Crack—
Ronald was trying to maintain the magic power within the original scriptures.
But not long had passed when the sound of an object landing on the balcony, and it seed to have hit his flowerpot.
...
Could trouble really find its way to him even when he was peacefully doing research at ho?
Hearing this noise,
Ronald’s face bore a sowhat helpless expression.
At that mont, in order to study the casting techniques ntioned by the Grand Witch, he was already holding the original scriptures in his hand.
With a simple wave of his hand, the swirling black mist at his fingertips shot toward the location of the balcony.
The fine, pitch-black mist, hidden within the dim room, also ensured a considerable speed.
In the face of such an attack, an ordinary person would definitely not be able to respond in ti.
However, the reality...
Turned out to be quite different from what Ronald had expected.
After the mist passed through the curtains and squeezed onto the balcony, a brief ’hiss’ sound suddenly ca from that side.
At the sa ti, the wisp of black mist he had just flung out was extinguished.
This wasn’t the first ti Ronald had encountered such a situation.
When he had subdued Catherine by the sea, the collision between spells from the original scriptures would cause this phenonon.
But now...
At this late hour, surely an owner of the original scriptures wouldn’t co to his house to seek trouble, right?
Rapidly analyzing the situation in his mind, Ronald also stood up from his chair.
If he really had to battle another owner of the original scriptures, then his attitude might have to undergo so changes.
But soon, this tense mood dissipated.
Because from the balcony, a familiar figure was lifting the curtains and then walked in unceremoniously.
"Ronald, don’t be nervous,"
"It’s ."
—It was Raphael.
In the deepening night, Raphael, who should have been playing Arylda at the Oak Tree Theatre, arrived at Ronald’s ho in such a manner that Ronald could even see the mud by this person’s feet, clearly from the pot on his balcony.
Even more eye-catching, however, was the weapon in this person’s hand.
It was designed like a dagger, but the blade nearing forty centiters in length, was made of brass and wrapped directly around the bright silver edge of the blade, adorned with patterns like cedar leaves and branches.
If he wasn’t mistaken, it was precisely with this item that Raphael had just disrupted the black mist.
Without a doubt, it was a weapon with mysterious powers.
"Ah—"
"Be careful not to dirty my floor,"
After observing the other for a few seconds and confirming that Raphael wasn’t an imposter, Ronald let out a small sigh and then voluntarily walked towards Raphael.
"So what brings you here so late?"
"It wouldn’t have anything to do with that group of ’gentlen of the night’ from earlier, would it?"
Hearing Ronald’s question, a very satisfied smile imdiately appeared on Raphael’s face:
"Ronald, I do enjoy talking to smart people like you."
"How about it, do you have ti to lend a hand tonight?"
"..."
Ronald’s eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he walked towards the balcony:
"Let’s walk and talk," Fury said, looking quite in a hurry.
Raphael imdiately smiled and followed.
"It’s sowhat related to your last visit."
"Ever since the witch incident at the theater that day, the riverside area has been heavily guarded, especially our theater has been brutally strict."
The incident that day...
While recalling the past events, Ronald glanced at Raphael:
"Looking at you, you don’t seem to be caught, are you?"
Hearing this, Raphael’s expression beca markedly complex.
He aggressively scanned Ronald and then, as if giving up on so plan, shook his head:
"You’re joking, right? I am a professional. Even the investigators of the bureau couldn’t have easily exposed ."
"Did you know, lately many ’people like us’ have been flocking to Springs?"
The great witch’s recent letter had ntioned this.
So, Ronald nodded, understandingly:
"I’ve heard a bit."
Raphael continued to explain:
"So given the circumstances, our theater actually discovered a minor school’s heir, and the kind with books, no less!"
"But for so reason, that kid’s brain must have short-circuited or sothing because she actually refused the bureau’s recruitnt offer. Now hasn’t that just complicated matters?"
At the sa ti, Ronald had reached the edge of the balcony.
In the brief mont of their exchange, the streets below had emptied, so he let go and leaped down from the balcony.
With the assistance of the dark fog, jumping down from the third floor was no problem.
Standing steady on the riverbank, Ronald activated Fury’s scanning ability to lock onto the position of those people from earlier, all the while looking back at Raphael, who had jumped down with ease:
"From what you’re saying, soone has their eye on the kid’s original tos and is making a move tonight?"
"Isn’t that a bit too extre?"
"How could that be?" Raphael imdiately shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the Wis River. "Those with the books are of course high and mighty, big shots, but although the kid has the books, she hasn’t gone through the trials, nor can she decrypt the contents. This was discovered a few days ago by accident and that’s why things have escalated like this."
Ronald nodded thoughtfully.
A young person in possession of original tos but who hadn’t passed the trials or learned to cast the spells within.
If that was the case, the uproar tonight had an explanation.
Even though the bureau was maintaining order in Springs, the temptation of an original to would always lead so to risk taking action. His understanding of the Mysterious Side’s view of original tos had certainly grown in this period.
And being located in the riverside district himself, it was within reason that he’d be affected by the incident.
Continuing along the riverbank,
Ronald quickly ascertained the number of people acting on the Wis River tonight.
Including the one who jumped over his roof, Ronald and Raphael, and the investigator he was keeping an eye on, there were in total seventeen people from the Mysterious Side engaged in a chase on the Wis River.
Among them, tonight’s ’prey’,
the young caster with the original tos, was currently less than two kiloters from them.
So, Ronald asked one final question before the pursuit:
"I’ve pinpointed the person’s location."
"But Raphael, what are your plans for tonight?"
After the question, Ronald turned back and was surprised to find that in this short walk, Raphael had completely changed in stature and face. From a spirited young man, she had transford into a beautiful young woman around eighteen.
Even wearing the sa overalls from before, it did not diminish her beauty.
The next second, the young woman answered with a smile:
"As for , I certainly won’t harm her life."
"Also, from now on, just call Thor."
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