After a period of heated "discussion."
The people present had nearly laid everyone’s secrets bare.
It was also due to their "selflessly impartial" descriptions that Ronald had taken the opportunity to make a statistical analysis of these people’s Spell schools.
These ordinary-level figures of the mystical side.
The Spells they could smoothly activate and use in combat were mostly of a simple nature, with uniform thods.
Don’t even ntion comparing them with Nicole’s diverse array of spell exhibitions.
Even compared to so investigators Ronald had encountered during his previous work at the investigator bureau, this group fell far behind.
After all, any official investigator at the bureau had to master at least three Spells, which they could use as fluently as their own limbs.
Of course, this situation was understandable.
A soldier who joins the army could naturally take down an ordinary person one-on-one without discussion.
The comparison between the investigator bureau and common mystics was similar.
The outco was just the sa.
And those who had joined the "Ginkgo Leaf Business Alliance" and could only handle so guard duties were naturally not of high quality.
Most of them had joined their schools and, after a period of study, had chosen to make a living for various reasons, ending up as the lowest tier of combat personnel on the mystical side.
Truly elite mbers of a school would never fall to participating in a trade association to handle low-level guarding duties.
Standing still, Ronald quietly listened to the guards squabbling.
At this mont, however, Ronald had no new actions; he just turned his body again to examine Kevin’s body.
With everything observed closely, Hansen felt increasingly reassured.
He silently counted the ti.
Every passing second was a stroke of luck.
According to Hansen’s observations from his past work, Mr. Everton would definitely rush to the scene the mont he heard of such an issue, his high-end black carriage probably already speeding toward the outskirts.
He wouldn’t need to hold on much longer to successfully escape.
He had already glimpsed the shore of victory!
—However, things often don’t go as planned.
Just as Ronald had hoped to spend a peaceful weekend today, but encountered this situation instead, Hansen’s luck did not last long either.
When the guards had argued for just over three minutes.
Ronald moved.
Taking two steps away from Kevin’s body, he gently clapped his hands.
Clap clap—
The two sounds of clapping, though not very loud, were remarkably effective.
The guards, who had just been rebutting each other, now suddenly closed their mouths as though their necks had been squeezed.
At the sa ti, everyone looked at Ronald with a hint of awe.
Quietly watching this man’s actions.
Faced with such a scenario, Ronald nodded expressionlessly.
Then, looking squarely at Hansen, he almost monotonously asked,
"Mr. Hansen, why have you been silent the whole ti?"
"As the person who managed this exhibition hall before , you ought to have the clearest understanding of everyone’s Spells among all of us.
"..."
Ronald’s words fell.
The hall, surrounded by dark fog, instantly fell silent.
It was a silence even more profound than before.
Hansen, who had been sitting there silently, suddenly felt his pupils shrink.
He didn’t even need to turn his head to guess the actions of those beside him; Ronald’s unemotional question had thrust him into the most suspicious position in the venue.
Once again, everyone’s eyes were on him!
And the situation was much worse!
Hansen had truly beco careless.
While all the guards were shirking responsibility, only he sat there in utter silence, his unusual behavior making him seem sowhat special.
Fortunately, his mistake hadn’t been too serious at that ti.
Realizing this, Hansen imdiately spoke up loudly in his defense,
"Ronald, are you suspecting ?"
"You need to understand, I am a direct subordinate of Mr. Everton, and have been working under him for at least three years! The reason I didn’t speak up is that I wanted to maintain an impartial attitude. I will not utter any words that might falsely accuse others."
"Please! How could I possibly betray the Ginkgo Leaf Business Alliance?"
"Compared to you, I am a direct mber grood by the Guild itself, responsible for directly bearing the responsibilities!"
Hansen paused at this point.
After covertly glancing at the expressions of the surrounding guards, he continued to speak:
"Ronald, I’m telling you not to go too far!"
"Your spell might not guarantee your own infallibility, and not just anyone present should be doubted!"
After a fervent speech, Hansen’s emotions clearly stabilized sowhat.
—he could see the change in the people around him.
After standing his ground and speaking up for everyone.
The guards on either side looked at him with less danger in their eyes; his words had clearly had the desired effect.
The only uncertainty for Hansen now was Ronald, who stood before him.
Following this intense speech, Ronald did not offer any level of rebuttal.
He simply waited quietly as Hansen loudly reproached there.
It wasn’t until Hansen had finished speaking and the air had quieted for a while that Ronald calmly spoke:
"Mr. Hansen, aren’t you getting too agitated?"
"I was just asking why you weren’t speaking."
"Could it be that you’re feeling guilty?"
"..."
In an instant, Hansen’s stabilized heart again beca tumultuous.
The looks from his left and right began to turn icy.
With just a few sentences from Ronald, everyone started to doubt Hansen himself, creating an entirely unfavorable situation.
What should I do?
Should I take action?
This guy is suspecting !
Realizing that Ronald was deliberately steering public opinion against him.
Hansen finally panicked.
His instinct told him to calm down now.
After all, he had already eliminated the traces left when he had killed Kevin, and there was no reason the other party should be able to see through him.
As long as he adamantly denied everything, Ronald wouldn’t find conclusive evidence.
As a confidant of Everton, he should be secure.
Alas—
Once he thought about the problems that being exposed would bring,
Hansen still couldn’t help wanting to do sothing to break the awkward situation.
No!
I must risk it all!
After four or five heavy breaths.
The mber of the Ginkgo Leaf Business Alliance decided to take action.
Even if he was no match for Ronald, he had to try to leave this place.
Magic power began to gather in his hands, flowing inside his body; Hansen slightly bowed his head, preparing while simultaneously trying to disarm the other with his words:
"Ronald, don’t talk nonsense."
"I am upright in my actions, and correct in my behavior."
"There’s nothing to feel guilty about..."
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