It is not difficult to simply improve the cognitive ability of the spell puppet.
But if on the premise of ensuring this basic ability, it is also necessary to improve the ability to resist hits, improve the doll's speed, strength, ability to detect enemies, etc... This will be very troublesome.
After several experiments, Roland discovered despondently that, limited by the nodes and 'memory space' of the spell model, he could only complete two and a half goals at most.
In other words, he can only improve the doll's cognitive ability, resistance to attacks, and... some speed improvements that are slightly better than nothing.
Such a magic doll doesn't have much combat effectiveness.
If you don't move fast, you're just a target. Moreover, its ability to withstand attacks is not particularly strong, and it is not even qualified to be a fixed-point fort.
"It would be nice if there were more space nodes in the spell model, or if the space was too big. I could fill it with more mental power."
But Roland couldn't find a way to expand the spell model space, or its memory.
Basic knowledge of magic is still lacking.
Roland sighed and walked around the library for a while, but found no books on this subject.
It's normal to think about it. Magic apprentices can't even learn basic zero-level tricks, and this is not a magic town. Of course, there aren't many valuable books that the magic tower can collect.
Doing the experiment cost him too much time and energy, the magic bar has bottomed out, and the storage in the Ningshen Necklace has also been used up. Roland sat in his study to rest, recovering the large amount of magic points lost due to the magic experiment.
At this time, Beta used the guild system to attack him.
"Brother Luolan, come to the woods outside the city. It's where we found someone last time. Hawke and the others have caught the murderer."
Caught John? Roland was surprised.
Then he immediately rushed to the small woods outside the city.
At this time, there were many people gathered there.
A young aristocratic man with fine features was holding a civilian girl hostage, leaning against a big tree with his back in a panic.
About twenty meters to his left and right, Hawke and Lin blocked his escape direction, and Beta blocked his way.
The expressions of the three of them were ugly, with murderous intent in their anger.
Farther away, there was a large group of citizens watching the excitement, pointing nearby.
There are commoners, beggars, and of course nobles.
There was gloating in the eyes of the nobles, pleasure in the eyes of the common people, but the beggars... were simply numb.
The three groups are distinct, with a physical gap between them.
When Roland saw the young noble, he was stunned for a moment. He was not John
He looked carefully at the young noble, who was sweating profusely and holding a short sword on the neck of a young girl.
The girl's face turned pale with fear, and the young noble also had a frightened look on his face.
Roland walked up to Beta and asked, "Did he admit it?"
Beta nodded: "He admitted it. Now he is holding hostages and asking us to leave, otherwise he will kill the hostages."
Roland felt something was wrong.
The murderer had committed the crime for at least several years and killed at least thirty girls. From the scene, it can be seen that the murderer had excellent psychological quality and was a highly intelligent person. It was impossible for him to appear so lost, and it was impossible for him to be killed in a place like this. Caught, so stupid.
It was as if it was...acted on purpose.
Roland chuckled in his heart.
The noble young man looked at Hawke and Link nervously. After a while, he saw Roland.
Then his pupils shrank and he shouted in horror: "Magic! Let the magician leave, quickly, leave quickly, or I will kill this woman immediately!"
He looked quite frightened, his whole body was trembling, and the dagger in his hand trembled as he cut the hostage girl's neck, and a stream of blood flowed down the side of the girl's neck.
The girl felt the pain. She cried hard, but she didn't dare to move. She just bit her lip until it bled without even realizing it.
Roland slowly backed away.
"Stay further away." The noble young man roared hard. At the same time, he quickly looked left and right to see if Hawke and the others were pushing towards him, and he was quite alert.
Roland took another dozen steps back.
Then the crazy mood of this noble young man calmed down a little. Spell casters possess magical abilities, and no one dares to say that they do not feel guilty when facing a spell caster.
"Let me go, and I will let this girl go." The young noble shouted at the top of his lungs.
But Roland and others ignored him and stood quietly.
Instead, a wave of laughter erupted from the distant aristocratic group.
Seeing that Beta and others did not move, the aristocratic young man shouted in despair: "I am a noble, what's wrong with me playing with a few untouchable women! Just for a few of them, you want me to die. This is unreasonable, unreasonable!" "
In the lung-piercing cry, Roland felt a sense of unwillingness.
"Once again, I am a noble!" The young man roared with a tone of begging: "Let me go, and I can give you money. Enough to buy a dozen of these women."
Hawke, Link, and Beta all sneered.
Looking at this noble young man is like looking at a fool.
Roland said at this time: "I can let you go, but you have to tell me who your accomplice is?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted crazily: "I have no accomplices, no accomplices, I did everything myself!"
Then he looked towards the center of the city, but his sight was blocked by the city wall. Finally he looked at Roland and smiled miserably: "I did it all. Since you want me to die, then I will die."
There was some relief in the young man's desperate smile.
Roland shouted: "Stop him quickly, he is going to commit suicide."
With a swish sound... Beta charged directly and almost got out of the afterimage.
But it was still too late. Although Beta successfully knocked the person away, the young man's dagger had already penetrated his heart.
A large amount of Masek spurted out from his chest and back.
Such an injury cannot be saved even with magic to treat serious injuries.
The young man fell to the ground, staring blankly at the sky. After his arms and legs twitched a few times, there was no movement.
The girl screamed, covered her neck and ran towards the city. She was scared to death.
Roland walked up to the noble young man, looked at the body of the young man who was gradually losing its warmth, and sighed helplessly.
The group of nobles were still pointing here, and the civilians and beggars gradually dispersed.
Not long after, two younger aristocratic youths came over with panic on their faces. They threw themselves on the young man's body, called "eldest brother" and buried their heads in tears.
One of the teenagers was crying and peeking at Roland and Beta from time to time.
His eyes were full of vengeful fury.
Beta felt the other party's gaze. He stood next to Roland and said, "Would you like to ask them about the specific situation? This is obviously wrong. It's more like a scapegoat."
"I can see it." Roland whispered: "Let's pretend this matter is over. Later I will ask Hawke to remove those who are monitoring John."
"Play hard to get?"
Roland nodded slightly.