"There’s a girl who claims to be a friend of yours and came with you. She’s outside right now."
Count Ferries was referring to Molli’er, who purposefully waited until all of Ronan’s matters were settled before coming up.
Molli’er’s appearance and aura were so exceptional that no one dared to stop her, and she passed through unobstructed.
Ronan nodded, and Count Ferries sighed in relief, then he continued, "...It’s been confirmed, those damn ’robbers’ used to be part of an Adventure group called ’Heroic Wind Adventure Team’. They claimed to champion the cause of civilians while plundering Nobles, to sustain their team’s Wizard....
These scoundrels speak of justice, but in reality, it’s all for Gold Coins. Five years ago, that blacksmith named Dick offered his own wife to settle his debts; he’s nothing but a compulsive gambler and a drunkard...."
Count Ferries spoke through clenched teeth, but Ronan was not the least bit interested in these things. He raised his hand slightly to interrupt Count Ferries and then strolled over to the group of thugs who were tied up and knelt before a pile of corpses. Everyone who passed by them displayed undisguised loathing on their faces.
Count Ferries’ house soldiers suffered heavy casualties in this battle, including two of the strongest Knight Level warriors. Ronan remembered one of them, who had once taught "him" swordsmanship when he was younger, if he wasn’t mistaken.
All the members of the Heroic Wind Adventure Team, led by the Strong man of Black Tower, were here, like a flock of sheep awaiting slaughter.
The woman in the Black Robe, who was now revealing her true face, turned out to be surprisingly ugly, with a large black birthmark on her face.
The woman knelt on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably under her Black Robe, even more so than her subordinates from the Heroic Wind Adventure Team. It wasn’t that her mental fortitude was weak, but she alone knew well how terrifying the handsome young man standing before them was.
Compared to him, her status as a Level 4 Wizard Apprentice was like a tiny firefly under the scorching Fierce Sun, feeling as though she would be forcibly "melted" away at any moment.
Ronan’s gaze fell upon the woman as he spoke calmly.
Trembling, the woman answered, "Sandri, Sandri Anikaisarjin...."
After a few simple questions, Ronan learned that the woman named Sandri came from a neighboring Kingdom. She was an orphan who saved a dying Wandering Wizard as a child. After his death, it was natural for her to inherit his mantle and slowly self-taught her way to her current level.
According to Sandri, there exists a Wizard Organization called "Guild" along the East Coast with influence over the various kingdoms of the coast; many Wizards like her within the "Guild" could swap worldly wealth for some cultivation resources.
After all, most Wizards who choose to live in the secular world need Gold Coins to sustain their indulgences.
However, since the "Guild" has strict rules preventing Wizards from using their power to interfere with the secular, a severe punishment awaits anyone who violates this rule, which is why Sandri chose to "collaborate" with the Adventure group to plunder the Nobles.
"I didn’t know that there could be someone as great as you on this land..."
Sandri genuinely lamented, burying her head deeply between her knees.
The strongest Wizard Sandri had ever seen had merely a fraction of the spiritual power of the person before her.
Ronan listened quietly until Sandri finished speaking, then he nodded slightly and looked at her calmly.
"Do you still wish to live?"
Sandri abruptly looked up, "What do I need to offer you?"
Realizing what was required, Sandri quickly prostrated at Ronan’s feet, kissing the earth beneath them while rapidly reciting the Spell to sign a soul contract.
Seeing what Sandri was doing, the members of the Heroic Wind Adventure Team behind her also moved forward on their knees, eagerly saying: "We can also serve loyally, my lord, we..."
A faint sound of cutting through the air rose, and the raucous voices of the adventurers led by the Strong man of Black Tower abruptly ceased, as they all fell to the ground, each with a tiny hole appearing at the center of their foreheads, thick blood oozing out.
Ronan casually retrieved the Titanium that transformed into flying needles, took out the Cow Bell known as Bone Bell, and collected the souls of several individuals to feed the Ghost boy Ahaxia inside.
Then he completed the remaining servant contract signing with Sandri, putting an end to the matter.
He spared Sandri not for her talent; her young soul had reached the Level 4 Apprentice level purely through self-study. While this might not be remarkable in the Southern Wizard World, it was quite rare on the East Coast.
A Wizard’s life is elongated, and Sandri could serve as a guardian for the Damien Family for a long time.
As for the Strong man of Black Tower and the others, turning them into Undead Puppets would guarantee even greater loyalty, so there was no need to keep them alive.
After accepting Sandri, Ronan sensed the halted changes within him resume.
Clearly, "guardianship of the family" was also one of the original Ronan’s obsessions.
Ronan felt as if his soul was like a thick soup, what he needed to do now was slowly stir and dissolve the remaining butter clumps within this soup.
After concluding all this, Ronan turned to face the relatives of the Damien Family who were waiting by his side.