"Please Heal.", she said.
"Also, my defensive spell can resist most types of attacks."
"..."
Lama showed a polite smile on his face.
"Don’t worry, I’m not like those quack doctors who just amputate and bleed patients; I use the most advanced healing techniques."
As he spoke, the man’s left hand brushed over the pocket at his side.
At the sa ti, he muttered,
"I see the boundless realm of anatomy..."
Indeed, it was the sa incantation as that used by Eloise; this man was the head spy for Entrod!
If he could see himself now.
Ronald was sure his expression was incredibly complex.
But Lama faced this gaze with calmness and placed his hand on Ronald’s chest.
"The Guardian Angel" gave no reaction.
This man was indeed earnestly healing Ronald.
However, as Ronald felt the injuries within his body beginning to heal, Lama spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear,
"Mr. Ronald, have you considered switching sides to Entrod?"
"Although we’re not very friendly toward ordinary people over there, we offer the highest standard of treatnt in the world to talented individuals, which is quite different from Springs where visually impaired people are common."
Is he really trying to poach him face-to-face?
Hearing this, Ronald instinctively glanced at Oppenheim, who was still giving a speech, before lowering his voice to reply,
"Mr. Lama, I still have quite a few things to take care of in Springs."
"..."
Reading the refusal in Ronald’s words, Lama smiled openly:
"No worries, I understand."
"Being favored by Eloise, you having your own ideas is inevitable."
"However, I must still remind you."
"The Caster who can pull people from the original trials, Her Majesty the Queen, with her ridiculously strong desire for control, is hardly likely to leave you at liberty."
As he finished speaking, Lama also ended his healing.
After confirming that Ronald was unhard, he confidently walked toward the investigator’s area in the castle, clearly headed to challenge the lie detector.
"..."
Watching him leave, Ronald stood there feeling sowhat helpless.
Lama had not deceived him, which was an undeniable fact—the Queen’s very strong desire for control.
Knowing Ronald’s capabilities, he would inevitably be targeted.
Although Spirit Thin Prison had a cooling period of four months,
under state mobilization, several collective original trials a year were inevitable. Even if Ronald might receive favorable treatnt, he would certainly face significant personal restrictions.
Ronald did not regret exposing his magical abilities.
After all, saving people was crucial.
However, after this incident, he indeed had to consider his future path.
Thinking this, Ronald sequentially activated his remaining spells.
He had actually held back during the battle with the person from "Nine Commandnts"; now that he had explained the situation to other Casters, it was ti to see the effects of his prepared hand.
"Its na is Styx,
the dark water flows downward to the dim and rugged cliffs below..."
"Fury’s" power had returned, grasped, and then released.
At this very mont.
A smile of realization spread across Ronald’s face.
This ti, he had almost entirely suppressed the emotional perception details of "Fury’s" power but had reached the maximum scouting range of the spell. In such an extre state, Springs, several kiloters away, faintly appeared in his perception.
Ronald’s goal had been achieved.
Under such premises, the "Astrolabe" of "Astronomy Master" recorded the scouting results of "Fury’s" power, and the spell soon found a very interesting target—Demon Ra.
Combining previous contact with the "Nine Commandnts," Ronald had guessed during the battle that there certainly were others hidden nearby. And the caster who summoned Demon Ra was, undoubtedly, also on the suspect list.
Now the battle was over.
Ra, with such fierce asures, almost suicidally snatched back the original manuscript of "Wealth of Nations." The summoner behind him would, regardless, choose to summon him again and then retrieve "Wealth of Nations" as quickly as possible.
"Ronald, what’s wrong?"
Almost at the sa ti Ronald smiled, Mou Li, who had paused earlier because of Lalaye, also approached.
The girl needed only one glance to discern the mood of the man before her:
"This feeling, have you found sothing very important?"
"..."
Ronald looked at the girl who had just helped him out of a tight spot, and then nodded earnestly.
"Yes, very important."
"And thank you for your help just now, Mou Li."
Hearing Ronald’s thanks, Mou Li imdiately lowered her head:
"I, I just hope that you can be treated fairly, after all, the situation just now was very clear..."
Watching Mou Li before him.
Ronald remained silent for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze to the crowd of casters around him.
Seeking to handle any trouble he might encounter later.
Right now, these fellows were naturally his companions.
Thus, Ronald softly chanted a spell, and flew into the air, his position hovering exactly in the center of the castle hall’s shattered do. Almost all the casters present had their attention drawn to him, then looked up.
With the stars’ light falling behind him, Ronald waved the Sword of Saint Catherine, then spoke with a serious tone:
"Ladies and gentlen, I left a mark on the enemy’s summoned creature during our previous encounter, and it has just been summoned outside the city."
"Now we have limited ti, and the enemy could move at any mont."
"If you can keep up with my flying speed, I hope you can lend a hand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ronald, with practical action, demonstrated his intentions. "This round," he propelled his body through the air, quickly soaring higher into the sky.
"..."
Faced with this sudden change, the casters in the venue looked at each other.
None could make up their minds imdiately.
However, just then, Lalaye suddenly laughed:
"Hahaha—"
"To have the opportunity to clash with the trash of the ’Nine Commandnts,’ that’s sothing I definitely don’t want to miss."
"Ladies and gentlen, I shall take my leave first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lalaye’s figure soared directly into the air.
The spy chief from Entrod chased after Ronald’s figure, flying past without a mont’s hesitation.
"..."
Seeing Lalaye’s decisive action.
More casters on the ground began to cast spells to take flight.
At the end, counting the numbers and including the investigators who followed, a group of over ten people flew into the dark night, heading to the location Ronald had indicated.
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