This ti,
the woman on the ground no longer had the strength to resist as fiercely as before.
Forget lunging forward to struggle with the investigator in front of her.
Even the simple act of standing up took a great deal of effort to accomplish.
By the ti the middle-aged woman managed to shakily stand up against the wall behind her,
Nicole raised her pistol and spoke coldly to her,
"Corona, you should know what your actions an, so I won’t bother explaining."
"Now, you can either keep resisting and I’ll shoot you dead right here, or you submit and co with us peacefully to be locked up by the warden and be properly punished. At least you’d still be alive."
"Choose. This is your last right."
"..."
"Gag, gag, gag—"
The woman on the ground fell silent for a full three or four seconds, then suddenly bent over and began to dry heave, looking as pained as if she were suffering from a severe case of gastroenteritis.
Nicole, watching her quietly, frowned slightly,
"Give it up. I’ve already sealed off your ability to cast any spells."
"Whether it’s suicide or resistance, it’s all just wishful thinking."
After waiting a few breaths, the tornted woman leaned her head against the wall behind her, tilting it resentfully.
Then, she weakly lifted her right hand, signaling her surrender.
"Sigh—"
Nicole breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing the woman’s gesture, then turned to Ronald with a smile,
"Ronald, that wraps things up here."
"How about it, isn’t being an investigator quite interesting?"
"..."
"I actually find it quite thrilling."
With a sowhat ambiguous expression, Ronald responded to Nicole, his tone then changing,
"But just this can’t be the end, right?"
"Not the end?"
"..."
Nicole’s face froze for a mont, but she quickly realized her mistake.
"Cough cough—"
"Right, Ronald, you’re right..."
After clearing her throat twice to conceal her embarrassnt, the investigator girl turned back around, her expression growing serious.
She narrowed her eyes at the weak enemy and pointed out the matter she had just overlooked,
"Though we’ve caught you successfully..."
"But on second thought."
"You don’t seem to have a reason to stay in this house waiting for us investigators to co knocking. At the very least, in these three days, you’ve certainly had plenty of ti to leave this place, even to leave Greenwich!"
"So..."
Her analytical tone slowing down, Nicole moved closer to the middle-aged woman standing against the wall.
Suddenly, the girl roughly pressed the gun barrel against the other’s chest.
The cold barrel slowly slid up, eventually pointing under the woman’s chin.
The next second, Nicole sharply interrogated her,
"So why on earth did you stay here?"
"Don’t tell it’s because you’re hosick!"
Yet, facing Nicole’s pressing questions, the woman only leaned back in panic.
With a helpless and bewildered expression, her movents as if she were an innocent victim.
To avoid Nicole’s nacing gun, she even tried to squeeze her body into the wall.
"..."
Seeing the poor state of the woman, Nicole spoke even more unpleasantly,
"What, still thinking of resisting to the death even now?"
"Do you really think I have no way of making you talk?"
Unable to bear the scene before him, Ronald leaned in close to the investigator girl and softly reminded her:
"Nicole, it seems like this guy can’t talk..."
"..."
Nicole fell silent.
Ronald was absolutely right; she had just personally carved runes into this guy.
Sensing the solidified air around the girl, Ronald imdiately spoke up again:
"Since this guy insists on staying in the room and refuses to leave, that ans the source of her risky behavior must be here, sothing that can’t be moved."
"You can find it, can’t you, Nicole?"
"Of course!"
"I can definitely find it!"
While affirming this smoothly, Nicole didn’t forget to scorn the woman in front of her:
"People like this who refuse to cooperate with us always harbor delusions that we’ll slip up in our work."
"Such naivety!"
With that, Nicole suddenly struck out, knocking the woman unconscious with the butt of her gun.
Looking at the woman collapsed on the ground, she sneered:
"Foolish cultist Magician."
"..."
Watching the investigator girl trying to cover her embarrassnt, Ronald thought for a mont before asking:
"Nicole, could you introduce to so of these more dangerous Casters?"
"Like you know, I’m not very familiar with the current situation on the mysterious side."
"Of course, I can."
Nicole nodded and then imdiately explained:
"At the Bureau, we generally refer to schools with strong invasive abilities as cultist Magicians, like this woman who specializes in flesh modification and spirit spells, she’s one of the more common types."
"The more powerful ones in their school can achieve the point where the person has completely lost human form, but still manages to make others subconsciously believe they are a normal human."
As she spoke, a hint of wariness flashed in Nicole’s eyes.
Her tone also beca quite cautious.
"However, this school is actually not the most troubleso. According to the Bureau’s records, thirty years ago in the mysterious side of the world, a particularly terrifying school suddenly erged."
Ronald pressed on:
"A particularly terrifying school, what is that?"
"How should I describe it..."
Scratching her head, Nicole dragged the woman further into the house while also explaining to Ronald:
"Once that school reaches a certain level of knowledge, they craft a Spell Ring for themselves. If worn over a long ti, the person’s spirit will keep falling into darkness, until it transforms into an ethereal evil spirit."
"Such an evil spirit possesses a very strong quality of immortality, and even if destroyed, it can revive quickly after so ti."
"If you want to deal with these guys, you have to find the ring they crafted and destroy it."
"..."
Ronald fell silent.
This sounded a lot like a lich from a very famous fantasy work.
It was clear that the thing could beco a classic of this world too.
As Ronald was silent, Nicole’s explanation continued:
"Their kind of rings, even if found by average people of mystery, would be useless because these gold-forged Magic Rings have an extrely exaggerated trait of sturdiness; only bearers of the original text have the ability to quickly destroy it."
"Fortunately, soone discovered the weakness of this school."
"While a Magic Ring may be indestructible, if you thrown it into the crater of a volcano, it can be destroyed very smoothly."
"It’s also because of this discovery that the wicked school gradually declined under the siege of many people of the mysterious side and has since faded into obscurity."
"Doesn’t that sound super powerful?"
"..."
"It does sound quite powerful."
Ronald felt he didn’t need to guess the original text of this school anymore.
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