At the banquet held by yourself.

A cult warlock actually held a cult ceremony!

Sir Phelps certainly could not have hoped that this kind of news would spread.

So, with two trustworthy subordinates, as well as Ronald and the investigators, they did not bring in any extra people this time, and formed the simplest five-man team.

The banquet was actually a mansion under Sir Phelps. For the convenience brought by his master, the group came to the location pointed out by Ronald without any obstacle.

——Northwest direction of the mansion.

--kitchen.

“…”

As soon as we arrived at the door, several people in the team who had experienced a lot noticed something strange.

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

This kind of picture... is by no means a normal situation for a kitchen when working!

“…”

"You guys, smash the door open!"

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

Bang!

One of them took a step forward and kicked the door immediately.

Sir Phelps brought his men to be absolutely elite.

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

With a "click" sound, the broken hinge hung pitifully on the door panel, and then fell down towards the inside of the kitchen.

Sir Phelps walked into it with four other people, his face full of seriousness.

However, without waiting for him to express his anger or scold the people in the kitchen, the middle-aged man's figure was stalemate and could no longer make any moves.

“…”

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

"It is a humiliation to our nobles!"

"I can't forgive, absolutely cannot forgive!"

In the kitchen where the door was locked, a terrifying scene appeared before them.

The place that was supposed to be used for cooking has now become an unusually bloody and disgusting place.

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

These innocent ordinary people were fused together by cruel means, turning into a huge twisted monster with limbs and flesh and bones inseparable from each other, and finally put in an evil posture with religious meaning.

After careful observation, you can even barely distinguish the ups and downs of your chest and your still breathing mouth and nose.

These ordinary people who have been fused into a group still have life now.

However, when someone used spells to stuff them into such a twisted monster structure, they could not make any attempt to call for help. They could only experience the pain slowly like prey stuck in the trap, and wait for death to come.

"It's so unreasonable!"

"Who did this evil deed? Do they not understand..."

“…”

"Sir Phelps, please let me check it out too."

Seeing this scene, the investigator, who was originally a witness, couldn't sit still. A magic power was wrapped around his hands, and he walked forward and began to investigate the twisted monster more carefully.

I originally took this trip.

The investigator just thought that this was an ordinary noble servant, dissatisfied with his own situation or other reasons, and then caused a small and evil faith. But who knew it was such an exaggerated and bad incident!

You have to know this banquet tonight.

But their Investigation Bureau is responsible for security work!

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

I saw that the people around me were busy in the kitchen.

Ronald looked at the miserable situation of the ordinary people who were fused together, and then looked at Sir Phelps with an angry face. Compared to the angry nobles, the experiences of these innocent people are even more infuriating.

Walked in front of Phelps in two steps.

Ronald said as steady as possible:

"Mr. Phelps, the people who did these things should not have gone far. I'll catch them back."

"Mr. Ronald...I...I really didn't expect this to happen. Although it was a bit presumptuous, please give it to you!"

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

"Okay."

Ronald did not have the idea of ​​continuing to speak more with the other party.

He waved his hand and said goodbye to Sir Phelps. He stepped two steps to the kitchen that had opened the window, and flipped out with one hand.

“Its name is Stix,

The black water flowed downwards, flowing to the foot of the dim and steep cliff.

…”

The process of cult sacrifice has not been long since ended.

Once the investigation of the power of "fury" took effect, Ronald was taken into control in a large range of situations around the mansion. He was already quite familiar with spell control and almost didn't spend much effort to find traces of people fleeing nearby.

"I've just ran out two streets..."

He sighed in a low voice.

Ronald locked in the target, and rushed to the other party's position as soon as he took a step.

With the banquet held, it was already night.

But Springs is not a typhoon day now. During this time, there are still many pedestrians on the street, so Ronald naturally doesn't want to use flying spells at will.

Using Springs’ complex architectural terrain and his extraordinary physical fitness as much as possible, Ronald ran around the streets of Springs at night, constantly getting closer to the other party.

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

The other party was probably in a carriage and left faster than an ordinary person walking.

However, Ronald simply relies on his physical strength to stand on the top of a tall building after chasing for less than a quarter of an hour.

On the street below the building.

You can see a driving carriage.

The person who commits the crime of "fury" is also in it.

Ronald spent less than a quarter of an hour catching up with a carriage in the city.

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

"Start from here to the south, then in the street behind..."

The carriages have traces to follow. According to the direction they escaped during this period, the last street will come to the Vis River.
Chapter completed!