Ronald had barely finished speaking.
Nicole and Swifte, each carrying a priest, simultaneously stopped their actions.
Nicole first glanced around the dungeon cell.
Then she fixedly stared at Ronald, who was standing still, and asked,
"Ronald, what do you mean when you say something is amiss?"
"If I’m not mistaken, the only ones left standing in this dungeon now are the three of us."
As Nicole asked her question,
Swifte, also carrying a priest, had already begun scrutinizing the cell.
Unfortunately, his situation was much like Nicole’s.
Despite his spell’s support, the investigator found no new enemies emerging.
In the quiet dungeon, there was clearly no danger.
Watching his two puzzled companions, Ronald knew they were pressed for time.
Without any hesitation, he promptly explained,
"Swifte, didn’t you investigate the food delivery to the warden’s residence before?"
"The number of people mentioned then doesn’t match the current situation in this dungeon."
"Moreover, for a place as crucial as the warden’s residence, the security force here is too weak."
After Ronald had finished explaining,
Nicole and Swifte carrying the priest immediately exchanged a look.
In each other’s eyes, they both saw a hint of caution and vigilance.
In the dungeon’s three forks, five criminals were held inside cells, plus the two unconscious priests in front of them and the two guards controlled by Nicole in the hall.
That added up to a total of nineteen people.
The count was nearly ten persons less than what Swifte had estimated.
Even if the dungeon treated its prisoners fairly well,
there was no reason to waste food for ten additional people in such an impossible scenario, right?
After a moment of silence,
Swifte spoke with certainty,
"I can assure you my data is not mistaken, and the source of the information is absolutely reliable."
"At least as of last night, the people in this dungeon consumed the corresponding amount of food..."
This way of speaking was quite in line with Mr. investigator’s logical deduction.
He also acknowledged Ronald’s suspicion.
However, Swifte showed his agreement by proving his intelligence couldn’t be wrong.
Hearing this conclusion,
Nicole reacted somewhat differently.
Still firmly dragging the priest along, the investigator girl spoke unwaveringly,
"The two of you, we really don’t need to dwell on this matter."
"Even if the warden is hiding something unspeakable in this dungeon, it has nothing to do with our current operation."
"Our goal today is to take these two guys out and then convince the department to send personnel to conduct a thorough inspection of this place as evidence."
The three exchanged glances and immediately affirmed each other’s thoughts.
They all supported Nicole’s idea.
With the scale of their three-person operation, it was indeed inconvenient to stir up trouble on enemy territory; completing the ultimate goal of this infiltration was what they needed to do.
Once this goal was achieved, Grid’s official forces would intervene.
All problems would then cease to be an issue.
Suddenly, the investigator stiffened up.
In that instant, Swifte’s gaze sharply changed.
Because Ronald had spoken out earlier, the investigator was already attentively observing his surroundings. Through the side of the dungeon, his gaze suddenly narrowed.
He promptly lifted his finger and waved at the others.
He had silently mouthed the words:
Seeing Swift make such gestures, Ronald and Nicole immediately became alert.
As the only person not carrying a priest on the scene.
Ronald made a quiet hand gesture, then crept alone towards the dungeon corridor exit.
At the same time, black mist dripped from his fingers onto the floor and quickly spread around the corners of the dungeon.
Right above was the warden’s mansion.
Although the warden himself was undoubtedly a powerful figure on the mystical side.
However, there were definitely a number of ordinary people among the servants employed in his household, so it was crucial to keep any battle underground within a manageable scale.
As someone whose combat method involved the "Divine Comedy,"
Ronald was now the most suitable candidate for battle.
He had barely stepped out of the cell.
When Ronald spotted the enemies that Swift had mentioned.
It was a man and a woman walking side by side, heading towards the dungeon corridor.
This direction was where Ronald and his team had come down earlier.
Their presence here indicated that they had already seen the two guards trapped by the plants.
— He was utterly exposed.
Ronald didn’t hesitate and immediately launched an attack.
The swirling black mist shot out sharply from the corner like several sharp points stabbing towards the man and woman.
He was quite confident in this kind of attack.
Although the opponents hadn’t yet launched an attack that would qualify as "assault."
As long as the enemies were startled and entered the combat rhythm,
That would inevitably lead to a corresponding attack.
Such a scenario would naturally be the moment Ronald secured his victory.
Indeed, things turned out just as Ronald had anticipated.
Noticing the black mist attacking them, the man and woman immediately dodged to the side with tense expressions.
"It’s an attacker’s assault!"
Due to this move, they clearly saw Ronald slowly emerging from the dungeon.
Quite in harmony, they shouted simultaneously:
While verbally reminding each other,
The two finally employed the techniques typical of their mysterious side.
Their bodies, previously normal in silhouette, suddenly swelled in specific limbs.
The man’s upper body bulged, while the woman’s legs enlarged significantly.
Their transformed parts mismatched—one upper and one lower.
They looked like individuals with growth defects, just the sight of which was discomforting.
But this deformity brought an absolute increase in strength.
The woman bent her legs and leapt a considerable distance directly towards Ronald.
The man’s attack was even simpler.
Being in a dungeon built underground, he swung his absurdly thick arms, prying a suitable stone from the dungeon wall and hurling it at Ronald.
The stone cut through the air with a piercing sound.
Being hit would undoubtedly result in a dire fate.
With a sharp gaze, Ronald too adopted a serious demeanor.
One enemy charged forward, while another immediately threw a stone for cover.
Their rapid rhythm in combat clearly showed they had coordinated with each other many times before.
Unfortunately for them, their opponent this time was Ronald.
Such straightforward aggressive acts.
Were almost like courting death.