Mystic Dominator

The target has been tracked and followed.

Ronald is naturally not in a hurry now.

Back to the area illuminated by street lights, there is also the night overhead as a natural cover. He straddled back and forth across the tops of various buildings with ease, and chased steadily near the carriage on the ground.

The cult warlock who is fleeing is now racing against time.

It didn't take long, as if they followed Ronald's arrangement, they arrived at the previously agreed location on time.

Even the carriage is a few steps ahead.

Ronald jumped from the roof of the building, and then stood right in the middle of this deserted road, looking at the carriage approaching him without any waves. The inaccessible road deliberately chosen by this group of cult warlocks has instead become an excellent environment for Ronald to let go of his work.

His eyes briefly sized up the galloping carriage.

Ronald found an angle that would probably not hurt the horse, and at the moment when the two sides were about to collide, he jumped over and kicked at the same time.

Hiss——

The horse noticed Ronald's presence and immediately neighed while running.

However, the 'passengers' are on the way to escape after all, they have no intention of avoiding pedestrians at all, and...

Probably too late to make an evasive action.

With the support of Ronald's current physical fitness, this series of actions actually only happened in the blink of an eye.

There was only a 'crack' sound, followed by the sound of a carriage hitting the side of the road. The driver and the cult warlock sitting in the carriage had no time to react before they were kicked to the ground by Ronald along with the carriage.

"ah!"

"My legs!"

Listening to the groans from the carriage, Ronald had nothing to say.

With a wave of one hand, the black mist of the power of 'Rage' swept up, enveloping them, including their vehicles, in an instant.

Such a sudden attack combined with Ronald's strength far beyond the normal level.

The result in exchange was that this group of cult warlocks were instantly wiped out.

It was confirmed that the number of people being controlled was exactly in line with the number of targets he had locked.

Ronald walked over with two simple kicks, kicked the carriage into pieces to pretend to be the scene of a car accident, and then drew a magic rune on the ground with one hand to attract the nearest investigator who was in charge of handling the matter.

Things went surprisingly smoothly.

Before ordinary people noticed that Ronald had created the scene of the car accident, three investigators trotted over from the corner of the street.

Among them, the old investigator who was the leader of the team saw Ronald's appearance, and his eyes immediately changed several times.

First, he whispered a few words to the other two behind him.

They came together and walked up to Ronald.

"Mr. Ronald, is this...?"

"I was attending a banquet held by Sir Phelps just now, and then I accidentally discovered traces of cult warlock activities..."

Seeing the investigator's extremely cautious expression on himself.

Ronald immediately understood what the other party was thinking.

Telling everything that happened tonight in as calm a tone as possible, Ronald finally explained the fact that the cult warlock has been completely controlled, and then put forward his own thoughts:

"If possible, can you please provide the carriage for transporting these cult warlocks, Sir Phelps is the leader of the emerging nobles after all, I think it's better to take them back and let Phelps interrogate them too. "

"..."

"Of course this is as it should be."

There was only a moment of silence.

The veteran investigator who led the team responded directly without even thinking about it.

Then, while instructing the two young investigators behind him to go to the nearest location to deploy the carriage, he put on a very apologetic expression at the same time, and then started talking to Ronald:

"Mr. Ronald, this is really hard work for you. It stands to reason that this kind of work should be completely in charge of our Investigation Bureau. I have to trouble you to come out and work hard at night. I am really sorry... "

Ronald heard the temptation and compliment in the other party's tone.

So he also showed a polite smile:

"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

"Any Springs citizen with the most basic sense of responsibility will make the same decision as me when encountering this kind of thing. You don't have to worry about any problems at all."

"Is that so..."

After chatting with Ronald in a subtle tone, the old investigator didn't say anything more.

Wait until the young investigator brings the carriage over.

He didn't even mean to follow, but handed Ronald the reins of the carriage directly.

"Then Mr. Ronald, I will leave this matter to you. As for the carriage...you can hand it over to our colleagues who are maintaining order at Sir Phelps' side, and they will bring it back safely."

"..."

"Then I will take my leave."

After staring at the old investigator for a few seconds, Ronald nodded to him, and then drove the carriage back.

Wait until the shadow of the carriage disappears at the end of the street corner.

A young man following behind the old investigator asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Conderthrop, isn't it a bit illegal for us to do this? I remember it was clearly written in the manual..."

"It's not in compliance, what's not in compliance?" Hearing the inquiry from the young man behind him, the old investigator shook his head with a smile and interrupted, "This Mr. Ronald is a man of the moment in Springs. There's no need for us to bother."

"Furthermore..."

"Even if we really want to follow the rules, we may not be able to stop him!"

"Okay, don't think about those things, let's continue to patrol... Ah! By the way, bring the horse over there, this is our sideline income for tonight!"

After a few simple instructions, the old investigator immediately led the other two to continue the night patrol work.

For them, tonight must be a peaceful night.

the other side.

Ronald, who was driving the carriage, spent a quarter of an hour before returning to the place where Sir Phelps held the banquet.

During the half hour when he left the mansion to pursue.

Sir Phelps seems to have made very good arrangements for the follow-up development of this matter. Even when Ronald drove the carriage to the intersection of the street, a servant from the house stopped him on his own initiative.

"Mr. Ronald, wait!"

"The master opened the back door over there, let's go this way."

Ronald nodded silently, and then was skillfully led by the servants to the back of the mansion, so as to avoid the main venue of the banquet that was still going on ahead.

In less than a minute, the anxious figure of Sir Phelps also appeared from here.

"How is the situation, Mr. Ronald?"

Ronald nodded calmly, then pointed to the unconscious cult warlock in the carriage:

"Check it out, all four of them are here."