"If this is true, wouldn’t Her Majesty the Queen have noticed?"
After the initial surprise, Ronald quickly adjusted his mindset and continued with his questions of doubt:
"With her current status and abilities, there’s no reason why she couldn’t do sothing like this, right?"
Faced with Ronald’s question, Bapulor leaned back and, with an almost complaining tone, said:
"Of course she noticed, and she’s quite pleased about it."
"But that Queen, she’s not the type to listen to others. In this situation, she’s fully confident that the actions of the ’Nine Commandnts’ eting will be used to her advantage."
At this point, the heretic magician’s gaze even began to wander:
"This world is really going to the dogs."
"Leaders aren’t thinking of doing proper work; instead, they expect a rat like from the gutter to catch the cockroaches. Where’s the sense in that?"
As Hairoyce witnessed Bapulor, the heretic magician, lanting:
"Hey! You are heretic magicians! Even if suppressing the spread of the ’Seed’ is a natural duty for all Casters, you guys don’t necessarily have to abide by that, right?"
Bapulor, lying on the couch, didn’t move his body, just turned his head for a quick glance at Hairoyce: "I still follow the rules I set for myself, so there is that."
"Miss Philis, I also understand the concerns and doubts in your heart. After all, our small group has always had a bad reputation on the outside. But this ti it’s different; those investigators might still need to continuously arrest heretic magicians to et their targets for promotion and pay increases, but it’s not the sa with the old dogs from the bygone era. In their eyes, our pitifully disadvantaged group is like a malignant tumor that must be eradicated, without the slightest chance of survival."
"..."
Bapulor, having vented a string of complaints, poured himself a glass of tap water and sipped it with apparent relish.
At the sa ti, Ronald committed the map on the table to mory.
Only after making sure there were no oversights on this map did he speak again:
"So, Mr. Bapulor, you ca to with the purpose of stopping the ’Nine Commandnts’ eting’s plans?"
The comfortably seated heretic magician imdiately sat upright, with a very serious expression and tone, and began to explain:
"I have two mature plans."
"The first plan assus that our dear Queen, as she has anticipated, controls the whole situation and succeeds in completely crushing the actions of the ’Nine Commandnts’ eting. Then, during this rare festival, we shall inherit the will of the ’Nine Commandnts’ eting and have a good ti causing trouble in the city of Springs;"
Ronald couldn’t help but interrupt Bapulor:
"Sorry, did I hear you right?"
"Are you saying that if the ’Nine Commandnts’ eting fails, I still need to join you guys in causing a disturbance in the city?"
A look of surprise crossed Bapulor’s face: "Mr. Ronald, do you wish to join our ranks of heretic magicians?"
Ronald flatly refused: "How could that possibly happen!"
"That’s too bad." The heretic magician’s pure pleasure faded from his face, and then shaking his head he said, "Then we won’t bother with the first plan, let’s move on to the next one instead."
"Our second plan, naturally, concerns what to do if the Queen is outmaneuvered. In that case, it will be ti for people like us to step up. Based on my observations of the ’Nine Commandnts’ eting over the past three months, this group might have gotten their hands on sothing significant. The number of original scripture holders has not only increased, but they also command a number of spells far beyond the norm, making them exceptionally difficult to deal with."
"It’s also because of this that I’m clear about my own limits; dealing with three or five holders of the original scriptures is the best result I can achieve even in my pri state."
Ronald nodded in understanding and then looked at the map on the table:
"So what specifically am I to deal with?"
Bapulor answered without hesitation:
"The port district, you’ll just be responsible for the port district when the ti cos. Don’t worry about other locations."
Before Ronald could speak, Heloise rushed to voice her dissatisfaction:
"The port district! Do you an to have us two take charge of the port district?"
"That’s the end of the Harvest Day parade and also the site of the subsequent events, as well as the most watched spot. Are you planning to make us go head-to-head with Dantrian!"
Having her intentions laid bare by Heloise, Bapulor’s expression remained easy, as if he were rely joking among friends, and he waved his hand:
"You can’t say it like that~~"
"A person of my status would have too high a chance of getting caught red-handed if I took action there, whereas people like you are better suited for moving around. Besides, Mr. Ronald here is holding onto a relic of the Saint. If it really cos down to making a move in front of everyone, it would be better than , this monster player."
Hearing this, Ronald raised an eyebrow.
Holding the Sword of Saint Catherine, Ronald himself only needed to apply a bit of skill before a battle to implant the psychological suggestion ’This is an illusion performance’ in the minds of all present ordinary people.
In a sense, he indeed had t the conditions to fight freely in front of others.
But how did he co by this relic of the Saint?
The Queen Dantrian and the heretical Magician before him recomnded it, and then with robust support from the church, he easily obtained the right to wield the Sword of Saint Catherine.
Was there a possibility?
On this year’s Harvest Day festival, his taking action was the result everyone tacitly agreed upon!
Even before Ronald beca aware of this matter.
The earliest related plans had already erged?
The thought had just popped into his mind when Bapulor, uncharacteristically, stood up from the sofa and ca up to Ronald to whisper:
"There will be soone capable of activating this thing who will negotiate with you later."
"See you next ti."
As Bapulor finished speaking, the pink map on the living room table, ford by his Magic Power, automatically changed shape and finally beca an object resembling an envelope.
At the sa ti, the heretical Magician rushed towards the balcony without looking back, and with a mighty leap, he jumped out.
Splash—
Almost the next second, the sound of him plunging into the Wis River ca through.
Ronald and Heloise exchanged glances, then walked towards the balcony together.
The night in Springs was as usual.
Other than the boats moving on the Wis River, nothing else could be seen.
However, if one looked to the right along the direction of the riverbank, three figures in overcoats were approaching from the distance, stopping right where Bapulor had jumped into the water.
With Ronald’s eyesight, he could clearly make out the leader among the three.
— Belonging to the Spring Investigation Bureau.
— Currently the investigator in charge of Ronald’s protection detail, Eileen.
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