Before returning to Seleface, Ronald carefully tucked the notes in his jacket pocket.

He had verified that there was no problem with this notebook.

There are no signs of spelling, and there is no mana interference.

It is simply a written record of the work written by a researcher named Orr while recording his work, and a diary-like written record.

Under the starry night, a fishing village by the sea emerges from view.

Everything is from far to near, just like when you left.

By the time Ronald returned to Seleface, it was already early in the morning.

Quite a few fishermen who are ready to go to sea are preparing for work.

The fishermen are still worried about the appearance of fictional hunters who will then disembowel them and take their lives.

But they didn't have a choice.

If they don't go out to sea, not to mention the economic situation of their own family, Selephas, a fishing village close to Brunwich, where fishing is the main mode of survival, will inevitably decline.

It's really going to get to that point.

It's hard to say that there are not many of them, but if hundreds of poor people with nothing pour into the tourist city of Bronwich......

Living in this environment.

Of course, the villagers of Selefate knew what that would happen.

So from the beginning, the result was predestined.

Regardless of the success of the investigators' actions, the people will not leave unless they kill the people of this town to the point where they cannot survive.

The life of fishing must go on.

For the residents here, things are as simple and straightforward as that.

Whew-

The southwest wind blew slowly in the distance, and Ronald quietly walked into the village.

Breathing in the salty sea breeze at the tip of his nose, he returned to the only church in Seleface.

It's not early.

After almost a full day of work, Ronald plans to take a break.

When he returned to Brunwich, he wanted to be in a state of good spirits ahead of time.

Otherwise, in the current situation of Brunwich, he would have really thrown an exploding corpse in front of him by someone all of a sudden.

I don't always have something to cover for myself.

Without alarming anyone, Ronald climbed from the church wall into the courtyard.

Because of the reasons he had explained before leaving, he didn't need to wake up the sleeping priest, and he found an idle room to rest on his own.

The church had only entertained three investigators before, and everything was ready-made.

Lie on the bed and finally hide the black fog at the doorway to enter the room.

Before falling asleep, Ronald reached out and touched the notebook in his pocket.

Some of the damp pages pressed against the body, and it didn't feel comfortable.

But he remained in this state, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

——

It was a very ordinary night.

No one bothered Ronald and he got a decent rest.

When he woke up the next day, the priest had finished his work in the front chapel and was resting in his chair.

Seeing Ronald walking out of the porch on the side, he immediately waved his hand:

"Mr. Ronald."

"How's it going to be yesterday?"

"Not bad." Ronald nodded.

He was not in a hurry to leave at this time, but planned to talk to the priest before leaving.

As if chatting between friends, he calmly did next to the priest:

"Mr. Connie, I want to know something."

The priest nodded immediately:

"Please."

Ronald then asked:

"Before the original fisherman's family was killed, did you know of anyone else who had a similar situation?"

"Others ......"

The priest's face showed a thoughtful look, but then it turned to a wry smile:

"To be honest, I don't know much about that."

"Although Seleface is only a small place with a hundred people, and most of the residents are plagued by poverty, there is still a small movement of people because of its proximity to Bromwich."

"It's not impossible that someone has been killed before."

"But even if it exists, I don't know."

“......”

Ronald was silent for two seconds before asking what he really wanted to know.

"So how much do you know about the murderer who caused this incident?"

As soon as he heard this question, the priest's eyes instantly became complicated.

After a moment of silence, he said helplessly:

"The kid's name is Orr......"

"About a year ago, he came to Seleface by ferry, saying that he intended to inspect the coastal situation on this side of Brenwich, and then draw a detailed map of the coastline for the queen, no different from other people on the mysterious side."

"In the beginning, he showed a kind personality, and he usually liked to play with the children in the village."

"I really didn't see any clues."

"If it weren't for Mr. Willard's keen efforts to find him, I'm afraid that the day I was killed, I wouldn't have thought that he would be such a person......"

In line with his own duty to monitor the movements of the mysterious side of the personnel.

When confronted by Ronald as an 'investigator', the priest described himself very honestly and had no intention of concealing his thoughts.

And this result also confirms what Ronald saw in his notes.

- This guy named Orr was a good guy at first.

It's just because of the follow-up research on the magic book that it finally fell into what it is today.

So, here's the problem.

Where is the book of the Magic Book that has degenerated the sanity of a person who is mainly engaged in deciphering the work of deciphering it?

Was it taken away by Mr. Willard, or was it still hidden in the fishing village of Selephas?

Ronald prefers the latter.

After all, the church is also a mystical institution under the management of the queen, and the regular submission of written mystical records is the official work content.

If the investigator recovers a magic book.

So whether this thing is the original text or not, it should be introduced to the members of the church, and then the information should be archived.

But Willard and the other two investigators left yesterday afternoon without mentioning it.

Judging by their attitude.

It seems to be just an incident of attacking innocent ordinary people as a normal cult warlock.

Thinking of this, Ronald spoke:

"And where did this man, Orr, live?"

Immediately, the priest shook his head with a wry smile:

"Mr. Willard, they've been there, and they've found nothing."

"There is no foreign influence of books, and it is not forced by anyone, everything is done by Orta."

“......”

Faced with such an answer, Ronald considered whether to take out his notes and let the priest read them.

There were no secrets involved, and he didn't mind letting the priest see it.

Bang Bang Bang –

However, at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.

A little boy dressed in sackcloth ran out of breath into the church and shouted in embarrassment:

"Father Connie!"

"Seaside...... Someone has been killed on the beach again! ”