The riverside area was ho to a large number of students.
In such a place with high human traffic, it was always easy to find stores selling daily necessities.
At dusk, Ronald returned to his apartnt by the riverbank, laden with a ssy assortnt of items, both big and small.
Upon entering the courtyard, he imdiately sensed that sothing was amiss.
Cynthia’s room on the first floor had its door wide open, and on the second floor, there were tenants standing at their doors, cautiously looking towards the third floor.
Even the normally enthusiastic maid was now holding a broom with a tense expression, completely forgetting her duties.
This...
If he rembered correctly, he was the only tenant on the third floor now.
Having only stepped out for a few hours to shop, he hoped no trouble had found him again.
Feeling sowhat helpless, Ronald snapped his fingers lightly with his right hand, which was holding a set of bed sheets, then headed up the stairs towards the third floor.
Judging by the other tenants’ expressions, at least it wouldn’t be a horrific attack.
Still, it was best to be cautious.
Walking up to the third floor, Ronald indeed saw that the door he had locked when he left was now open.
Fortunately, there was no sll of blood coming from the open door.
Instead, there was a faint scent of tea.
Feeling relieved, Ronald squeezed into the room with a large pile of things in his hands.
On the balcony, facing the setting sun, two people were sitting on chairs.
One of them was nervously holding a tea cup, their gaze fixed on the man sitting opposite without moving for even a second.
—This was the landlady, Cynthia.
And opposite the young lady sat a man dressed in a neat uniform.
His gaze wasn’t focused on the anxious Cynthia in front of him, but rather on the flowers and plants on the balcony.
—This was Spencer.
An elite investigator from Springs.
So it was this guy...
Just by seeing this scene, Ronald already understood most of it.
After gathering information, the Investigative Bureau had indeed sent soone to make contact with him, the holder of the original text.
Even considering Ronald’s feelings, the Investigative Bureau had sent Spencer, who Ronald had t once before, to visit him personally.
Just then, Spencer noticed the movent at the door and turned around.
The mont he saw Ronald’s figure, he got up from his chair and walked towards Ronald, his face warmly smiling without any pretense.
"Ah, Ronald, you’re back?"
"I heard you were in Springs, so I rushed over right after work."
"I hope my visit isn’t too abrupt?"
"Of course not." Seeing Spencer’s reaction, Ronald also put on a smile typical of old friends reuniting. While putting down the items in his hand, he imdiately walked towards Spencer, "I’m too happy to see you to ever think it’s an imposition!"
"..."
On the other side, as Ronald and Spencer struck up a friendly conversation,
Cynthia, sitting on the balcony, showed a hint of relief in her eyes.
But the young landlady had no intention of staying there. She soon stood up and said softly:
"Mr. Ronald..."
"If it’s a friend of yours, then you two should have a good chat."
"I have so matters to attend to, may I leave?"
Hearing Miss Landlady’s voice, Spencer imdiately waved at her:
"Miss Landlady, I apologize for any disturbance earlier."
"Just go about your business, Ronald and I will have a slow chat."
As soon as Spencer spoke, Cynthia headed towards the door like a student released from class, not looking back, and even carefully closed the door behind her as she left.
Ronald fell silent for a few seconds before he walked over and sat down on a chair on the balcony.
"Spencer, what did you plan to ask today?"
After all, they had both experienced a battle with the cult Magicians and he knew that Ronald was the keeper of the original text.
Knowing the disparity between them, Spencer replied straightforwardly,
"It’s nothing serious."
"As per the duties of the Investigation Bureau, we need to thoroughly interrogate powerful Casters like yourself."
With that, Spencer also sat back down in his chair.
Aware that Ronald had also worked in the Investigation Bureau before, he did not intend to conceal anything and directly recited the "Lie Detector" Spell, then promptly began the interrogation:
"Ronald, let’s start with your purpose for coming to Berenwich."
Ronald nodded slightly, and answered generously,
"I ca here with no intentions to harm society, mainly to find the missing Lumir, as she might possess sothing important related to the Spell I hold."
Hearing Ronald’s response, Spencer nodded noncommittally.
As an elite investigator of the Investigation Bureau, he was of course aware of so pertinent details of the case, and the ’Lie Detector’ also told him that Ronald before him was not lying.
It seed today’s work was going to be rather easy.
A satisfied smile creeping onto his lips, Spencer continued to ask:
"Given that, I won’t ask much about your reasons for entering the city."
"However, according to the procedure, tell about your whereabouts last night."
"The landlady told you didn’t leave your house all night; there wasn’t anything unusual, right?"
Ronald was montarily stunned.
As the landlady, Cynthia naturally had the opportunity to know that he wasn’t seen last night.
He just didn’t expect the lady landlord to tell Spencer about it!
This could complicate things.
"..."
anwhile, seeing that Ronald did not respond directly,
The smiling Spencer seed to sense sothing as well.
Slowly withdrawing his smile, the elite investigator of Springs subtly leaned back a little, and also placed his hands beside him.
Maintaining this posture, Spencer continued to speak:
"Ronald, is there sothing difficult about this matter?"
"..."
Difficult to say, indeed...
Saying it might scare you to death!
He had spent last night with Claudia, and even driven away a keeper of an original text!
Of course, he thought this inside, but he couldn’t say it out loud.
Still maintaining a serene face, Ronald sat on the balcony and slowly shifted his gaze.
Looking out at the Wis River, he then spoke with a complex tone,
"Spencer, after all, we are friends who have fought together, so I don’t intend to lie to you about this matter."
Hearing Ronald’s tone, Spencer nodded slightly:
"So...?"
With a complex expression on his face, Ronald finally answered solemnly,
"I can’t say much about other things."
"But last night, I was with a lady nad Claudia."
Hearing this na, Spencer murmured confusedly,
"Claud..."
"Claudia!"
His expression suddenly changed, and the elite investigator stood up abruptly from his chair, even his voice sowhat distorted as he asked,
"Ronald!"
"You... you aren’t joking with , are you?"
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