Outside of the Gascoigne family house, the footsteps that were originally light enough for ordinary people to not hear paused momentarily, then quickly rushed over.
A silent, stern, and emotionless yellow-coat Hunter, almost a stereotype of the Yan Nan Hunter, stood at the door holding a saw-blade dripping with viscous blood, flesh, and black fur.
He looked around with his face hidden under a triangular hat and mask, only a slit revealing his eyes, before stepping onto the wooden floor and entering the Gascoigne family house.
"You're back again?" Ignoring the Demon Hunter's greeting, Henrik first let out a deep sigh. "This decision can't be called wise, Lann."
"Wise or not, we'll talk about later." The Demon Hunter half-knelt on the ground, calling over without turning his head, "Give me a blood vial first; someone's poisoned here."
Henrik shook his head, the wooden floor creaking under his boots, as he walked over to Lann, glancing briefly at the unconscious Maria.
