The surging black fog was fast.
But it still couldn’t keep up with the speed of this original scripture holder’s flight.
Once the adversary had completely vanished, the blackness over the Wis River could only helplessly fade before gradually disappearing into the pitch-black night.
Elsewhere, the investigators by the dock had naturally witnessed this scene.
Evidently, the one who had launched the attack on them was an original scripture holder, and they had come with a clear intent to kill.
If it hadn’t been for Ronald’s black fog threatening the opponent,
they would likely have been killed by this powerful original scripture holder in a very short time instead of the adversary choosing to retreat.
Such a pure disparity in strength.
It could easily bring about a heavy sense of powerlessness...
Especially since they were protectors of the city, holding important positions as investigators in Springs.
Meanwhile, the noise created by the ships crashing into the dock was difficult to control.
Soon, curious onlookers began to gather from around.
Even though it was late, places like the dock naturally attracted idlers.
As the commander of tonight’s operation, Cruz now stepped forward.
Noticing the situation, he looked around and immediately commanded,
"Those who can still move, report your status now!"
Immediately, the other investigators who could still act responded:
"Crowley, injuries are under control, can move!"
"Mordale, legs are temporarily paralyzed, but it doesn’t hinder casting spells!"
"Clyde, left hand..."
After listening to the reports, Cruz immediately pointed to the two investigators who seemed to be in the best condition and showed no visible injuries:
"Crowley, Ande, you two go outside and control the situation."
"Don’t let civilians gather around."
"Everyone else who can move, come here, let’s help Mr. Ronald out."
The investigators quickly obeyed:
Subsequently, the scene shifted to a routine the investigators were familiar with, and fortunately, no further issues arose.
The two managed to control the crowd and disperse the onlookers.
Under Cruz’s leadership, the other investigators quickly located Ronald’s position, then opened a hole beneath the overturned ship docked at the pier.
Less than a minute later, Ronald, covered entirely in black, emerged from the coal.
The reason he had narrowly escaped was simple.
Unable to jump off the cargo ship, he was just behind an open coal transport hold.
At the critical moment, he chose to fall backward.
Nestled among the fine coal, and also protected by defense spells, Ronald’s safety was preserved.
The only pity was that he indeed lacked the strength to overturn the heavy ship.
He could only watch as the enemy left his surveillance range and eventually disappeared into the night.
Of course, that’s not to say tonight was without gains.
First and foremost, Ronald had confirmed the original scripture used by the opponent.
Or it could also be called "Supreme Theory," authored around AD 140 by the Greek astronomer Ptolemy.
Considering the assailant’s manner of attack.
This was definitely not an enemy one could easily contend with, and compared to the other original scripture holders Ronald had encountered, this one might even be the strongest.
After that, it was Ronald’s personal gain.
Having endured the attack earlier, he had successfully passed the "Mercury Celestial Trial" activated tonight. All he needed was a professional to create a tool to store power, and he would have another spell to use.
At this point, he observed Ronald emerging from the bottom of the ship.
Crowley asked with a respectful tone:
"Mr. Ronald, are you all right now?"
Compared to their first meeting tonight, the investigator’s attitude had become much more cautious.
After all, having seen the previous battle, he now understood that the man in front of him had formidable combat abilities and was not the kind of person who lacked combat power.
Facing Crowley’s reaction, Ronald also nodded friendly:
"I am basically unharmed, but as for you..."
Due to the power of "Fury" not being turned off, Ronald was well aware of the investigators’ situation.
In less than fifteen minutes tonight, four investigators had died.
This was definitely a severe loss.
Facing Ronald’s question, Crowley forced a wry smile, shook his head, and replied:
"Facing an original text holder, such casualties are to be expected. Rather, if it weren’t for Mr. Ronald here tonight, the situation might have been a total annihilation for us."
After saying this with a bitter smile, Crowley’s reluctantly bright face quickly darkened.
His gaze fixed on the direction where the enemy had disappeared, he looked at the pitch-black sky that always brought a sense of oppression, and the investigator spoke firmly:
"Of course, this matter won’t just end here."
"Whoever dares to launch such an attack in Springs, no matter how powerful the original text holder is, will eventually be found by us and punished."
At this moment, noises emanated from the other working investigators.
From the overturned cargo ship, they dragged out two bodies that had already stopped breathing.
—They were witches controlled by Ronald.
Having no ability to act, these two who had escaped from the Oak Theater were completely dead in this attack. Their attractive figures and appearances, amid the smashing and coal, had become blurred.
As a result, the capture plan had failed.
Looking at the situation, Ronald hesitated for a few seconds before speaking:
"Mr. Crowley, this..."
The investigator from Springs immediately shook his head and generously replied:
"Don’t worry, Mr. Ronald."
"Even though they are dead, we will find clues from their bodies. The investigation bureau will not let go of any enemy who dares to defy the law."
Nodding in understanding, Ronald then asked:
"In that case, what about me now...?"
Seeing Ronald’s intention in his question, Crowley quickly nodded and said:
"The bureau will handle this situation, and you are free to go now. However, as usual, we will send someone to your home tomorrow afternoon to evening to ask some necessary questions."
Ronald immediately understood.
This was probably the advantage of being an original text holder...
If he were a regular Caster, he would probably have to continue working hard with the investigator group tonight, and definitely would not receive a response indicating "free activity."
Thus, Ronald nodded towards the investigator in front of him and thanked him:
"Then I’ll leave this to you all."
"I’ll head home now and will be waiting for your people tomorrow night."
Crowley immediately responded:
In the darkness, the investigator continued to deal with the aftermath on the dock.
After Ronald left, he found a less crowded direction and alone walked towards the riverside area.