Normally.

Risking his life to let his companion escape is a story that can be sung and cried.

However, this kind of thing is a little subtle when it is placed on a cult warlock.

The willingness to sacrifice oneself even in order to achieve some kind of harmful event can only be a headache and trouble.

Squeak –

Outside the walls, the sound of carriages faded away.

The cult warlock did not intend to make too much noise, and after sending away the residents who had come to investigate the situation, they resolutely fled in their cars.

After all, these people also know.

Keeping the scale of the matter under control is the only way to escape.

Anyone who alarms the investigator in the neighborhood next door, or the warden, who is a little more next door.

No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to get Brenwich's information out of the city.

The current situation is the best in their opinion.

And in the courtyard where there was still a confrontation, the cult warlock who stayed behind and was willing to sacrifice was still watching the two Ronald in front of them.

His eyes were very deep, as if he wanted to engrave everything in front of him into his heart.

Suddenly, a snowflake fell on the eye, blocking the view.

Letting the cold white melt on his face, the man dressed as an investigator smiled.

"I knew ......"

Whispering softly, he raised his hands slightly, made a gesture of surrender, and walked towards the two opposite.

- A man and a woman in front of him.

The cult warlock named Holm recognized.

Worked in the Bronwich Bureau of Investigation for almost three years.

He knew the city, and he knew the personnel of the Investigation Bureau.

Ronald, the newcomer who was taken away by Nicole, and Patricia, little Nicklaus.

are all noteworthy people in recent days.

The only thing I didn't expect was that this guy named Ronald was actually a ruthless character, not a newcomer who simply received Nicole's attention.

Take, for example, the black mist that had raided them in the cellar earlier.

If it weren't for him, an experienced 'investigator', to make a judgment and command his companions to stabilize his emotions in time, it would not be impossible to be wiped out by this black fog with the quality of an ordinary low-level mysterious person.

Of course, none of that matters anymore.

The surviving companions left in the carriage, so that today's information could be transmitted.

There's no one in the neighborhood to stop them.

With this in mind, Holm approached Ronald and the two of them gradually accelerated.

Such a blatant walk.

Ronald and Patricia naturally saw it too.

Immediately, their shouts rang out in the courtyard:

"Stop!"

"Stand where I am."

Holm maintained his innocent tone, and was about to start his defense:

"Wait, I just wanted to ......"

"Ah——!h

A flash of silver light flashed.

Pulling out the thin sword that was stuck on the ground, the girl refused to stop at the moment when the other party refused to stop.

It has already been thrown mercilessly.

In the courtyard where snowflakes were falling, the blade of the metal sword slashed through the air with a flash of light, piercing into the opponent's body like a meteor falling to the ground.

And this time, Patricia was standing right next to the 'investigator'.

Just the right place, the most accurate attack.

The result is a very effective record.

The sword pierced through the enemy's right arm, then slammed it under the collarbone, and then pierced through the body and pinned the 'Investigator''s left arm to the blade.

The subtle angles and force control make the steel blade firmly rooted in the opponent's body, and firmly limit the possibility of upper body movement.

A thin sword, like a shackle, locked his movements.

“......”

"Nicklaus!"

"Do you really think you can dictate my freedom!"

Feeling the pain above his body, Holm's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost shouted hoarsely:

"Wait, you too will fall into the abyss of death!"

Although he knew that staying would be a certain death, he was satisfied with being able to let his companion escape under Nicklaus.

With the attitude of not leaving any information for the other party, he activated the secret hand arranged in his body.

Whew-

In the next second, the 'investigator''s action came to an abrupt halt.

Beneath his brown coat, fierce yellow flames poured out of it.

The spacious courtyard was brightly lit by the corpse's fire, and even the icy air around it was distorted by the sudden heat.

Just a few seconds.

The cult warlock, who had wanted to close the distance and set himself on fire, turned into a piece of charcoal in the snow.

The remaining burning debris can even dissolve nearby snowflakes.

“......”

Witnessing the scene in front of him, Ronald remained silent.

He didn't care about the life or death of the cult warlock in front of him, but this attitude of not being afraid of death still reminded him that there were many crazy people in this world.

If you count the enemy who blew himself up before......

In less than a quarter of an hour, two of the six cult warlocks were incapacitated first, and two of the remaining four launched suicide attacks in succession.

- It's ruthless.

Patricia was not the same as the pensive Ronald.

Faced with the enemy who directly self-immolated, she walked in front of the other party's corpse without saying a word.

Grabbing a handful of snow from the ground, the girl grasped the hilt of the sword on the outside of the pitch-black charcoal.

Zizi –

The snow in his hands quickly melted into water, and the scorched rapier grip also cooled down to a level where he could hold it normally.

Sa –

Still holding the sword in one hand, Patricia drew her thin sword and shook it hard, and the black charcoal on the blade of the sword immediately drew a straight black line on the white snow.

Only then did Patricia speak again:

"Ronald, where did the escapees go?"

Ronald replied:

"Just around the corner at the end of the road to the west, it's all under control."

The black fog that had been left at the bottom of the carriage before naturally came in handy at this time.

The cult warlock who consciously escaped from the sky naturally relaxed his emotional control.

This means that the power of the 'rage' can cause them to lose consciousness in the wagon.

I was able to face Holm so leisurely before, thanks to this little arrangement.

Immediately, Patricia walked towards the door:

"I'm going to chase the carriage over, Ronald, you can check the house, okay?"

Ronald immediately replied:

"Absolutely."

Hearing this, the girl walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

Seeing the black fog used by Ronald, she consciously thought that this was an excellent investigative method, so she handed over the inspection to Ronald.

Seeing Patricia leave the mansion, Ronald didn't rush into the house.

Walk up to the pitch-black corpse first.

In the wide cuffs, the dark text appeared in his hand.

This time, it was the perfect time for him to test the sin of 'betrayal'!