The sun sets below the sea level, leaving only a trace of blue in the distant sky.
Farewell to the priest and after leaving the church.
Ronald came to the beach alone and walked along the shore, quietly watching everything in front of him.
The current time has not yet reached the time for the Celephais fishermen to come out in groups.
Moreover, people have been killed in succession in the past few days, and most villagers do not dare to go out during this time.
As a result, the entire beach is deserted.
This place seems to have become Ronald's exclusive walking area.
Of course, according to what the previous investigator said, he is now walking towards the location where the investigator and the prisoner fought during the day, to deal with the traces left in the battle.
After experiencing a high-intensity battle, Willard and the others needed to rest.
Their plan was to return to Celephis, leaving one person to rest, and then come back to handle the finishing work when it was almost done, while the other two would escort the prisoner directly back to Burrenwich.
As a result, Ronald and Nicole showed up, and this unskilled job was naturally handed over to Ronald, who was still a newcomer.
Safe, simple, purely physical work.
It is most suitable for those who are new to the Bureau of Investigation.
After feeling that the position was almost the same, the black original code appeared in the cuffs again:
"Its name is Styx,
The black water flows down to the foot of the dark and steep cliff.
..."
As the poem was recited, the black mist symbolizing 'wrath' condensed between the hands.
Ronald didn't use his abilities arrogantly just because he was alone. He still tried his best to ensure the concealment of his spells.
Soon, the ability to perceive emotions responds in the heart.
He clearly felt that except for Celephais behind him, there was no other human activity around him.
It's not like a coincidence like in movies or games, where an enemy suddenly pops up after the matter is dealt with, or there is actually some hidden crisis.
His job is just to clean up the battlefield on both sides.
After all, investigators are professionals who deal with mysterious side events.
Not to mention the person in charge of Celerpheus.
——That Mr. Willard.
According to the information Ronald had learned from the Bureau before, this Willard was one of the only two ace investigators in Burrenwich. He was rarer and more powerful than Nicole's elite class.
Elite and ace are not just words.
Specifically, the use of this title is like the gap between technical titles and actual positions.
To be called this in the Bureau of Investigation, the corresponding requirements are very strict and have little to do with the position.
——Take Nicole as an example.
Only investigators who have successfully handled more than twenty hazardous incidents and independently responded to crisis incidents more than five times can be called elites.
Further back.
This is the ace title that Willard possesses.
In addition to the basic requirements of successfully handling more than fifty hazardous incidents and more than ten independent responses to critical incidents, there is also a very special condition to be called a trump card.
——Have an experience of preventing the alienation of the world.
Let’s not talk about other countries.
If you want to accomplish such a difficult feat in the territory of Grid, which has strong national power and stable order, personal ability alone is not enough.
You must first be able to encounter such a crisis.
In a place like the Bureau of Investigation, if you want this kind of opportunity, you have to live long enough, and living long enough means solving more mysterious incidents.
Those who can complete such conditions are called aces, and the difficulty can be imagined.
Therefore, it can only be said that Willard can properly handle the incident in Celephasis.
But this guy who feeds on human internal organs can last so long under Willard...
This is something that really deserves people's vigilance.
Walking slowly by the seaside, Ronald gradually moved away from the fishing village behind him while thinking.
As he walked, the last blue of the western sea level gradually faded away.
——It's night.
Unconsciously, the light of the stars shone brightly in the dark night sky.
It seemed that because it had snowed yesterday, everything in the sky seemed extra bright, and the sea breeze in the air was weaker than before.
The fishing village behind him completely disappeared from sight.
Walking at night when it was difficult for ordinary people to move forward, Ronald didn't feel there was any problem.
Under the all-round strengthening of the Divine Comedy, his vision did not receive any interference in this environment, just like an ordinary passerby going out for a walk in the evening.
Wow——
The sound of the tide receding came from the side, and some previously invisible rocks began to be exposed on the ground.
Calculating the time, nightfall is indeed the time for low tide.
After walking for a while, Ronald's eyes lit up.
Almost two hundred meters ahead, the originally flat ground suddenly appeared scorched marks, and there were also ravines formed by the huge force hitting the ground. Even if there was a bonfire party at the beach, it would not be possible to cause such residues
state.
Obviously, this is where the previous battle took place.
"..."
"Is love a physical job?"
Looking at the traces in front of him, Ronald's expression fell and he complained helplessly.
Normally, you should bring a shovel with you when doing work.
Fortunately, Ronald didn't have to do any hard work himself.
The black mist above his hands unconsciously fell to the ground, and then surged towards the mess in front of him, beginning to bury the traces of the battle here.
The gullies on the ground were filled with sand and soil from nearby materials.
Scorch marks and traces floating on the surface can be treated by washing with sea water several times.
The power of the black mist is not too great, but it doesn't require Ronald to do it himself!
He picked a rock and sat down on his own. Ronald could even feel the moisture of the sea above.
I was alone on the beach at night blowing in the wind, watching the cold and ruthless black fog doing hard labor below.
It feels pretty good...
Time passed little by little, and with the tireless efforts of the magic products, this area was basically treated.
Although you can find some clues if you look closely.
But in a place like this, usually no one comes to study the ground carefully.
Let alone come to the conclusion that "there are mysterious people fighting here".
Sitting on the rock, Ronald took off his shoes and shook off the gravel before dashing through and jumping off the rock.
What was in front of him at this moment was a floating black mist.
It also contains some messy things that were accidentally discovered when dealing with the ground.
These include the cartridge cases and warheads left by several rounds of bullets, metal capsules for rapid injection, cracked dagger fragments, and notes buried in the soil...
"Um...wait!"
Ronald was about to throw all these things into the sea when he froze.
Because Black Mist is a self-disciplined job, he is not sure what he will dig out.