Judgnt for such a criminal.
Anywhere else, it should be a delightful event.
But on [Anluo Island], where two cultist magicians perform such a drama, Ronald always feels sothing is amiss.
The cultist magicians below indeed deserve to die.
But the mayor Moyeta, who is passing the judgnt, could it be...
"Boss, sothing's happened!"
During Ronald's silence, the cultist magicians below have already been tied to the second noose of the gallows.
However, as people were watching the execution and preparing to pay for the second auction, a frantic figure ran over from the end of the street, interrupting everything with his shouting.
"What do you an, can't you see we're handling serious business here!"
Moyeta, presiding over the execution, was very displeased.
He turned his head to look at the cultist magicians, who were still struggling energetically after being hanged for two minutes, then focused back on his subordinate running below.
"If what you're about to say doesn't convince ."
"Then you'll be the next to hang!"
"Sir, it's not good, sothing really bad has happened!" Normally, these words would be enough to scare Moyeta's subordinates, but today, he continued with a tense expression, "It's [Greed], that group from Greed is attacking!"
"What?!"
Moyeta imdiately turned to look at Ronald behind him.
After Ronald shrugged, indicating he was not involved, Moyeta breathed a sigh of relief.
"Speak, how many people from [Greed] are there? What's the current situation."
The cultist magician below quickly replied:
"They ca ashore in a small boat, just five people!"
"But the leader is a formidable Nicholas, our brothers really couldn't stop them at all!"
"..."
"Nicholas?!"
Moyeta stood up directly, his serious deanor proving his current thoughts.
"Rani, Fulran, you two keep an eye on this guy, make sure he gets executed obediently."
"The rest, co with !"
After instructing his subordinates, Moyeta didn't care about the citizens left in the square, he hastily led a dozen cultist magicians towards the docks.
During this, the mayor did take a look at Ronald.
But after weighing the strength of both sides, he wisely said nothing more, just nodded slightly without further conversation.
...
Ronald and Gwendolin exchanged a glance at the spot.
There was no need for them to think much about it, they quickly followed the cultist magicians' group, heading towards the docks of [Anluo Island].
With a population of over ten thousand, [Anluo Island] is undoubtedly not a small town.
But due to the constraints of reality, the port here is quite outdated, mainly supporting the comings and goings of fishing boats and rchant ships. Even a large displacent multi-masted sailing ship would struggle to be accommodated here.
As for the future...
The planning of [Anluo Island] is actually decent.
The construction plan for a large port has already been made and started executing; it's just that the progress has barely begun.
Thus, on this ancient and outdated dock.
A platinum figure stood, with a path paved by blood and corpses behind him.
No cultist magician on the dock could stop Nicholas's advance.
Under the starry night, the elegant figure seed to dance alone, each steady step forward pushing the enemy closer to death and allowing him to advance.
And behind him.
The other four [Greed] casters followed.
They didn't need to help their companion; just quietly supporting from the back was sufficient to ensure stability on the field.
This situation persisted until the team of five reached the dock.
Looking around, there was no caster left standing.
Only those who rushed over from the square, Moyeta and his n, were glaring at the [Greed] casters.
"..."
"Patricia..."
anwhile, Ronald, who had also arrived, muttered the na of [Greed]'s leading figure from the shadows of a more distant street.
So it was soone he knew well.
It made sense for Patricia to lead the team from the [Greed] fleet ashore to investigate the situation. After all, as the strongest of Nicholas's generation, she was an extrely suitable candidate in terms of capability and wisdom.
As for the current situation, it wasn't hard to understand.
Even if Patricia's group only ca up with the intention of exploring, ddling with these insane cultist magicians could ignite an unexpected escalation in the situation.
At this mont, the leading Moyeta began to speak.
Though he himself was a cultist magician, his deanor when addressing was quite proper and restrained.
"Miscreants of [Greed], I am Moyeta, the governor of [Anluo Island]."
"Why do you co here and kill at our docks?"
"Shut up, cultist magician!" Patricia raised her longsword, directly pointing it at the other side. Her voice was sharp and filled with determination, devoid of hesitation, "Do you think we didn't discover you extracting ordinary people's souls as sacrifices?"
The mont Patricia spoke, an investigator behind her responded:
"In Southampton, you set up such a ritual to extract souls. We might have overlooked it the first ti, but for it to happen a second ti, don't think you can hide it from us!"
As the investigator's words landed, he released the spell he had prepared.
With a splash, a wooden stake originally placed on the dock was directly blown apart.
At this point, the evil magic power contained within began to overflow.
An array, enveloping the small town of [Anluo Island] and quite concealed, was also dispelled.
Just as the investigator described.
This place indeed had a sacrificial array buried by the cultist magicians, and it was precisely revealed by these professionals.
"..."
Facing this irrefutable evidence.
The casters from [Greed] had already determined the reality unilaterally.
Although they initially ca with the intention of intelligence gathering, considering the cultist magicians' behavior—this investigation had turned into a punitive expedition against these mad dangers!
On the dock, the battle between the cultist magicians and [Greed] casters was imminent.
anwhile, in the dark street further away, Gwendolin asked Ronald:
"Ronald, are you going to help?"
"If my information is correct, this Miss Nicholas is soone you wish to take care of, right?"
"With Patricia around, there's no need for to interfere."
Ronald didn't care at all about Gwendolin's inquiry, confidently watching the battlefield:
"Even if the enemy is an original possessor, in close combat, they would never be her match."
The situation on the dock was exactly as Ronald had predicted.
After the standoff ended.
Patricia, wielding the longsword, charged directly at Moyeta with her swiftly moving figure!
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