At his own hosted banquet,
there was a cult magician conducting a cult ritual!
Sir Philips would definitely not want such news to spread.
Therefore, he brought just two trusted subordinates and Ronald as a witness, along with the investigator, forming a simple five-person team.
The venue of the banquet was actually a mansion owned by Sir Philips, and due to the convenience brought by his status as the host, the group unimpededly arrived at the location pointed out by Ronald.
——Northwest of the mansion.
Upon reaching the doorstep, the more experienced members of the team sensed something unusual.
The banquet was still ongoing outside, yet the kitchen, which should have been bustling, was locked tight, and there was no sign of any servants working nearby.
This scene... was absolutely not normal for a kitchen during operational hours!
"You, break down the door!"
Looking at the locked kitchen, Sir Philips knew it was not the time to look for the butler for keys, so he directly ordered his subordinates to open the door.
One person stepped forward and fiercely kicked the door.
Sir Philips’s subordinates were absolute elites.
How could a normal wooden door withstand such a forceful kick?
With a ’crack,’ the broken hinges pitifully hung onto the door panel, then toppled towards the inside of the kitchen.
Sir Philips entered with the other four, his face all stern.
However, before he could express his anger or reprimand the people in the kitchen, the middle-aged man’s figure stiffened on the spot, unable to make any further move.
"This... this... this is an insult to the Springs!"
"It’s a disgrace to us nobles!"
"Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!"
Inside the locked kitchen, before their eyes was a chilling scene.
A place that should have been used for cooking delicacies had now become an abnormally bloody and nauseating site.
It included cooks, young servants, and various people.
These innocent commoners had been brutally merged into flesh, becoming a massive twisted monster with limbs intertwined and indistinguishable flesh and bones, finally arranged into a pose with religious implications.
Upon closer observation, one could even make out the heaving chests and the still-breathing nostrils.
These commoners who had been merged into a mass still possessed life.
Yet, being stuffed into such a twisted monster by spells, they couldn’t make any gesture to cry for help. They could only, like prey stuck in a trap, slowly experience the pain and wait for death to arrive.
"This is outrageous, truly outrageous!"
"Who on earth committed such a vile act, don’t they understand..."
"Sir Philips, please let me also take a look."
Seeing this situation, the investigator, who was originally there as a witness, couldn’t sit still anymore. Wrapping his hand with magical power, he stepped forward and began to investigate the twisted monster more thoroughly.
He had initially thought the trip would be a mere formality,
believing the investigator presumed it to be a case of a disgruntled noble servant engaging in a minor cult activity for personal reasons or others—But little did he know, it turned out to be such an exaggeratedly horrible incident!
Little did they know the banquet tonight,
would be under their agency’s security responsibility!
Having such an incident occur under the agency’s watch was no longer a simple situation that could be explained in a few words. It was not only a serious matter for Sir Philips, but equally grave for the investigators themselves!
As he saw several people starting to bustle about in the kitchen,
Ronald glanced at the miserable state of the ordinary people fused together, then looked at Sir Philips whose face was marked by anger—Compared to the enraged nobility, the plight of these innocent people was even more infuriating.
He took two steps towards Philips.
Ronald tried to keep his tone as steady as possible as he said,
"Mr. Philips, the perpetrators behind this probably haven’t gone far; I will go and bring them back."
"Mr. Ronald... I... I truly did not expect something to happen. It might be presumptuous of me, but I implore you!"
Witnessing Ronald’s solemn expression, Sir Philips’ demeanor transitioned from its initial stiffness and hesitation to decisiveness when entrusting the matter. Following his words, he also bowed deeply in a very serious gesture of noble etiquette towards Ronald.
Ronald had no intention of prolonging the conversation.
With a simple wave goodbye to Sir Philips, he strode to the kitchen window that was already open, and with a single hand braced himself and flipped out.
and the dark waters flowed down to the dim and perilous cliffs below.
The cult ritual had just concluded not long ago.
Once the "Fury’s" scanning power took effect, Ronald gained control over a significant area surrounding the mansion. Already quite adept at controlling spells, he effortlessly located traces of the fleeing individuals nearby.
"Just went out two blocks ago..."
He murmured softly to himself.
Ronald locked onto the target and quickly started heading towards their location.
The dinner had brought the night,
but Springs was not experiencing a storm, and at this time, the streets hosted quite a crowd of pedestrians; consequently, Ronald couldn’t frivolously use flight spells.
Using the complex architectural landscape of Springs to his advantage, along with his exceptional physical prowess, Ronald ran through the streets at night, continuously closing the distance with his quarry.
The distance was neither particularly long nor short.
Apparently, the person had taken a carriage, moving much faster than an ordinary pedestrian.
However, relying solely on his physical superiority, Ronald managed to catch up within less than fifteen minutes and found himself atop a high building.
he could see a carriage in motion.
Contained within was the murderer indicated by "Fury’s" sin.
To catch up to a carriage across town on foot, Ronald spent less than fifteen minutes.
While tracking the trajectory of the coach, Ronald murmured softly,
"From here heading south, then on the following street..."
The carriage’s path was predictable; according to the direction they had been taking, they would soon reach the Wis River.
This location was also fitting for Ronald to take action!