Mystic Dominator

Compared with the hall behind, here...

How to describe it?

Except for the evil god altar that can be seen as soon as the secret door is opened, the space behind it is surprisingly calm.

Go down a few steps from the secret door to the ground here, surrounded by an unusually clean and flat field.

However, as far as the eye can see, there is no floor laid and no load-bearing wooden piles for support.

This empty space can almost be regarded as a natural underground cave.

Except for the evil god altar built in the center, there are no piles of corpses around, no harsh and terrifying live sacrifice platforms, and no weird sculptures of evil sects.

Even compared to the original underground space, not even burrowing insects can be seen here.

— utter silence.

Of course, it doesn't mean that this place is pure land.

On Ronald's right hand side, there is a large pool.

water......

Wait, pool?

Ronald was suddenly alert.

According to the Greek mythology, isn’t Cthulhu the one who belongs to R’lyeh who is sleeping on the bottom of the sea?

Although this place can't be the South Pacific.

But the spells of this group of cultists may be closely related to things like water flow!

Thinking of this, Ronald quickly took two steps back.

The black mist spreading in the hall poured into the underground cave in an instant, covering all the places on the ground first.

"..."

Ronald looked around quietly.

In the silent underground space, almost no sound can be heard around.

The cult warlock didn't know what to add to the candle, which caused the candle to illuminate a very wide range, and then it was still quite infiltrating green.

In this way, accompanied by the weird flickering candlelight, there is complete silence here.

No, the cult warlock has died on it.

Control your nervousness like self-hypnosis.

Ronald calmed down and began to carefully feel the touch from the black mist.

Bypassing the statue of the evil god that must have a problem, the surrounding ground was quickly cleaned up.

But the result...

Still haven't found any clues. .

So now the last remaining place is the pool over there...

Turning his gaze, his gaze quietly fell on the pool over there.

The green candlelight hit the water surface, and the motionless water surface was like an emerald buried in the ground. Although there were no ripples in the mirror-like pool water, it seemed that there was some kind of monster hiding in it.

If it wasn't for the crime of 'Rage' still reminding Ronald that there is no conscious living person here except him, then he must have been thinking about how to deal with the surprise attack.

--water

—— Cthulhu

——The previous art of physical transformation.

Anyone with a bit of knowledge in this area will find the pool suspicious.

clack clatter——

At this moment, Ronald heard approaching footsteps behind him.

When he looked back, it was Patricia who had descended into the cellar. .

Because this underground cave is further down in depth, the actual position where Ronald is standing now is much lower than the previous cellar hall.

So from Patricia's point of view, Ronald behind the secret door only stared at her with his upper body.

"Ronald?"

"Are you OK?"

While asking, the girl walked into the underground cave without hesitation.

When she saw the ground filled with black mist, she frowned:

"This should be the influence of your spell, right?"

"That's right."

Ronald nodded,

Immediately recalled the surrounding black mist to his hand.

"I've probably checked everything here. Except for the pool over there and this statue, there should be nothing else worth noting."

"Is that so..."

Following Ronald's words, Patricia looked around the cave.

The whole cave is just like what Ronald said, and there is really nothing worth noting.

The focus of the underground space is completely gathered on the sculpture of the evil god.

This is also in line with the style of cult warlocks.

On the contrary, the appearance of this underground pool on the side is somewhat incomprehensible.

Could it be that this group of people still have the hobby of hiding in the ground and gathering people to take a bath?

Patricia didn't stick around for too long.

After looking around, the girl turned her eyes to Ronald again.

With a serious tone, she said:

"Ronald, people from the Investigation Bureau should come over to investigate the situation in a short time."

"If you don't want to expose your ability, you'd better withdraw now."

"Just as if I found out what happened here, today you have gone home by yourself."

"I can help you deal with the rest of the matter."

"..."

Ronald was silent.

To be honest, he didn't expect Patricia to mention this.

He is indeed extremely wary of such a behemoth as the Bureau of Investigation. Coming from modern society, he knows how difficult it is to deal with an organized and established institution.

But Patricia would suggest to cover himself, he really didn't think about it. It was a good enough choice not to reveal the original story at Brunwich Railway Station.

After thinking for a few breaths, under Patricia's gaze, Ronald still chose to leave here:

"In that case, I will withdraw first."

The girl nodded in response:

"Don't worry, there won't be any accidents if you leave it to me here."

Ronald then turned and left.

But before he walked out of the cellar, he still didn't forget to remind Patricia:

"By the way, Patricia, be careful with that sink."

"In addition to the altar, I think that thing should also pay more attention."

"OK."

After finishing the final conversation, Ronald returned to the ground through the entrance on the side of the courtyard.

The snowflakes in the sky are falling tirelessly.

In a corner of the courtyard, the umbrella that Patricia threw out before was still lying on the ground, and the original color had been covered by snow at this moment.

Even the traces left by the cult warlock's self-explosion before were not visible at all at this time.

Subconsciously, Ronald looked up at the sky.

No light can be seen in the low colors, and the night sky is as cold as the severe winter cold.

"call--"

"Go home, go home."

"That's it for today."

Thinking about it carefully, he actually didn't have to worry too much about what was hidden here.

There is no problem at all if I find out when I return to work at the Bureau of Investigation tomorrow morning, or ask Patricia later.

Dealing with this group of cult warlocks is actually the common responsibility of the mysterious side of Burenwich.

I am just a part of it.

Walk out of the yard slowly.

Ronald saw the carriage that Patricia was chasing back.

The cult warlock who thought he had successfully escaped was now obediently tied up inside and unconscious.

These guys.

Probably the most unlucky thing tonight...

After silently adjusting the control effect of 'Rage' on these people, Ronald shook his head and walked into the distance.

His footprints in the snow.

Just a few minutes later, it was completely buried by the falling snow.

leave no trace—