Mystic Dominator

The sun dipped below sea level, leaving only a hint of blue in the distant sky.

Farewell to the priest, after leaving the church.

Ronald came to the beach alone and walked along the shore, quietly watching everything in front of him.

The current time has not yet reached the moment when the fishermen of Celephas come out in groups.

Moreover, people have been killed continuously in the past few days, and most of the villagers dare not go out during this time period.

As a result, the entire beach is deserted.

It seems that it has become Ronald's exclusive walking area.

Of course, according to what the previous investigator said, he was now walking towards the location where the investigator and the prisoner fought during the day, to deal with the traces left by the battle.

Originally experienced high-intensity fighting, Willard and the others needed to rest.

Their plan was to go back to Celephas and leave one person to rest, and then come back to deal with the finishing work when it was almost time, while the other two escorted the prisoner directly back to Brunwich.

As a result, Ronald and Nicole appeared, and this unskilled work was naturally handed over to Ronald, who was still a rookie.

Safe, easy, purely physical work.

Perfect for those new to the bureau.

After feeling that the position is almost the same, the black original script appeared in the cuff again:

"His name is Styx,

The black water flowed down to the foot of the dark and steep cliff.

..."

As the poem was recited, the black mist that symbolized 'rage' condensed between his hands.

Ronald didn't use his abilities ostentatiously because he was alone, he still tried to ensure the concealment of his spells as much as possible.

Soon, the ability to perceive emotions responded back to my heart.

He clearly felt that there were no other human activities around except Celefes behind him.

It's not as coincidental as in film and television works or game novels, where an enemy suddenly pops up after the matter is settled, or there is actually some hidden crisis.

His job is just to clean up the battlefield between the two sides.

After all, investigators are professionals who deal with mysterious side events.

Not to mention the person in charge of the Celepis matter.

—It was Mr. Willard.

According to the information Ronald had learned from the Bureau of Investigation, this Willard was one of the only two ace investigators in Burenwich, and he was rarer and more powerful than Nicole's elite class.

Elites and trump cards are not just lip service.

Specifically, the use of this title is like the gap between a technical title and an actual position.

To be called this in the Bureau of Investigation, the corresponding requirements are very strict, and it has little to do with the position.

—Take Nicole as an example.

Investigators who have successfully handled more than 20 hazardous incidents and have independently responded to crisis incidents more than five times can be called elites.

further back.

It is the ace title owned by Willard.

In addition to the basic requirements of successfully handling more than 50 hazardous incidents and independently responding to crisis-like incidents more than 10 times, there is also a very special condition to be called an ace.

——Have an experience of preventing the alienation of the world.

Leaving aside other countries.

To accomplish such a difficult feat in the powerful and orderly territory of Grid, individual ability alone is not enough.

You have to be able to encounter such a crisis first.

In a place like the Bureau of Investigation, if you want this kind of opportunity, you have to live long enough, and living long enough means more mysterious incidents to deal with.

One can imagine the difficulty of being able to fulfill such conditions and then be called a trump card.

Therefore, it is only reasonable that Willard can properly handle the incident that happened in Celephas.

But this guy who feeds on human internal organs,

To be able to last so long under Willard's hands...

That's what's really worth being wary of.

Walking slowly by the sea, Ronald gradually moved away from the fishing village behind him while thinking.

And as he walked, the last blue of the western sea level gradually faded.

—it was night.

Unknowingly, the light of the stars shines brightly in the dark night sky.

It seems that because it only snowed yesterday, everything in the sky is extraordinarily bright, and the sea breeze mixed in the air is weaker than before.

The fishing village behind him completely disappeared at the end of his sight.

Walking on a night where ordinary people had difficulty moving forward, Ronald didn't think there was any problem.

Under the all-round strengthening of the Divine Comedy, his vision did not receive any interference in this environment, just like ordinary passers-by going out for a walk in the evening.

clatter——

The sound of the tide receding came from the side, and some previously invisible rocks began to be exposed on the ground.

Calculating the time, nightfall is indeed the time for low tide.

After walking a distance like this, Ronald's eyes lit up.

About 200 meters ahead, scorched marks suddenly appeared on the originally flat ground, and at the same time, there was a huge force hitting the gully formed on the ground. Even if a bonfire party is held at the seaside, it is impossible to cause such a residual state.

Obviously, this is where the fight took place earlier.

"..."

"Is love physical labor?"

Looking at the traces in front of him, Ronald's expression collapsed, and he complained helplessly.

Normally speaking, one should bring a shovel to do the work.

Fortunately, Ronald didn't need to do coolies himself.

The black mist above his hands consciously fell to the ground, and then surged towards the mess in front of him, beginning to bury the traces of the battle here.

The ravines on the ground were filled with sand from nearby materials.

Scorch marks and traces floating on the surface can be removed by washing with sea water several times.

The power of the black mist is not too great, but it doesn't need Ronald to do it himself!

He picked a rock and sat down on his own, and Ronald could even feel the moisture of the sea above.

At night, blowing the wind alone by the sea, watching the indifferent black mist doing coolies below.

It feels pretty good...

Time passed little by little, and with the tireless efforts of the magical products, this area was basically dealt with.

Although a closer look can also find a little clue.

But in this kind of place, usually no one comes to study the ground carefully.

Not to mention coming to the conclusion that 'there are mysterious people fighting here'.

Sitting on the rock, Ronald took off his shoes and shook the grit out of them before rushing through and jumping off the rock.

In front of him at this moment, a cloud of black mist floated up.

There are also some messy things that were accidentally discovered when dealing with the ground before.

These include shell casings and warheads left over from several bullets, rapid-injection metal capsules, split dagger fragments, notes buried in the soil...

"Hmm... wait!"

Ronald froze when he was about to throw all these things into the sea.

Because the black mist is a self-discipline work, he is not sure what exactly he dug up.

It turned out to be really rewarding!

A notebook of a cult warlock?