When Ronald spoke, he seized the opportunity just as the patrol personnel in the inner circle of the manor were staggered.

With their extraordinary physical abilities.

They easily bypassed a few fixed sentry posts and then reached the core area of the entire base.

Targeting their confirmed location, Ronald and the other two arrived at the basement entrance guarded by spell casters in just over three minutes, based on absolute knowledge of the terrain and excellent surveillance of all caster positions.

"…"

Observing the two guards inside the room, Ronald's gaze sharpened.

The previous obstacles encountered could be crossed or bypassed using detection abilities, but guards specifically stationed at the door could not be resolved this way.

Therefore…

Going outside now to knock someone unconscious and using Divine Comedy's magic to disguise as their identity?

This method is highly impractical.

Ronald's understanding of the Dawn Spell Society is only superficial, and he cannot respond to their internal passwords or such things; ordinary external disguise is not reliable.

Thus, to pass through here, the only way is to deal with the guards at the door.

Then use word spirit magic to control them.

After pondering for a few seconds, Ronald immediately made up his mind.

He was here to complete a commission to investigate the situation, not to destroy this Dawn Spell Society base, so the method of intrusion should avoid causing fatalities as much as possible.

"Boss, leave them to me!"

Ronald mobilized magic power, ready to take action.

But at that moment, Il, who was behind him, suddenly darted forward.

This inherently non-human creature had an astute ability to observe details. During the time Ronald was analyzing the situation and making decisions, Il had already guessed all of Ronald's thoughts through his gaze.

And considering his current status.

Il chose to act unhesitatingly and did so to please Ronald, his actual master.

Swoosh—

In the slightly dim first floor of the building, Il's figure rapidly moved forward, crossing several meters in the blink of an eye and reaching the two casters guarding the underground entrance.

And by the time those two realized they were being attacked.

They were already grasped by the neck, lifted off the ground by Il with one hand each.

"Uh...who..."

As they planned to lower their heads to confirm the attacker's identity and appearance, Il's voice rang in their ears as if passing judgment:

"Perhaps you should take a rest first."

Buzz!

Immediately, the two casters felt a light pain on their neck.

Next, a cold liquid surged into their brains through the arteries in their necks, and they had no time to react before losing consciousness under the control of this liquid.

In less than three seconds, Il successfully subdued the two guards at the basement entrance!

However, this was actually very simple for her.

Although her physical qualities were not as exaggerated as Ronald's full enhancement, Il was born as the most powerful creature under the influence of the Organic Encyclopedia, and she was once a ruler of a vast area in Yizi Forest.

For such a monster, capable of competing with large academic factions using her abilities.

Dealing with two small casters.

Was indeed easy.

"..."

Having completed her task, Il casually placed the two casters on the ground, and then approached Ronald with a pleasing smile:

"Boss, I did a good job, right!"

"Unlike you wizards, I subdued them entirely using biological techniques, which can't be detected by any weird detecting magic!"

"You call that biological techniques? That's biological poisoning!" Ronald countered Il's statement with words, but his expression showed satisfaction with her accomplished task.

But before entering the basement through the entrance, Ronald looked at the two casters lying on the ground and thoughtfully confirmed:

"Il, your methods won't harm their lives, right?"

"Of course not!"

Il immediately responded to Ronald's inquiry:

"I know your attitude towards ordinary people, so they are just comfortably sleeping here. They will wake up refreshed like normal people from a dream in seven or eight hours, without any aftereffects or physiological impact."

Only then did Ronald feel assured:

"That's good then..."

"..."

Having dealt with the guards at the door, the trio continued on towards the basement interior.

Perhaps due to good luck, the basement guarded by two casters at the entrance was currently unoccupied. After casually resolving some trigger and preventive spells, the rather spacious basement was completely open to Ronald and the other two.

A quick glance around confirmed it was a laboratory-like area.

Besides equipment, documents, and areas convenient for casters to conduct experiments and research, the center of the basement had a particularly cleared floor.

In the center lay a stable long table connected tightly to the floor, covered by a white waterproof fabric of some sort - a very typical dissection experiment table.

"This must be our target."

Ronald immediately moved towards the long table.

As he had just sensed non-human magic fluctuations, their source was on this very table.

With a rustle—

Ronald swiftly uncovered the white cloth.

What appeared before them prompted all three to utter its identity in unison:

"This is… a fish?"

Is this what caused the Twelve Witch Society to feel uneasy?

Gazing at the body on the table, Ronald furrowed his brows.

The scales on the body, elongated form, and unmistakable physiological structure, although dissected, undoubtedly belonged to a barracuda.

The only unique aspect was the clearly present magic fluctuations on its body.

"..."

Ronald naturally recalled the previous encounter of the fleet at sea.

At that time, the fleet was attacked by deep-sea beasts due to the ship's casters repeatedly catching this kind of marine creature naturally born with magic?

Is Costate, this coastal city, about to face a similar problem?

Faced with such a discovery, Ronald paused in contemplation, while Il couldn't resist advancing and began to touch the fish corpse. Due to the previous dissection by the Dawn Spell Society, access to its internal structure was now easy.

"Not right?"

Just then, Costate suddenly turned, looking towards the stairs leading downward. His tone was considerably wary as he reminded:

"Sir, something is coming our way!"