Chapter 635

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

Eden Lake.

A small grove at the campsite.

The people who had been in the Gates Building conference room earlier gathered again.

Geralt was the last to arrive.

It was not that he was slow. The others were simply faster. They were going all out for the ten-million bounty.

The scene had been well preserved.

Someone had been assigned to guard it.

Thorn Snake's employees were elites from various organizations. They had real skills, and skilled people tended to be proud. If they could not find any clues, they naturally doubted anyone else could.

Quite a few watched coldly, dismissing the so-called "extraordinary people" as frauds.

They were waiting for a good laugh.

But in Geralt's eyes, plenty of them had real skills.

A thin, middle-aged man with a long, Gandalf-like beard felt the trunks and leaves, then lay down among the grass.

Could he communicate with plants?

Over by the mercenary squad, one man twitched his nose like a hound, sniffing around.

An enhanced sense of smell?

Two others looked like private detectives, a man and a woman.

The male detective muttered away, seemingly talking to himself.

He was a medium trying to communicate with the Forest Spirits.

Geralt activated Spirit Sight and looked around. Much of what he saw had been in the files Caitlin sent him, but seeing pictures and seeing the real thing were very different.

An ordinary camera could not capture a Weird Monster's distinctive traces, for one thing.

Under Spirit Sight, wisps of black mist floated faintly in the air.

Were those enormous footprints on the ground?

Their owner would need at least size-fifty shoes, and they had only three toes. Judging by the firmness of the ground and the depth of the prints, the owner weighed