"It’s really too strange..."
Looking at the assassin sitting in front of him, his face filled with fear.
Ronald furrowed his brows.
From his perspective, even if he were able to handle this assassin tonight, theoretically it should have taken some effort.
Catching the flying dagger and then using "Astronomy Master" to drag the man over.
With these two simple actions, the enemy in front of him had nearly given up resisting and sat trembling before him.
It wasn’t even an organization like the "Nine Commandments" or the "Original Witches Council."
Even if it were some low-tier heretical Magician.
Sending someone to trouble him couldn’t possibly mean sending such a low-quality person, could it?
"Volume eleven, page two hundred sixty, item six."
Ronald murmured the spell of the lie detector with a frown.
After ensuring the psychological fluctuations and the dual investigation of the lie detector, he then reached out and tapped the assassin’s face.
"Tell me who sent you here."
"And what is the purpose?"
Ronald made what he thought were fairly ordinary movements.
However, in the eyes of the assassin, this was almost the most deadly situation at the moment.
As a Caster working in the assassination industry, he had certainly heard of some well-known spells, including the lie detection techniques commonly used by the investigative bureau.
Now seeing Ronald use it right in front of him,
the fear and tension in the man’s heart nearly reached their peak, and even the last bit of hope quietly evaporated into the air.
"I’m just an ordinary person, then I gathered up to take on the mission of ’assassinating a troublemaker.’"
"I really don’t know anything else!"
Under the dual assurance of "Fury" and the lie detector, Ronald reached this conclusion.
Unless it was someone who could perfectly control their emotions,
and who had also received professional training as a top agent,
it would be nearly impossible to deceive Ronald.
So the conclusion was quite simple.
A force, unaware of his background...
No, it must be an individual.
If it were an action taken by a force, it would be too frivolous.
It was someone with an understanding of him, but even that understanding was limited, who had commissioned the assassin to target him.
With this conclusion in mind,
Ronald sighed slightly and then continued to ask:
"When did you receive the assassination mission?"
"Tell me everything you know."
The assassin looked extremely frightened.
He had no idea of bargaining at all; as soon as Ronald started speaking, the man began spilling his story like pouring beans:
"Today, just an hour ago."
"I received an urgent assassination mission from the intermediary, saying the reward was substantial and the target was easy to handle, with the only requirement being the sooner the action, the better!"
"So I immediately took on the mission, and without thinking, I came and ambushed you."
After finishing his story in one breath, the assassin gasped heavily, then hurriedly explained:
"My lord, I was deceived too!"
"If I had known that the mission target would be someone of your stature, even with twenty times the courage, I wouldn’t dare make such an offensive move!"
"I was deceived by that damn employer!"
"Please, you must..."
Ronald had no interest in hearing the assassin’s self-justifications.
After interrupting him, Ronald singlehandedly pulled the man up from the ground.
"You mentioned an intermediary just now, take me there immediately!"
Finally, the assassin did not agree immediately:
"This... this will cause big problems."
"Sir, I am considering your safety, if..."
"I know what you want to say."
Ronald interrupted him again, and his tone now carried a cold murderous intent, the threat evident:
"Either you die by my hand now,"
"Or take me to your intermediary now and perhaps you might escape with your life."
"Die immediately or possibly die later."
"You have five seconds to make your choice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ronald immediately began to count down:
"I’ll tell you, sir, I’ll tell!"
The assassin lived up to the quality he had always shown.
With the countdown reaching the third second, the man began to speak as if in a trance:
"It’s at an underground boxing ring across the Wis River."
"I’ll take you there now!"
Ronald nodded sternly,
Having escaped from Ronald’s grasp, the assassin who regained his freedom moved his body a bit, then timidly looked at Ronald before slowly starting to lead the way.
Therefore, Ronald generously reminded him:
"Our speed relates to how much time you have to escape."
"Make your own decision."
The assassin’s speed immediately increased.
Leading the way ahead without looking back, he hurried as if rushing to buy discount eggs at the supermarket.
And following behind the assassin,
Ronald continued to consolidate the information he had gathered as he hurried.
Since this guy claimed that he had received the rushed assassination mission today, just an hour ago,
It was bold to hypothesize,
Maybe because he had caught the attention of Letitia tonight,
Someone at the ball, driven by jealousy, had made such a choice.
For some noble businesspeople,
This was already enough reason for them to hire someone to commit murder.
And if this reason stood, it would make sense for a weak Caster to come assassinate him.
After all, as long as Ronald’s reputation still circulated among the investigation bureau or among high-ranking nobles and top merchants, misunderstandings could occur for those less informed.
Quickly making a judgment, Ronald, led by the assassin, arrived across the Wis River.
The hiding place of the assassin’s intermediary was quite interesting.
Since Grid’s laws did not explicitly ban underground boxing and gambling while also not endorsing it, such activities existed in a gray area.
It could bring considerable benefits.
In some cases, it could also be a source for patrolmen to earn money or gain reputation.
Even the existence of secretive organizations like the investigation bureau could provide basic security to some extent.
Thus, after making a few not-so-complicated detours,
Ronald was led to the edge of a two-story building with all windows sealed.
Standing at a discreet angle beside the front door of the building, the assassin bowed and said to Ronald:
"Sir, my intermediary is here."
"Shall we go in now?"