Mystic Dominator

Several people filed in and brought the unconscious cult warlock into the mansion.

Sir Phelps said nothing all the way, and his expression was frighteningly gloomy.

After they walked into a basement under the building, tied up all these people, and the investigators on the side carved runes that forbid magic power on these people, the new nobleman handed it over to Ronald. A requesting glance:

"Mr. Ronald, please wake them up."

Papa——

Ronald clapped his hands together, and immediately lifted the suppression of them by the power of 'Rage'. The four cult warlocks, including the driver, also opened their eyes immediately.

Because of the encounter on the carriage, immediately after regaining consciousness, someone began to moan and howl immediately. There were also cult warlocks who came to their senses and began to survey their surroundings.

After seeing the gloomy Sir Phelps.

Enduring the pain, the cult warlock asked with a distorted expression:

"You...how did you catch up with us? The plan should not have leaked out...Ahhh!"

It's a pity that Phelps didn't want to let him talk directly at all.

Staring at the cult warlock who was the first to react, he walked over and kicked the opponent's stomach with one kick. The raised toe of the shoe just tied the opponent's abdomen tightly, and the pained expression on his face did not show any falsehood.

"Ah... let go... let go!"

After listening to the other party's painful wailing for several seconds, Sir Phelps finally lowered his legs.

"Tell me, who ordered you to do it?"

"Dare to come to my banquet to make trouble!"

"hiss--"

Taking a deep breath, the cult warlock slowly raised his head, and then stared at Phillips in front of him with sinister eyes, "Who gave the instructions? I don't know who gave the instructions, and no one can give me instructions! "

"If you have to say it, I think you should thank me, if not...ha!"

The cult warlock had planned to continue clamoring.

However, Sir Phelps will not give him such a chance.

Only when he heard the other party's tone change, the new aristocrat came up with another kick. And this time it was different from last time, he even used his toes to ruthlessly trample the opponent's lower abdomen, but then withdrew again.

"No one here will thank you, but they may be more interested in torturing you. Be honest, tell the purpose, at least you can get out of this basement alive."

"..."

"Purpose...I have never, ever hidden my purpose..."

After panting violently, the cult warlock raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Phelps with an indifferent expression in front of him:

"Everything we do is for your own good."

"If you don't want to find a way...to get close to the great existence, when the dark age comes again, you will all be reduced to the sacrifices of the monsters of the old age. If you want to survive, you can only find the true god in the universe now and rely on it in time to get it." ..."

Snapped!

"puff--"

This time it was not Sir Phelps who made the shot.

Seeing that the cult warlock was about to publicize his beliefs in the basement with great fanfare, the investigator who was standing aside walked over and slapped the guy hard on the face.

"You still want to promote your evil beliefs? Dreaming!"

The investigator's slap was really powerful.

Standing in the basement, Ronald clearly saw that with the slap, the cult warlock's eyeballs even started to twitch around. In the most optimistic scenario, the lightest is a concussion that can't escape.

And following the investigator's actions, a small doubt also appeared in Ronald's heart.

After all, he resented the attitude of the cult warlocks.

Or... the investigator doesn't want the other party to finish speaking?

Ronald was quietly analyzing the situation here, but the cult warlock had no intention of resting. Seeing that his companion had been slapped all over the place, the others who recovered immediately began to answer the conversation and continued:

"Idiots! If I were you, I would honestly let the Swollen Demon cook food now and eat these gifts. Otherwise, when the whole city is baptized, you will look out of place!"

"..."

"whole city?"

Just now Ronald could calmly watch the group of guys being interrogated, and he still had the time to analyze the situation in his heart. But now that he heard the word from the other party, he was no longer calm.

"What do you mean by the whole city?"

"This is not the only place to do this tonight?"

The cult warlock looked at Ronald who asked the question, and after firmly remembering the man's face, he grinned quite freely:

"My friend, this is salvation!"

"Beautiful things should be shared with everyone. Don't you even understand this most basic virtue?"

"Hahaha--"

For a while, except for the cult warlock who was still grinning wildly there.

The other people in the basement didn't say a word, they looked at each other with serious eyes.

If it was just Sir Phelps making trouble here, then their actions have successfully prevented the accident from happening.

But if this cult warlock isn't lying, he's telling the truth...

Then tonight in Springs, there must be a lot of related things. Even at worst, there may have been a problem a few days ago!

"Everyone, I just destroyed that flesh and blood aggregate. I don't know what the reaction will be to this kind of thing."

"Due to the duties of our investigation bureau..."

Facing the situation in front of him, the investigator immediately began to describe his previous actions. After the explanation was completed, he turned his attention to Ronald:

"Mr. Ronald, I'm going to inform other colleagues to carry out relevant investigation work. Sir Phelps will continue to torture them. Let Miss Elaine be in charge."

After the words fell, the investigator turned his head and walked to the basement.

After the sound of his footsteps disappeared on the upward stairs, Ronald turned his head and said to Sir Phelps:

"Sir Phelps, would you please inform my two female companions?"

"..."

Listening to Ronald's words, Phelps first looked in the direction where the investigator left, and then he sighed and waved his hands:

"Ryan, go to the banquet and call Miss Elaine over."

"Miss Phyllis too."

Hearing the order, the subordinates left immediately.

And watching his subordinates leave, Sir Phelps now has no mood to continue torturing the cult warlock. He casually found a chair in the basement and sat down. While listening to the wild laughter of the cult warlock, the leader of the emerging nobleman showed a helpless expression to Ronald.

"Mr. Ronald, it seems that our business is not over tonight."

"I'm really sorry to bother you..."