The sun sets below sea level, leaving only a trace of blue in the sky in the distance.

Say goodbye to the priest and leave the church.

Ronald came to the beach alone and walked along the shore, quietly watching everything in front of him.

It was not yet time for the Salesis fishermen to come out in droves.

Moreover, in the past few days, people have been killed in a row, and most of the villagers do not dare to go out during this time period.

As a result, the entire beach is deserted.

It seems to have become an exclusive promenade for Ronald.

Of course, according to the previous investigator, he is now walking to the location where the investigator and the prisoner fought during the day, and to deal with the traces left by the battle.

After a high-intensity battle, Willard and they needed to rest.

Their plan was to return to Selephas, leaving one person to rest, and when it was almost time to return to the finishing touches, the other two to return to Brenwich with the prisoners.

As a result, Ronald and Nicole appeared, and this kind of unskilled work was naturally handed over to Ronald, who was still a newcomer.

Safe, simple, and simple manual work.

It's perfect for those who are new to the Bureau.

After feeling that the position was about the same, the black original code appeared again in the cuffs:

"Its name is Styx,

The black water flowed down to the foot of the dark and precipitous cliff.

......”

As the poem was recited, a black mist symbolizing 'rage' condensed between the hands.

Ronald didn't swagger around his abilities just because he was alone, and he still kept his spells as concealed as possible.

Soon, the ability to perceive emotions responds in the mind.

He clearly sensed that there was no human activity around him except for Selephais behind him.

It's not like the coincidence in film and television works or game novels, and after the matter is dealt with, an enemy suddenly pops up, or there is actually some hidden crisis.

His job is just to clean up the battlefield on both sides.

At the end of the day, an investigator is a professional who deals with events on the mysterious side.

Not to mention the person in charge of the matter of Selephas.

- It's Mr. Willard.

According to what Ronald previously learned from the Bureau of Investigation, this Willard is one of only two ace investigators in Bronwich, and is rarer and more powerful than Nicole's elite.

Elites and aces are not just words.

Specifically, the use of this title is like the gap between the technical title and the actual position.

To be called that in the Bureau of Investigation, the corresponding requirements are very strict and have little to do with the position.

- Take Nicole, for example.

Investigators who have successfully dealt with more than 20 hazardous incidents and have more than 5 independent responses to crisis events can be called elite.

Further back.

It's the trump card title that Willard has.

In addition to the basic requirements of successfully dealing with more than 50 hazard events and independently responding to more than 10 crisis events, there is a very special condition for being called a trump card.

- Have an experience of stopping the alienation of the world.

Other countries aside.

If you want to accomplish such a difficult feat in the territory of Grad, which is strong and orderly, it is not enough to have personal ability.

You have to be able to face such a crisis first.

In a place like the Bureau of Investigation, you have to live long enough to get this kind of opportunity, and living long enough means more mystery to deal with.

To be able to complete such conditions and then be called an ace, the difficulty can be imagined.

Therefore, Willard's ability to properly handle the incident in Seleface can only be said to be a matter of course.

But this guy who feeds on human guts can last so long under Willard......

It's something that really deserves to be wary of.

Walking slowly on the beach, Ronald gradually moved away from the fishing village behind him.

And as he walked, the last blues of the western sea level faded.

- It's nightfall.

Before you know it, the light of the stars shines brightly in the dark night sky.

It seems that because of the snow that only fell yesterday, everything in the sky is exceptionally bright, and the sea breeze in the air is weaker than before.

The fishing village behind him completely disappeared from the end of sight.

Walking on the night when ordinary people are difficult to move forward, Ronald doesn't feel that there is anything wrong.

Under the all-round reinforcement of the Divine Comedy, his eyesight was not interfered with in this environment, as if ordinary passers-by were going out for a walk in the evening.

Whoop -

The sound of the tide receding came from his side, and some previously unseen rocks began to bare on the ground.

Calculating the time, it is indeed the time of low tide at night.

After walking a distance like this, Ronald's eyes lit up.

Almost 200 meters ahead, the originally flat ground suddenly showed scorching marks, and at the same time, there was a huge force striking the ravines formed by the ground. Even if there is a bonfire on the beach, it is impossible to create such a residual state.

Obviously, this is where the battle took place before.

“......”

"Is this an individual effort?"

Looking at the traces in front of him, Ronald's expression fell, and his tone was a little helpless.

Normally, you would have brought a shovel with you to do this job.

Fortunately, Ronald did not have the need to do his own coolies.

The black mist above his hands fell to the ground consciously, and then it surged towards the mess in front of him, and began to bury the traces of the battle here.

The ravines in the ground are filled with sand from the nearest materials.

Scorch marks and traces that float on the surface can be dealt with by washing the sea water several times.

The power of the black mist is not too great, but it doesn't need Ronald to do it himself!

Picking a rock and sitting down, Ronald could even feel the wetness of the sea above.

Blowing the wind alone on the beach at night, watching the cold and unforgiving black fog do coolie labor below.

It feels pretty good......

Time passed little by little, and with the efforts of tireless spell products, this area was basically dealt with.

Although a closer look can also find a clue.

But in such a place, usually no one comes over at all to study the ground carefully.

Not to mention the conclusion that 'there are mysterious people fighting here'.

Sitting on the rock, Ronald took off his shoes and shook off the grit from them, putting them back on before jumping off the rock.

In front of him at this moment, a black mist floated up.

It was also wrapped in some messy things that were accidentally found when dealing with the ground before.

These included cartridge casings and warheads left over from several bullets, metal capsules for rapid injection, fragments of cracked daggers, notes buried in the earth.....

"Hmm...... Wait a minute! ”

Ronald froze as he was about to throw all of these things into the sea.

Because Black Mist is self-disciplined, he wasn't sure what to dig up.

And that's a real reward!

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