?”
His gaze seed casual, but he had thoroughly assessed the room’s layout and the positions of the people present.
“Are you seeking death?”
The one-ard woman standing beside the Prophet suddenly stepped forward, her move causing the atmosphere in the room to beco instantly tense.
“Don’t be nervous… I was just making a little joke.”
Henrik put on a flippant, smiling face, swaying his body to shield Peter slightly behind him.
“State your purpose, and then leave!”
The Prophet’s voice was indifferent.
Henrik’s smile faded.
“Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique!”
A sudden change ca over the Prophet’s face, the thought of the Puppet Core stolen from her that night filled her with unbearable pain.
They had spent countless people’s efforts and over a decade cultivating a Swamp Demon Vine to the point where it could be used.
But…
Struggling to suppress the surging anger in her heart, the Prophet squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“But I know what you are doing.”
Henrik’s expression beca serious.
“Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique, such Voodoo Skill requires a special tree and soul.”
“Swamp Demon Vine, Murderous Strain, or Thorn Tree… These things can’t grow in normal conditions, and even if you can create a suitable environnt for their growth, you still need to water them regularly with fresh blood!”
Henrik stared at the Prophet.
“Am I wrong?”
The Prophet didn’t respond, but her expression wasn’t as assertive as before.
“And the so-called soul, except in extrely special circumstances, needs to be cultivated from a young age, the only value of this person’s life is to be slaughtered by you when they are mature enough.”
“Travis!”
Henrik pronounced this na.
At this, the Prophet could no longer control her facial expression, “Is it you?!”
“You were in the forest that night!”
“No, that’s not right.”
“Your breath is different.”
“Who is it then?!”
“Who stole…”
“Still trying to argue?” Henrik interrupted her.
“If I’m not mistaken, Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique, this is just the first stage of the ritual, next you have two choices.”
“The first is to let the newly born Tree Spirit continue to grow stronger, becoming a terrifying Puppet monster through killing and soul absorption.”
“And the second, when the ti is ripe, is to remove the Tree Spirit’s core and then implant it into…”
“Stop talking!”
The Prophet suddenly interrupted Henrik.
She bit her lip.
“You win, say it, what do you want?”
She seed very afraid of what Henrik was about to say next.
“Destroy the Tree Spirit’s Puppet Core, disrupt the Array, and put an end to your ritual, this matter ends here.”
Upon hearing his words, the Prophet beca furious!
“Shaless!”
“You Hunters Guild, this is nothing but thievery!”
Her pale face turned red with rage, her twig-like fingers clenched tight, the veins on the back of her hands bulging.
From the look on her face, she seed ready to pounce on Henrik and bite him to death right there.
Henrik was slightly taken aback, his demands weren’t excessive, and were routine for dealing with similar incidents, but the woman before him…
Her reaction was a bit too extre, wasn’t it?
“What is the aning of this?”
“Are you asking to give back what was taken?”
“I see the Hunters Guild has no sincerity at all.”
The aura around the Prophet beca dangerous.
“Are you trying to drive us to our deaths?”
Henrik was confused.
Could soone tell what is going on?
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