Chapter 110
The sun sets below the sea level at night on the seaside, leaving only a trace 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 time for the Celephais fishermen to come out in groups.
Moreover, people have been killed in succession in the past few days, and most villagers do not dare to go out during this time.
As a result, the entire beach is deserted.
This place seemed to have become Ronald's exclusive walking area.
Of course, according to what the previous investigator said, he is now walking towards the location where the investigator and the prisoner fought during the day, to deal with the traces left in the battle.
After experiencing a high-intensity battle, Willard and the others needed to rest.
Their plan was to return to Celephis, leaving one person to rest, and then come back to handle the finishing work when it was almost done, while the other two escorted the prisoner directly back to Burrenwich.
As a result, Ronald and Nicole showed up, and this unskilled job was naturally handed over to Ronald, who was still a newcomer.
Safe, simple, purely physical work.
It is most suitable for those who are new to the Bureau of Investigation.
After feeling that the position was almost the same, the black original text appeared in the cuffs again:
"Its name is Styx,
and the black water flows down to the foot of the dim and steep cliff.
"
As the poem was recited, Black mist, symbolizing 'wrath', condensed between his hands.
Ronald didn't use his abilities arrogantly just because he was alone. He still tried his best to ensure the concealment of his spells.
Soon, the ability to perceive emotions returns in the mind.
He clearly felt that except for Celephais behind him, there was no other human activity around him.
It's not like a coincidence like in film and television works or game novels. After the matter is dealt with, an enemy suddenly pops up, or there is actually some hidden crisis.
His job is just to clean up the battlefield on both sides.
At the end of the day, investigators are professionals who deal with the mystery side of things.
Not to mention the person responsible for this matter, Celephais.
——That Mr. Willard.
According to the information Ronald had learned from the Bureau before, this Willard is one of the only two ace investigators in Burrenwich, which is rarer and more powerful than the elite class that Nicole belongs to.
Elite and ace are not just words.
Specifically, the use of this title is like the gap between technical titles and actual positions.
To be called this in the Bureau of Investigation, the corresponding requirements are very strict and have little to do with the position.
——Take Nicole as an example.
Only investigators who have successfully handled more than twenty hazardous incidents and independently responded to crisis incidents more than five times can be called elites.
Further back.
This is the ace title that Willard possesses.
In addition to the basic requirements of successfully handling more than fifty hazardous incidents and more than ten independent responses to crisis incidents, there is also a very special condition to be called an ace.
——Have an experience of preventing the alienation of the world.
Let’s not talk about other countries.
If you want to accomplish such a difficult feat in the territory of Grid, which has strong national power and stable order, personal ability alone is not enough.
You must first be able to encounter such a crisis.
In a place like the Bureau of Investigation, if you want this kind of opportunity, you have to live long enough. Living long enough means dealing with more mysterious incidents.
One can imagine how difficult it is to be able to complete such conditions and then be called an ace.
Therefore, it can only be said that Willard can properly handle the incident in Celephasis.
But it's the fact that this guy who feeds on human internal organs can last so long under Willard's hands
that really deserves people's attention.
Walking slowly by the seaside, Ronald gradually moved away from the fishing village behind him while thinking.
As he walked, the last blue of the western sea level gradually faded.
——It’s night.
Unconsciously, the light of the stars shone brightly in the dark night sky.
It seemed that because it had snowed yesterday, everything in the sky seemed extra bright, and the sea breeze in the air was weaker than before.
The fishing village behind him completely disappeared from sight.
Walking at night when it was difficult for ordinary people to move 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 an ordinary passerby going out for a walk in the evening.
Crash -
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 certain distance like this, Ronald's eyes lit up.
Almost two hundred meters ahead, the originally flat ground suddenly appeared with scorch marks, and at the same time, there were ravines formed by the huge force hitting the ground. Even a bonfire party at the beach would not result in such a residual state.
It was obvious that this was where the previous battle had taken place.
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"Is love a physical job?"
Looking at the traces in front of him, Ronald's expression collapsed and he complained helplessly.
Normally, you should bring a shovel for this job.
Fortunately, Ronald didn't have to do any hard work himself.
The black mist above his hands unconsciously fell to the ground, and then surged towards the mess in front of him, beginning to bury the traces of the battle here.
The gullies on the ground were filled with sand and soil from nearby materials.
Scorch marks and traces floating on the surface can be treated by washing with sea water several times.
The power of the black mist is not too great, but it doesn't require Ronald to do it himself!
He picked a rock and sat down on his own. Ronald could even feel the moisture of the sea above.
At night, I was alone on the beach blowing in the wind, watching the cold and ruthless black fog doing hard labor below.
It feels pretty good.
Time passes little by little, and with the tireless efforts of the magic products, this area is basically finished.
Although you can find some clues if you look closely.
But in a place like this, no one usually comes to study the ground carefully at all.
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, put them back on before jumping off the rock.
What was in front of him at the moment was a floating black mist.
It also contains some messy things that were accidentally discovered when dealing with the ground.
These included the shell casings and warheads left by several rounds of bullets, metal capsules for rapid injection, cracked dagger fragments, and notes buried in the soil. "Hmm, wait!" Ronald was
planning
to throw all these things into the sea. His movements froze.
Because Black Mist is a self-disciplined job, he is not sure what he will dig out.
It turned out to be really rewarding!
A cult warlock's notebook?
[Thanks for the reward of Xinxin Guanzhi! 】
(End of this chapter)