The next morning.


    Outside Doran''s apartment of the 36th generation, an Aston Martin came at a gallop.


    Kard, a burly man in a gray woolen coat, hurried out of the car.


    The new priest followed him with a tablet in his hand.


    Into the stairwell, suddenly.


    See the door of the residence open.


    "Calder, yesterday..."


    After stopping the thirty seventh generation Doran, Calder frowned slightly, gestured a silent gesture, walked quietly and slowly approached the door of the apartment.


    In the room.


    The back in a black windbreaker made them frown slightly.


    The new priest frowned and wondered, "who are you?"


    Calder gradually relaxed his vigilance.


    Walk into the apartment.


    The voice is particularly low and magnetic.


    "Cole walker, the last time I saw you was in Chicago six years ago."


    "Cole?"


    Pastor Dolan was stunned and opened his mouth. Because of surprise, his tone was hasty, and a very unnatural fear flashed in his eyes, "is he the legendary wizard killer?"


    Cole looked into the house and said coldly, "last night, I noticed the power of black magic."


    Mention dark magic.


    There was a silence in the room.


    Pastor Doran frowned and said, "it''s impossible. The elders of the Holy Church and the people of the wizard Council have surveyed the scene. There are no traces of dark magic."


    Calder turned his head and looked suspiciously at the young priest.


    "You came here last night before he died, didn''t you?"


    Doran''s hands were half in his pockets, his tone was calm and his eyes were sincere, "yes."


    No further questioning.


    Calder looked around in the apartment with intact furniture and no sign of resistance, and said, "it''s said that you killed Abigail. I''ve known her for a long time."


    Cole picked up a dead fly on the floor, picked it up and put it in their sight. He said coldly, "plague black fly, black magic of the 13th century."


    No one is more familiar with the era of the black death than Calder.


    Especially when it comes to his nemesis, the Witch Queen.


    Go to the old priest''s tortured sofa and pull out the long knife. Cole then said, "not only them, Calder, there are a lot of traces of black wizard activities in New York City.


    Maybe they''re planning something secretly. "


    When it comes to conspiracy, he looks at Reverend Dolan.


    The latter glanced unnaturally away, turned around and pretended to help Calder find possible clues in the room.


    Activate blood flame.


    Hold the handle with both hands and stab the blade into the sofa.


    The next moment.


    The power of blood flame secret art began to devour the black magic trap arranged here.


    A huge five element awn array appeared on the floor.


    Spells like graffiti appeared densely on the wall, like flammable kerosene, and blood flame spread wildly on the spell.


    The roaring scarlet flame is like the Hellfire that burns the souls of sinners.


    Seeing this, pastor Doran hurried back two steps and hit Calder.


    I saw Cole''s way to deal with the black wizard a long time ago. The old hunter, who has lived for more than 800 years, looked around and said not surprisingly, "the scene is equipped with an invisible spell... You are still as rough as before."


    The dark magic used to kill the investigator was destroyed by the power of blood flame before it took effect, and the hidden scene was restored to its original appearance.


    The windows were broken and the house was in a mess.


    Seems to be aware of something.


    Calder turned and took out a pure black plant with long fingers and shaped like a curved sheep horn from the potted soil.


    Take it and walk to the new priest. His voice is not urgent or slow, and his eyes look at it.


    "This is black magic, more than evil."


    Speaking of this, I saw a Bible scattered around the sofa, frowned slightly, and hurried to pick it up.


    There is a word smeared with blood: remenber.


    get up.


    He walked up to the new priest, held out his ring that could identify wizards, and said coldly, "hold out your hand."


    For whatever reason.


    The 37 generation Doran, who was the last to leave the death scene, is the most suspicious object.


    Facts have proved that Calder''s judgment is not wrong. The wrong thing is that because his old friend was tortured and his anger after being assassinated, he ignored the possibility that the young man may be a wizard without talent.


    The next thing.


    It''s the same as the movie plot.


    The ring didn''t respond.


    Pastor Dolan also moved out his childhood, trying to move Calder''s heart and let him participate in the investigation of the death of the old pastor.


    A boy saved by Calder in the hands of a black wizard couple.


    Unfortunately.


    Without talent, he was wrongly regarded as a human being robbed by wizards. In fact, the black wizards were the biological parents of Doran for the thirty-seven generations.


    After confirming that the ring is not responding.


    Calder, whose behavior tends to be orderly, naturally ruled out the possibility of a new priest.


    However.


    When the two talked, Cole stood behind Calder and looked at him with deep eyes.


    It''s like being held around your neck by a cold blade.


    Uncomfortably adjusted the priest''s collar and continued to say to Calder, "I''ve been waiting for a lifetime to help you."


    Calder looked down at the empty pen box he gave to his old friend. His tone was as indifferent as ever.


    "Now, here''s your chance."


    Cole stepped over the ruins of the apartment, lit a cigarette and said, "Max, that unruly bastard, must know who did it. Let''s go."


    Taking Calder''s expensive Aston Martin, the three came to a hot bakery.


    As soon as you get off the bus.


    The new priest chattered.


    "... I know it takes a cool head to face wizards and illusions."


    "Max is a level 14 wizard now. Facing him, you can''t do anything. You might as well relax."


    Walk beside Cole.


    Maybe it''s to get close.


    The new priest smiled awkwardly and said, "what about you, Mr. Cole walker? I heard you have a pistol that can kill wizards. Will you kill max?"


    Cole, stop.


    Looking at his blue eyes, he said indifferently, "I only kill black wizards, thirty seventh generation Doran."


    "Uh..."


    Obviously, there was a trace of panic on his face, but it was well covered up.


    Unless the new priest is a fool, he must know that Cole has no trust in him and may even know some clues to him.


    In the bakery.


    Guests attracted by delicious food filled the hall, and the tellers in charge of sales were full of enthusiasm.


    Until Calder crossed the crowd and behind the counter and walked back to the kitchen.


    In addition to the only human employee, other weak witch tellers looked surprised and looked at Calder''s back, full of worry and fear.


    As a result, they could not wait to recover from the surprise of the great man Calder''s visit.


    The other is wearing a black windbreaker.


    The cold guy with a cigarette in his mouth also walked into the shop.


    This time.


    The look of the witches was no longer surprised, but became extremely frightened.


    It''s a fear of death instinct.


    He hurried back and leaned against the wall for fear of getting in the way to annoy the legendary evil wizard killer, and even a witch teller rushed back to the kitchen without hesitation.


    "He... Why is he here?"


    "It''s him! God!"