Roland continued to deduce the spell puppet model in his study.
Then two rays of light suddenly came in from the window, leaving two patches of light on the gray rock wall.
Then one piece rotates in slow motion clockwise and the other piece rotates in slow motion counterclockwise.
Roland saw the two pieces of light and stood up.
This is the secret code for his appointment with Hawke, which means... the murderer is taking action.
Finally, after two months of waiting, the murderer couldn't bear it anymore.
Roland walked down the stairs quickly, and then happened to bump into Vivian who was taking two children upstairs to visit and explain.
"Vice President, are you going out too?"
Vivian felt a little strange, why both of them ran out today. Most of the time, magicians are very homely and stay in the magic tower every day to study magic.
Like today, it was very rare for three people to go out in less than an hour.
Magicians only feel that there are not enough hours in a day. They wish they had 240 hours in a day.
"Yes, when you go out for a walk and do magic experiments every day, you will almost go crazy."
Vivian wanted to say that she would go too, but she looked at the two children beside her and gave up the idea.
Roland entrusted this task to himself. He couldn't run out to play without completing it. Otherwise, the idea of going shopping with Roland would not be realized, and it might even be labeled as irresponsible in Roland's eyes.
"Then you'll have more fun."
Roland smiled and waved to Vivian, then left the magic tower.
Then his expression changed and became serious, even a little murderous.
Hurry up and come to the remote place that you have agreed on. There are two beggar-looking people waiting there. When he saw Roland, he immediately lowered his head slightly and said, "Sir, our leader asked us to take you directly out of the city."
Roland nodded without saying anything, followed the two beggars out of the city center, and then quickly walked to the dense forest northwest of the city. The murderer even changed the location of the crime in order not to attract attention.
Entering the dense forest, we walked about a hundred meters further.
In the dim forest, Roland saw Hawke and Link standing not far in front, and a man, Cross, sitting further in front.
There was also a disheveled peasant girl standing timidly aside, looking quite frightened.
Hearing the sound from behind, Hawke and Link both turned around. After seeing Roland coming, the former chuckled and said, "The next thing is the internal affairs of your magic tower, and we will not participate."
Roland nodded.
Then Hawke and Link left with the bewildered girl next to them.
Then only Roland and Cross were left in the jungle.
Cross lowered his head, not daring to look at Roland.
Roland sighed softly and asked, "Why?"
Roland has always believed that as long as the murderer is found, he will kill him directly without saying a word, without giving the other party any chance to speak. After all, it would be a shame for such a villain to die.
But after actually finding the murderer and finding out that it was an acquaintance of his, Roland felt that he should listen to the other party's explanation.
It's not that he wants to let the other person go, he is just simply curious as to why Cross would do this.
Cross finally raised his head at this time. He looked at Roland with shame: "Sorry, Vice President, I didn't want to be like this. I just couldn't help it."
"Why do you have to attack ordinary girls? And also kill people. This is too much."
Cross stood up, and only then did Roland realize that his hand had been broken, his brow was sweating profusely, and his face was pale.
"I am a noble, how can I go to those dirty women!" Cross's originally handsome face became distorted:
"Then why do you want to kill them? I believe that with your status and appearance, it is not difficult to find a long-term, relatively clean lover." Roland asked lightly.
Cross said calmly: "I am a noble."
Roland understood.
The status gap is something that some people value very much.
Roland once heard Vivian say in his spare time that Cross was a member of a declining aristocratic family. He usually didn't see much of it, but in reality he had a strong self-esteem and was very sensitive. He was afraid that others would look down on him.
Keep all your worries in your heart.
The more this kind of person is, the easier it is for them to go to extremes.
Roland didn't understand this kind of person's mentality and didn't want to understand. He looked at Cross and said lightly: "Do you have any last words?"
Cross's face became even paler: "Vice President, are you kidding me?"
"Do you think I'm someone who would joke about this kind of thing?" Roland looked at him quietly.
"It's just a few untouchable girls... I can pay for it."
Roland looked at him quietly.
"Vice President, you can't be so cruel. Those are really just untouchable girls. I have never attacked a noble girl."
Roland still looked at him quietly.
Cross's face turned pale.
He knew very well that if a person with a calm personality like Roland stopped talking, things would become really serious.
Cross's legs softened and he knelt down: "Vice President, just look at this, I will serve you with all my heart..."
At this point, a huge blue fist suddenly appeared in front of Roland and hit him with a strong wind.
One of the derivative spells of the mage's hand, taught by Roland, Cross used it well.
But unfortunately, a huge blue mage's hand held this fist directly in the palm of his hand.
This was just a feint by Cross. He never thought that he might be Roland's opponent.
The attack was just to create a means of escape.
Seeing the two mage hands colliding together, Cross jumped up and ran directly into the depths of the jungle.
But after running a few steps, his movements slowed down.
In less than two seconds, he was frozen in place.
He looked towards the ground, and at some point, the surrounding ground had been frozen by a large layer of frost.
And his legs were frozen.
Ice ring technique!
Cross looked at his legs and was even more horrified. The frost continued to climb up his legs at an extremely fast speed.
Soon his legs lost all feeling. He turned his upper body with difficulty, looked back at Roland, and wanted to speak, but all the heat in his body was being lost, and his muscles were completely out of control.
In two seconds, the frost climbed onto his face, and in half a second, Cross turned into a snow-white ice sculpture.
At this time, with Roland as the center of the circle, within a radius of 100 meters, it completely turned into a world of frost.
All the trees were covered with a layer of white frost.
Roland walked up to Cross and sighed softly.
He killed people...but he didn't have much real sense of killing people. It felt like I had crushed a small animal to death. Although I sighed a little, I was not mentally uncomfortable.
Do you still regard this as a game after all
Or are you just born a cold-blooded person
Roland was confused.