Mystic Dominator

Ronald comforted Sir Phelps in the basement.

In less than five minutes, the servant who went to the main venue of the banquet to inform Elaine also returned here, and naturally followed Elaine and Heloise.

Just walked into this dark basement full of laughter.

Elaine and Heloise wrinkled their noses almost at the same time, a trace of caution flashed in their eyes.

Seeing the expressions of the two girls, Ronald naturally got up and walked over:

"Eileen, we found out that these guys are still engaged in cult rituals, and the scale is not small. The investigator who was in charge of this place informed other people, and he left a message saying that you should interrogate these people."

"Hmm." Elaine nodded calmly.

While Heloise approached Ronald to ask in a low voice, the young investigator walked up to the laughing cult warlock and grabbed the guy by the chin.

Click——

The laughter stopped abruptly.

In the cold and quiet basement, the few people with better hearing heard the sound of bones breaking, and this person... could only be the cult warlock whose jaw was pinched by Elaine.

By the way, the jaw is crushed, so is it okay to interrogate?

It wasn't until this idea came to Ronald's mind that Elaine began to adopt more brutal methods.

The young and beautiful investigator girl accepted the task of interrogation.

But it didn't mean to interrogate at all.

After crushing the cult warlock's chin with his left hand, his free right hand made a big circular arc, aimed at the guy in his hand, and slapped him.

Snapped!

next second.

A clear and loud slap sounded on the face of the cult warlock.

Ronald clearly saw several teeth flying out of this guy's mouth, a slap on his face immediately swelled up, and even his jaw was completely slack.

We met in less than five seconds,

Yi Lian started with a series of fierce movements.

I can't see what she means to interrogate at all.

Amidst this sudden sadism, several bound cult warlocks were also dumbfounded.

These people naturally know how ruthless the investigators are to them.

But if they didn't even conduct an intelligence interrogation, did the investigator want to kill them directly?

However, at this moment when everyone was dumbfounded.

Elaine, who was still dragging the cult warlock in front of her, had a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

Then she threw the person in her hand on the ground like throwing garbage, and she turned around to drag another cult warlock to her face.

"You...what are you doing!" Facing this situation, the cult warlock shrank back almost subconsciously.

It was this action that made Elaine smile triumphantly.

"You are the one."

As soon as the voice fell, the investigator girl's palm was unknowingly entangled with magic power.

The moment he grabbed the heretic warlock, the palm of the constructed spell grasped his face, and it took effect immediately.

Emotions and spell effects interact with each other.

The cult warlock who could still make an expression of command gradually became dull.

After about five or six breaths passed, the guy's saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably, as if he had lost his sanity.

"Well……"

boom--

Seeing that her spell was fully effective, Elaine did not stop.

She shifted her gaze to the face of the last sober cult warlock, tapped her toes, and whipped her past. After seeing that this person also lost consciousness, Elaine turned to look at Ronald.

"Almost, we can begin the interrogation."

"You...you please continue..." Ronald's eyes were a little dull, and he raised his hand to signal Elaine to continue.

It's probably not the first time Elaine has encountered such a situation.

Nodding quietly, the girl turned around and began to ask:

"Speak, tell us all about your plans for this ceremony."

"..."

The cult warlock still had a dull expression on his face.

But under the influence of the spell, he still discerned the meaning of Elaine's words, and then replied in a trance:

"In order to save the vast number of ignorant people, the lord in red ordered our fifteen teams to act separately, hold a ceremony at the predetermined location to summon the demon of swelling, and cook the food of salvation for everyone."

Elaine's eyes tightened:

"The demon of swelling...the food of redemption..."

"Tell me about the origin of these two things."

The cult warlock still began to answer honestly:

"The demon of swelling is a servant of the upper realm born through the flesh and blood mixing ceremony. It cooks food with its own flesh and blood, and uses illusion to control the people around it to spread it, and finally self-destruction and cooking process; the food of redemption is the food of swelling. It is a special tribute that does not contain magic power, but is normal and delicious, and anyone who eats this kind of food will be marked by the great existence as a believer who can be redeemed."

Hearing this, Elaine was silent for a few seconds and then exhaled:

"call……"

"Okay, now tell me where your ceremony is scheduled."

The cult warlock responded immediately:

"The Lorbo Mansion in the White Star District, the Dining Hall of Vail University in the Riverbank District, the Berent House at No. 24 Oyer Street in the Organ District, and the Smelly Shoes Road in the Borderwood District..."

One location after another came from the mouth of the cult warlock.

Elaine took out a pen and paper and recorded them one by one.

After the last name was finished, she also stood up straight with satisfaction, and then looked at Sir Phelps who was still sitting on the chair;

"Sir Phelps, my main question is over, do you have anything to ask?"

"I...I believe in the capabilities of the Bureau of Investigation." Phelps opened his mouth, originally planning to say something. But he stopped his original words halfway, and instead put on a wry smile, "After all, I still need to host the banquet above, and I will leave the matter here to Miss Elaine."

After finishing speaking, the rising figure of the aristocracy turned his head and left the basement.

From the severed back, it was obvious that he no longer had any curiosity about this place.

Watching the figure of Sir Phelps leaving.

Ronald also understood the choice made by the emerging nobleman. Feeling emotional in his heart, he walked up to Elaine and asked:

"Eileen, didn't this guy mention some people in red giving orders? Why don't you ask?"

Hearing this question, the young investigator girl showed a hint of helplessness on her face.

"Mr. Ronald, that's what you don't know."

"The secrecy of these cult warlocks has always been like a colander, but the protection of some key people is surprisingly strong. If you don't believe me, look..."

While speaking, he turned his head and asked the cult warlock:

"Hey, let me introduce your Red Clothes."

"..."

"Uh... ah ah ah!"

The body of the cult warlock who had a sluggish expression froze suddenly.

Just as he was about to say something, he vomited blood in a blink of an eye, and then fell down weakly.

Pointing to the cult warlock who seemed unable to survive, Elaine curled her lips:

"Look and see."

"God knows what these cult warlocks are thinking?"