Such a thought had already sprung to mind, and Ronald imdiately asked Raphael, who was by his side,
"Raphael, is it convenient for you to be alone here?"
"I have so ideas I’d like to verify on the second floor, which may require to be away for a while."
At the ti of Ronald’s inquiry, Raphael was laying on a maid with his ear quietly pressed against her chest, listening intently. Faced with such a question from Ronald, he simply waved his hand in response,
"Go ahead, I’ll be fine here alone."
After he spoke, perhaps feeling that his words were too absolute, Raphael added,
"Actually, even if there were problems, I reckon I could handle them by myself."
"At least, that’s the case for now."
"Alright." Hearing Raphael’s reply, Ronald nodded, then pulled a swathe of the black fog guarding the surrounding rooms to cover his hands.
He turned and walked towards the staircase, heading to the second floor of the house on his own.
This ti, Ronald’s target was, yet again, the sa study as before.
If his deduction wasn’t mistaken, the mysterious organization that had been tying all clues to books would likely lock key information onto sothing related to books, especially at such a ti.
And when it ca to books, naturally it would be the study of this house.
Entering the second-floor study.
Ronald began his targeted search.
His gaze rely swept around the room before he saw and fixed upon the deep red "Bolunwei Chronicles—37".
Ronald nodded in satisfaction.
—It should be this thing.
However, to be on the safe side, he chose not to touch the book directly.
The black fog extended, and the black mist dragged the notably intriguing chronicle from the shelf, unfolding it before Ronald.
Staring at the pages that laid open, Ronald’s face was a mix of emotions.
Though everything was in line with his prediction,
the actual operation was rather difficult.
Right before Ronald’s eyes, the content revealed in the book wasn’t what a real chronicle should contain, but rather strange patterns written in black ink.
He quickly flipped through a few pages, confirming that only so pages in the middle part of this ’chronicle’ contained these contents.
Aside from that, the rest of the pages were all blank.
Staring at the book before him, Ronald began to ponder what exactly this could be.
He possessed the ability to understand languages generally, but at present, he was unable to discern the patterns.
This ruled out the probability of it being a form of writing.
Continuing his thought process, and based on his experiences on this mysterious side, perhaps the designs inscribed on the pages were so kind of Array?
Ronald recalled so descriptions in the records at the Investigation Bureau.
It’s just a pity he didn’t understand the detailed situation.
This kind of knowledge, which required a basic education in the mystic arts to understand, seed genuinely unreadable to him at the mont.
Even if Ronald could try to decipher it,
the current situation did not permit him to spend a great deal of ti on slow trial and error.
Snap—
He crisply closed the book.
Ronald pulled the book out of the black fog and gripped it in his hand as he walked out of the study.
Although he couldn’t crack it in a short amount of ti,
he felt utmost confidence in Raphael downstairs.
Given his friend’s identity and the capabilities he had consistently shown, at least in the most fundantal basic knowledge, this guy surely had no apparent weaknesses.
"Hmm?"
However, he had just stepped out of the study and was about to descend the staircase at the corner when
a new change presented itself before Ronald.
The staircase entrance that had been intact less than a minute ago had now beco a solid wall!
Be it the ceiling, the surrounding walls, or the staircase entrance underfoot—
This wall that had suddenly appeared was seamlessly connected with the others, as if it had been part of the house since the building’s construction.
"..."
Ronald raised his eyebrows subconsciously.
First, the exterior of the house was completely locked down, and now even the interior had begun to change. If he considered the worst-case scenario, might the entire house eventually be filled with such walls?
By then...
He and Raphael were probably dood.
"Ah!"
Right as Ronald halted in front of the wall, a man’s scream suddenly ca from downstairs.
Having only separated a short while ago, Ronald was certain that it was Raphael’s voice.
He was sowhat surprised that the wall didn’t offer better soundproofing.
Nevertheless, he imdiately shouted out to ask,
"Raphael, what happened over there?"
No sooner had Ronald spoken than Raphael’s reply ca through from the other side of the wall. His voice, tinged with a bit of helplessness, now also contained a subtle hint of vexation,
"Ronald, I bet you can’t guess what’s happening now!"
"I managed to save this lady’s life, but can you believe she now wants to have a baby with ?"
"I definitely don’t offer that kind of service, you know!"
"Ah, ah, ah..."
"..."
Ronald’s brain montarily stalled.
Luckily, he still rembered he was in a dangerous environnt and knew it wasn’t the ti to exchange banter with the other party.
Collecting his thoughts, he imdiately continued to shout,
"Raphael, a wall has appeared on the staircase, preventing from getting down to the first floor."
"Can you co over and help out?"
Clang—
No sooner had he asked the question than Ronald heard the sound of sothing colliding on the first floor.
This ti, he didn’t need to ask again.
Raphael’s voice resonated from below,
"Ronald!"
"Hold on, I’ll deal with this person and be right there!"
Ronald imdiately responded,
"Hurry up!"
Crack—
Another delicate collision sound ca from the first floor.
What followed were—
The banging of tables and chairs, the collision against the walls, the scuffling and groaning of people...
Sounds like these began to erge frequently from the first floor.
Guarding the stairway, Ronald rely listened to these noises and could easily imagine the scene unfolding between Raphael and the maid.
Though the situation sounded grim, he had enough trust in his friend’s capabilities.
It took just over a dozen seconds.
The cacophony of clanging and banging from the first floor stopped completely.
According to what Raphael had ntioned earlier, the maid who had been attempting sothing with him should now have been ’pacified.’
Then, through the wall,
Raphael’s voice arose in front of Ronald,
"When did this wall co up?"
"..."
After a slightly shocked query, Raphael’s voice settled down,
"Ronald, I’ve handled things over here."
"It seems this wall appears only at the staircase, but it has completely blocked the passage!"
"Have you discovered anything on your end?"
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