Before returning to Celephasis, Ronald carefully put the notes in his jacket pocket.
He has verified that there is nothing wrong with this notebook.
There are no traces of magic or spell interference.
It is simply a work record written by a researcher named Orr when recording his work, and it is also a written record like a diary.
Under the starry night, the fishing village located on the seaside appears in the field of vision.
All the scenery from far to near is no different from when you left.
By the time Ronald returned to Celephais, it was already early morning.
Many fishermen who are about to go to sea are preparing for work.
Fishermen still worry about the fictitious predators appearing and then disemboweling them and taking their lives.
But they had no choice.
If they do not go out to sea to fish, let alone their own family's economic situation, Celephis, a fishing village close to Burrenwich and relying on fishing as its main way of survival, will inevitably decline.
It really has to get to that point.
It's okay to say that the number isn't large, but if hundreds of poor people with nothing poured into the tourist city of Burrenwich in an instant...
live in this environment.
Of course the villagers of Celephes knew what would happen.
So from the beginning, the outcome was destined.
Regardless of whether the investigators' operation is successful or not, people will not leave unless the people in this town are killed until they can no longer survive.
The fishing life must go on.
For the residents here, things are so simple and straightforward.
call--
The southwest wind blew slowly in the distance, and Ronald quietly walked into the village.
Breathing the salty sea breeze on the tip of his nose, he returned to the only church in Celephes.
It's getting late.
After nearly a full day of work, Ronald planned to take a rest first.
When returning to Burrenwich, maintaining sufficient energy in advance is what he hopes for.
Otherwise, given the current situation in Berenwich, he would really expect someone to suddenly throw an explosive corpse in front of him.
Things that can serve as a cover for yourself are not always available.
Without disturbing anyone, Ronald climbed over the church wall into the courtyard.
Because of the reasons explained before leaving, he didn't need to wake up the sleeping priest and just found an unused room to rest.
The church had only hosted three investigators before, so everything was ready.
Lie on the bed and finally hide the black mist at the doorway into the room.
Before Ronald fell asleep, he reached out and touched the notebook in his pocket.
Some of the damp paper was pressed against my body, which made me feel uncomfortable.
But he just maintained this state, closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.
——
It was a very ordinary night.
No one bothered Ronald, and he got a pretty good rest.
When he woke up the next day, the priest had finished his work in the front chapel and was sitting on a chair to rest.
Seeing Ronald walking out of the porch, he immediately waved his hand:
"Mr. Ronald."
"How was your rest yesterday?"
"Not bad." Ronald nodded.
He was not in a hurry to leave at this time, but planned to chat with the priest before leaving.
Just like chatting between friends, he walked next to the priest with a calm expression:
"Mr. Kenney, I want to know something."
The priest nodded immediately:
"Speaking."
Ronald then asked:
"Before the original fisherman's family was killed, did you know of anyone else in a similar situation?"
"other people......"
The priest's face showed a thoughtful look, but then it turned into a bitter smile:
"Honestly, I don't know much about this either."
"Although Celephis is only a small place with a population of about a hundred people, and most of the residents are troubled by poverty, because it is relatively close to Burrenwich, a small amount of movement of people still exists."
"The possibility that someone was killed before is actually not impossible."
"But even if it exists, I don't know about it."
"..."
Ronald was silent for two seconds before asking the question he really wanted to know.
"So how much do you know about the murderer who caused this incident?"
Upon hearing this question, the priest's eyes instantly became complicated.
After a moment of silence, he said helplessly:
"The kid's name is Al..."
"About a year ago, he took a ferry to Celephis. He said he planned to inspect the coastal situation on the Burrenwich side, and then draw a detailed coastline map to present to the Queen. He was no different from other people on the mysterious side.
."
"At the beginning, he showed a kind-hearted personality and liked to play with the children in the village."
"I really didn't find any clues."
"If Mr. Willard hadn't been keen to find him, I might not have thought that he would be such a person when it was my turn to be killed..."
In line with my responsibility to monitor the movements of people on the mysterious side.
When facing Ronald, the 'investigator', the priest's description was very honest and he had no intention of concealing his thoughts.
And this result also confirmed what Ronald saw in his notes.
——This guy named Al was indeed a good person at first.
It was only because of the subsequent research on the grimoire that it finally became what it is today.
Then, the problem comes.
Where is the grimoire that caused the sanity of a man whose main job was to decipher to deteriorate? Where is it currently stored?
Was it taken away by Mr. Willard and the others, or is it still hidden in the fishing village of Celephais?
Ronald prefers the latter.
After all, the church is also a mystical institution under the management of the Queen. Regular submission of written mystical records is the official work content.
If the investigator recovers a magic book.
So regardless of whether this thing is the original text or not, it should be introduced to the church members and then the information should be filed away.
But yesterday afternoon, Willard and the other two investigators didn't mention this when they left.
Judging from their attitude.
It seems that they are just treating innocent people as normal cult warlocks.
Thinking of this, Ronald said:
"So this man named Al, where did he live before?"
Immediately, the priest smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Mr. Willard and the others have already been there and found nothing."
"There was no external influence from the book, nor was he forced by others. Everything was done by Orr himself."
"..."
Faced with this answer, Ronald considered taking out his notes and letting the priest read them.
There was no secret involved in this thing, and he didn't mind letting the priest take a look.
Bang bang bang——
However, at this moment, rapid footsteps came from outside.
A little boy wearing linen clothes ran into the church out of breath and shouted in embarrassment:
"Father Conney!"
"At the seaside... someone was killed again at the seaside!"