Without the brutal spell of the cult Magician leader,
mere three ordinary cult Magicians were no match for Spencer, the elite investigator,
even though his most handy weapon had already been destroyed.
In less than fifteen minutes, he had effortlessly subdued the remaining three.
others rested, continued sealing the demons, and the person heading to Blenheim to inform the Investigation Bureau had already departed.
After Spencer had dealt with the remaining personnel in the winery using the investigator’s unique spells,
the team responsible for cleanup and support from the Investigation Bureau arrived just in time.
Things like the grapevine maze summoned by Nicole and the flesh pools left by the cult Magicians began to be professionally handled.
After such turmoil, by the time everything was settled, the vineyard was almost razed to the ground.
One could foresee that the vineyard owner who harbored the cult Magicians
likely wouldn’t receive any compensation for it.
Unknowingly, the sunlight had already lit the horizon.
Except for Nicole, who was still unconscious, almost everyone else was unharmed, and Lama, the demon defeated by Patricia, was now confined and controlled by the Investigation Bureau, awaiting further in-depth investigation.
Thus, fifteen minutes after the actual sunrise,
Ronald and Patricia bid farewell to the Bureau’s personnel and returned together to Blenheim.
In the following days,
the situation inside Blenheim City kept improving.
When a significant figure in the organization died, the organizational flaws of this type of cult structure were starkly exposed. Smaller branches saw people silently leaving, and the big leaders also chose to retreat as they saw the situation turning sour.
the not so minor mystical disturbance had been quietly resolved.
Ronald even felt slightly unresponsive!
Based on his experience from novels and movies, this was the time when the cult Magicians should have made a desperate move, ready to break the net at the risk of their fish dying.
However, such ’big scenes’ actually didn’t even cast a shadow.
When faced with an irreversible defeat, the choice of these cult Magicians was incredibly real, each running faster than the last.
Until the Investigation Bureau’s building repairs were completed and the investigators boldly reoccupied it.
The mid-previous month’s burst of mystical forces gradually settled, and the city had also returned to its usual calm and tranquility.
And so, in the second month after Blenheim entered winter,
Ronald, wearing his loose pajamas, sat leisurely in his own home on the second floor.
With the winter sunlight shining through the window, casting warmth amidst the winter chill, Ronald enjoyed the coziness as he stared at the letter lying in front of him on his desk.
An invitation from the Investigation Bureau.
We are very grateful for the significant help and strength you provided during the terror attack initiated by the cult Magicians. The entire staff of the Blenheim Mystical Incident Investigation Bureau holds the highest respect for such supportive and friendly individuals in society.
As a token of our appreciation, we cordially invite you to attend a celebration hosted by us on December 12.
The detailed location is—29 Woodland Road, Mistletoe Manor.
We look forward to your timely presence.]
Beside the letter, at that moment, there was also a not-too-large pocket.
This was delivered to his home early in the morning, along with the letter.
Ronald casually opened it and his expression immediately softened significantly.
—The pocket was not big.
—But inside, it was filled entirely with "Gret".
In Grate, the largest denomination of currency currently in circulation.
By his estimate, the money was more than enough for an ordinary person to enjoy over a year of leisure while maintaining a decent standard of living.
When it came to paying...
The Investigative Bureau was nothing if not precise.
Of course, with the arrival of this letter and payment, it also meant one thing.
— Ronald was unemployed again!
After revealing his true combat abilities.
The Investigative Bureau wasn’t careless enough to let someone like Ronald work there temporarily.
Their cooperation, for now, seemed stuck at an impasse.
Thinking this, Ronald leaned back in his chair.
A look of helplessness fell across his face.
"Is it so wrong to want a salary without working...?"
While grumbling about his unemployed reality, Ronald was also thinking about his next steps.
The Bureau had offered him two suggestions.
The first was for Ronald to go to the Bureau for a more thorough and meticulous professional review, then join as a formal member; Blenheim City welcomed those from the mysterious side with clean backgrounds to join their ranks.
The second was to head to a church institution in Blenheim City.
There he would undergo an official investigation into his mystical powers and a basic personality analysis, then become a powerful individual with a mysterious identity officially recognized by the Grate government.
Between the two choices,
the former meant absorption by the official forces of Blenheim City, with all the associated benefits naturally included.
The latter meant obtaining a genuinely meaningful, mysterious identity that was recognized within Grate, a relatively free identity, but one that couldn’t enjoy related benefits.
The difference was like that between a civil servant and a freelancer.
However, the truth was.
Ronald really only had the latter option.
He couldn’t possibly withstand the Investigative Bureau’s truly rigorous scrutiny.
If they were to uncover that he was a transmigrator, who knew what kind of trouble it would cause?
He absolutely wouldn’t accept such a risky situation.
So, the choice was simple.
He would go to the church for an assessment of his powers and personality tendencies, which was what he needed to do next.
"When should I go...?"
Muttering to himself, Ronald picked up an invitation next to him.
There were still a few days left until the celebration banquet in the forest path.
The Bureau’s event wasn’t being rushed.
This relatively ample buffer time also felt like a kind invitation to Ronald.
Perhaps it even subtly conveyed a message.
Was Blenheim City’s attitude toward him not that of a stern investigation into a suspicious person?
Why not make a trip to the church the day after tomorrow afternoon.
Getting verified before the celebration banquet, no matter what, seemed plausible.
Moreover, last time he rushed through Lierdel Cathedral, Ronald could now take the time to explore it as an ordinary visitor.
He was quite curious about the grand church architecture of another world.
Just then, there was a knock at Ronald’s door.
He didn’t even have to ask; he knew it was Patricia knocking.
In the few days they had been idling, living in the same apartment building, they had become quite good friends.
Visiting each other had now become an almost daily occurrence between them.