Mystic Dominator

At a banquet hosted by myself.

There are cult warlocks who hold cult rituals!

Sir Phelps certainly could not have hoped that such news would spread.

So with two trustworthy subordinates, as well as Ronald and the investigator as witnesses, they didn't bring any extra people on this trip, and they made up the simplest team of five.

The place where the banquet was held was actually a mansion under the name of Sir Phelps. Due to the convenience brought by the identity of the host, the group came to the location pointed out by Ronald without hindrance.

——Northwest direction of the mansion.

--kitchen.

"..."

Just after arriving at the door, a few people with more experience in the team noticed something strange.

The banquet was still going on outside, but the door of the kitchen, which was supposed to be busy, was locked, and there were no attendants at work nearby.

This kind of picture... is by no means a normal situation when a kitchen is at work!

"..."

"You guys, break open the door!"

Looking at the locked kitchen in front of him, Sir Phelps also understood that now was not the time to ask the housekeeper for the key, so he directly ordered his men to open the door.

boom!

One person took a step forward and immediately kicked the door hard.

The men brought by Sir Phelps are absolutely elite.

How can an ordinary wooden door block such a powerful kick?

There was only a 'click', and the broken hinges hung pitifully on the door panel, and then fell together towards the inside of the kitchen.

Sir Phelps led the other four into it, his face full of seriousness.

However, before he could express his anger or reprimand the people in the kitchen, the figure of the middle-aged man froze in place, unable to make any further movements for a while.

"..."

"This... this... this is an insult to Springs!"

"It is a humiliation to our nobles!"

"unforgivable,

Absolutely can not forgive! "

In the kitchen with the door locked, what appeared before their eyes was a chilling scene.

What was supposed to be a place for cooking delicacies has now become a bloody and disgusting place.

Including cooks, servants, servants and all kinds of people.

These innocent ordinary people were fused together by cruel means, turning them into a huge twisted monster whose limbs are fused together, and the flesh and bones are indistinguishable from each other. Finally, they are placed in a strange posture that contains religious meaning. .

If you observe carefully, you can barely distinguish the rising and falling chest and the still breathing mouth and nose.

These ordinary people who have been fused into one group even have life now.

However, being stuffed into such a distorted monster structure with magic, they couldn't make any moves to call for help. You can only slowly experience the pain like a prey stuck in a trap, and wait for death to come.

"It's unreasonable, it's really unreasonable!"

"Who did such evil deeds, so they don't understand..."

"..."

"Sir Phelps, please allow me to examine it too."

Seeing this situation, the investigator who was originally a witness couldn't sit still. With a magical force wrapped around his hand, he stepped forward and began to investigate the twisted monster more carefully.

Originally took this trip.

The investigator just thought it was an ordinary noble servant who was dissatisfied with his own situation or other reasons, and then made a small incident of evil faith, but who knew it would be such an exaggerated and bad incident!

To know about the banquet tonight.

But their investigation bureau is in charge of security work!

This kind of thing happened under the nose of the Bureau of Investigation. This is no longer a complicated situation that can be explained clearly in one or two sentences. This is a very serious matter not only for Sir Phelps, but also for their investigators!

Seeing that several people around were busy in the kitchen.

Ronald looked at the miserable state of the ordinary people who were fused together, and then looked at the angry Sir Phelps. Compared with the angry nobles, what happened to these innocent people was even more infuriating.

Two steps to the front of Phelps.

Ronald said as calmly as possible:

"Mr. Phelps, the people who did these things shouldn't be far away. I'll catch them back."

"Mr. Ronald...I...I really. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. Although it's a bit presumptuous, please!"

Looking at Ronald's serious expression in front of him, Sir Phelps' attitude also changed from being stiff and hesitant at the beginning to resolute when entrusting things. And after finishing these words, he also bent down deeply, and made a very serious gesture of aristocratic etiquette to Ronald.

"okay."

Ronald also didn't intend to continue talking to the other party.

After simply waving goodbye to Sir Phelps, he took two steps to the open kitchen window and rolled out with one hand.

"His name is Styx,

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

..."

It didn't take long for the cult sacrifice process to end.

Once the investigation by the power of 'Rage' took effect, Ronald took control of a large area around the mansion. Already quite familiar with spell manipulation, he managed to find traces of the fleeing people nearby without much effort.

"I just ran two streets away...".

With emotion in a low voice.

Ronald locked on the target, took a step and rushed to the opponent's position.

With the banquet held, the time has come to night.

But Springs is not a typhoon day right now. During this period of time, there are still a lot of pedestrians on the street. Naturally, it is not easy for Ronald to use flying spells at will.

Taking advantage of the complex architectural terrain of Springs as much as possible, as well as his extraordinary physical fitness, Ronald ran on the streets of Springs at night, constantly getting closer to each other.

The distance between the two streets is not long or short.

The other party was probably sitting in a carriage, and the speed of leaving was much faster than ordinary people walking.

However, Ronald simply relied on his own physical strength, and he stood on the top of a taller building in less than a quarter of an hour after chasing him.

On the street below the building.

A horse-drawn carriage can be seen driving.

The perpetrator referred to in the crime of 'rage' is also in it.

It took Ronald less than a quarter of an hour to catch up with a carriage in the city with his legs.

While looking at the trajectory of the carriage, Ronald murmured in a low voice:

"From here to the south, then on the street behind..."

There are traces of the carriage's forward route. According to the direction they fled during this time, the last street will come to the Weiss River.

And here is the right position for Ronald to shoot!