"Lator..."
Facing Ronald’s relentless questioning, the man’s expression clearly trembled for a mont.
Swallowing hard, he then spoke with uneasy tone,
"Lator, his way of dying was the most bizarre."
"He was carrying the corpses of the two others to report for a routine mission on behalf of the rchant’s Association."
"But just as he finished detailing the mission and was about to leave the office, Lator suddenly collapsed!"
"..."
At this mont, the middle-aged man’s voice began to tremble again.
Watching the man’s deanor, Ronald probed,
"He died just like that?"
"..."
"Yes." After a few seconds of silence, the middle-aged man nodded and then continued in a very twisted voice, "Lator... Lator just died like that."
"And the cause turned out to be a sudden heart attack!"
"He was the type whose body was enhanced by spells, fitter than professional athletes, how could he possibly suffer from a heart attack?"
"And to top it off, it was too late for any resuscitation asures; his life was taken imdiately!"
"..."
Hearing this, Ronald fell silent.
The deaths of the three were indeed too mysterious.
The personnel from the supernatural side dying from these three inexplicable reasons...
If the first could be attributed to an extrely slim probability, then the subsequent back-to-back incidents were completely inexplicable.
And now,
the situation was that the three victims had just happened to be investigating in Ronald’s hotown before their deaths.
Combined with the clues obtained from the "Nine Commandnts" eting,
Ronald had vaguely constructed a likely outline.
The Adler family estate was probably a very dangerous place in various senses!
As Ronald frowned over this, the middle-aged man continued to ask,
"Mr. Ronald, do you know..."
"Do you know exactly what happened to Lator and the others, how they died?"
"It’s very important for both the rchant’s Association and for individuals."
"..."
Ronald didn’t respond to the man right away.
Instead, as the middle-aged man began to speak, he suddenly stepped back twice, retreating to the edge of the room’s wall.
The reason was simple.
A white light was rising from Ronald’s body.
The power of the "Guardian Angel" was activated, soone was attacking Ronald!
"..."
Seeing the reaction and movent on Ronald’s body, the middle-aged man just blinked, and then imdiately realized sothing was wrong.
"Mr. Ronald, this isn’t my doing!"
"I know it’s not you."
Ronald nodded, still not letting his guard down.
He could feel the emotional change in the man before him, and the corresponding Magic Fluctuation showed no signs of aggression.
But the attack still ca.
It arrived upon Ronald in a completely imperceptible and incomprehensible manner.
If Ronald didn’t periodically snap his fingers to reset the "Guardian Angel’s" defense, he would have been ensnared unknowingly.
"Ugh...ugh!"
Suddenly, the man in front of Ronald’s complexion changed.
Without any warning, his legs buckled and he knelt on the ground.
Seeing what happened before him, Ronald instantly understood what was going on.
While snapping his fingers to reset the "Guardian Angel’s" defense, he imdiately went to the man, then helped up the one who was now breathing frantically.
"How are you feeling..."
No sooner had he spoken than Ronald closed his mouth.
For in his arms, the man with the already off-color face was struggling to say:
"My... my wife..."
"Mister... my wife..."
"Property... under the bed... second plank, give it to her!"
"..."
In just a few sentences, the man in Ronald’s arms moved no more.
Ronald, with a heavy expression, carefully checked for breathing, then felt for a pulse.
Dead.
There, right before him, died so simply and helplessly.
"..."
His gaze fell upon the middle-aged man in his arms.
After dying completely, the man’s face still bore the marks of his struggle, as well as resentnt towards his fate.
Reaching out, Ronald closed the man’s eyes and whispered a prayer in accordance with local customs before he solemnly said:
"I’m sorry, I don’t know who your wife is..."
"But I promise I’ll tell her your last words afterward."
"If..."
He paused, then continued in a much more certain tone:
"I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly later."
"When the ti cos, for you and the other three victims who t with misfortune because of , I, Ronald, will definitely give the culprit the punishnt they deserve."
"..."
Afterward, Ronald remained alone in the office.
Not until a little over a minute later, when the white light on his body dissipated, did Ronald finally reset the "Angel" spell on himself, then picked up the man’s body and left.
Ronald already had a rough hypothesis.
The spell the other party used was probably transferred to the next person in an undetectable manner at the ti the last victim was attacked.
Then, repeatedly, it inflicted these terrible attacks capable of causing death.
The man who ca to Ronald’s office to deliver the ssage had also unwittingly been chosen as a target by this spell, then attacked by the activated spell during their conversation just now.
However, the passive protection of the Divine Cody was indeed comprehensive, and Ronald himself also habitually reset his defenses when idle.
So after Ronald was chosen as a target.
This transferable spell unexpectedly triggered the "Angel," resulting in a corresponding resistance reaction.
"Sigh..."
Unable to help himself, Ronald sighed.
Given the precedent of investigators returning safely, he assud that it should also be safe for the guild to send soone.
But he had been careless.
The entity dwelling in that manor had perhaps refrained from harming them out of concern for the Bureau of Investigation.
But people from the Ginkgo Leaf Business Alliance.
Were not within the scope of concerns that governed its actions.
Due to Ronald’s own will and errors, four people t with death so inexplicably.
This was not sothing Ronald was willing to accept complacently.
"Mr. Ronald, you..."
"What, what happened here!"
As Ronald was descending the stairs, his assistant, Karen, happened to be walking up.
Upon seeing the man in Ronald’s arms, the assistant quickly approached.
"Is he the one who just ca to deliver the ssage?"
"He’s dead, too?"
Ronald nodded:
"Just now, right before ."
"A spell attack without any trace hit him..."
Listening to Ronald’s description, Karen bit her lip gently.
The assistant took only a few seconds to regain her composure before speaking to Ronald:
"For the body, just leave it by the entrance to the basent for now."
"I’ll go arrange a carriage first; let’s head to the train station to see the situation firsthand."
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