CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 612 THE GIFT LEFT BEHIND

Swish, swish, swish—

Seeing that the enemy had lost the ability to resist, Patricia sent down a few more slashes with her sword.

But this time, her attacks were all delivered by smashing.

After several flashes of silver light, the defense spells shattered completely, and Patricia’s sword blade rested precisely on the enemy’s neck.

"..."

The Caster from the Nine Commandments barely regained consciousness.

He looked up to see a plain longsword without any distinguishable features pressed against his neck, its chill almost palpable against his skin.

"Cold Strike Blade..."

"Were you well-prepared, even bringing something like this?"

Patricia showed no intention of answering.

Her tone was even as she said,

"Tell me everything you know, and I promise you won’t die."

"..."

"Won’t die?" the Caster from the Nine Commandments forced an ugly smile, "If it weren’t for your despicable surprise attack, do you think you could have captured me this easily?"

"Don’t be so arrogant, Nicholas!"

Patricia simply pushed the blade forward slightly, piercing the skin on his neck:

"You have already lost."

"..."

The harsh reality and the girl’s judgment sunk in, causing the Caster’s eyes to change immediately.

"I’ve lost, indeed I have."

"If I confess everything now, after the original text is seized, someone worthless like me could naturally be locked away in the investigator’s prison, and then spend the rest of my life with those ignorant fools..."

"Do you think that’s possible?"

Toward the end, the Caster’s tone suddenly changed.

With an air of indifference to life or death, he sharply lifted his neck, directly letting Patricia’s sword make a cut on himself.

Clatter—

Afterward, the Caster’s body fell to the ground.

Due to being cornered by Patricia previously, his body, now gradually losing life, curled up like a crumpled rag, and only a broken voice could be heard:

"Damned trash..."

"Dream on..."

Patricia looked at the man beneath her, her expression unchanged.

With a flick of her sword to shake off the blood, she turned crisply towards Ronald:

"Ronald, the intelligence is from your side..."

"Careful!"

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ronald let out a warning.

Patricia sensed something unusual behind her.

She quickly turned around, preparing to swing her sword, but as she was about to act, a powerful force pulled Patricia in front of Ronald.

"Go—"

He uttered the single syllable that communicated his intention.

Almost at the same time, the pure white wings of the "Chariot of God" extended from behind Ronald. With his left hand, he held a prisoner controlled by the power of "Fury", and with his right, he grabbed Patricia, then leaped high into the air, breaking through the factory roof and flying toward the sky.

And below them, the factory began to exude a twisting Magic Fluctuation.

That original text holder of the Nine Commandments.

As he took his last breath, he activated the trial of his original text with the last of his consciousness!

This final struggle before death was completely uncontrollable.

The trial area expanded gradually, and in about a dozen seconds, the entire factory would be engulfed.

"Run!"

At that moment, Ronald found a moment to issue the command.

Seeing a few ordinary people being steered out of the danger zone at the factory entrance, he then moved positions with his companions, landing on the ground.

"I’m sorry, it was my negligence," Patricia immediately admitted her mistake upon landing.

Patricia was well aware that the root of the enemy’s desperate struggle was her own lack of ruthlessness.

"It’s fine, at least our source of intelligence is still intact."

Ronald comforted Patricia, his gaze still fixed on the factory.

Such a large disturbance of magic fluctuations had instantly alerted the investigator responsible for the area. With the festival approaching, the three of them sent signals to contact their comrades while rushing toward the factory to take control of the situation.

Ronald entertained the idea of retrieving the grimoire.

But now, entering the trial, the potential dangers aside, the unpredictable loss of time was a concern he could not accept.

Should the subsequent operations be delayed by even a segment,

many things might no longer be feasible in time.

It was at this moment that Patricia spoke up,

"Ronald, the investigators from the bureau are on their way."

Ronald nodded slightly,

"Let them handle this. We should first interrogate this fellow."

As he spoke, Ronald dragged the unconscious caster into a secluded corner, reached into his pocket, and immediately pulled out a magic potion he had recovered earlier in the apartment—Heloise’s Truth Serum.

Having lived with Heloise for so long, the two had shared hiding places for some of their belongings.

Just now, in the apartment, Ronald had found these familiar items.

Heloise must have believed that Ronald would return.

Thus, she had hidden these ’gifts’ in a place only they knew about, in case Ronald might need them upon his return.

Meanwhile, Patricia watched as Ronald poured the magic potion into the enemy’s mouth.

She unusually offered additional information,

"I’ve looked into this drug since I last saw it. It was newly developed by the Entrode Spy Agency, and only a very few people have the authorization to use it."

"I know." Ronald nodded lightly.

He understood that Patricia was reminding him that there might be something amiss with Heloise’s identity.

To offer such a subtle hint.

Patricia’s goodwill was very clear.

Snap, snap—

Privately acknowledging this kindness, Ronald was also quick to act.

Making sure the magic potion was in the caster’s stomach, he swiftly slapped the man awake.

The Nine Commandments caster’s lucidity was brief.

His hazy eyes had barely registered Ronald’s gray irises before the overpowering effect of the drug, which disrupted his thoughts, surged forth.

"Ugh..."

Soon, he too became slack-jawed and vacant-eyed.

The Entrode Spy Agency’s product was reliable; the reaction of this victim was almost identical to that of several previous ones.

So, Ronald began to ask,

"What is your name?"

"Ferloc Troos."

"Your identity?"

"Member of the Nine Commandments... Caster..."

"As for the Harvest Festival attack plan, how much do you know?"

"Our side—to cause as much disruption as possible, draw the city’s guards’ attention, and cover for the main forces to successfully launch an attack on the festival procession."

Hearing this, Ronald and Patricia exchanged glances.

Then they continued to interrogate,

"What about the cult magicians?"

"The city’s cult magicians, do you have any contact with those people?"

At that moment, under the control of the magic potion, the caster from the Nine Commandments had a dazed look, but his answer was concise,

"Yes—"