CHAPTER 613: CHAPTER 610 DIRECT ACTION

Delving into the industrial district.

Here, there were no longer any signs of the explosion that had occurred before.

Even factories that were off the parade route for the Harvest Day festivities had chosen to cease operations for the day.

Reaching the location in his memory, Ronald Adler reminded Patricia:

"Wait a moment..."

As his words hit the ground, the finely tuned power of ’Fury’ began to expand the range of his spell detection.

Once it spread out for a kilometer.

Ronald discovered a very suspicious target.

Under a factory to the south, four intently prepared casters were gathering, and Ronald could sense that two of them possessed Magic Fluctuations that were extremely strong—clearly experts in possession of Grimoires.

As for the other two...

To Ronald, they might not pose much of a challenge.

But in front of ordinary casters, they were two very dangerous and mysterious forces.

Patricia, noticing the change in Ronald’s expression, asked:

"That’s one of your spells, right? How’s it going, find anything?"

"Mm..."

Ronald nodded slightly.

If you were to ask for his thoughts at the moment... it would be that the enemy seemed a bit weak.

For Ronald Adler, having left the "Infinite Negative Domain," dealing with average Grimoire holders was manageable in a single encounter; only the top-tier experts who mastered the Complete Technique warranted his serious attention.

Facing a group combination of casters from the "Nine Commandments" was truly not challenging for him.

With his mood slightly complicated, Ronald turned his head to continue explaining to Patricia:

"A factory to the south, the sort of underground place where casters like to stay."

"There are four casters from the ’Nine Commandments’ in total, two of them with Grimoires, the other two also skilled figures."

"Grimoire holders, huh..." Patricia nodded marginally, her gaze showing no fear of the enemy’s strength, "Ronald, shall we each take down half?"

Ronald had no objections and continued to move forward, replying:

"Let’s do it your way."

"..."

The "Nine Commandments" had clearly scouted out the situation before they acted.

In the context of the Harvest Day celebration, they had chosen a factory for their hideout, precisely at a weak point in the agency’s security network.

After all, the industrial district was nothing like "Wis University."

As a complete and vast urban district, the agency naturally chose to concentrate its guard forces on the parade routes, rather than the insignificant outskirts.

So, when Ronald and Patricia arrived at the location.

The investigator in charge of that place was just a regular trio with one experienced leading two new agents.

To expect such a group to root out a team of two Grimoire holders.

Indeed seemed a bit unrealistic.

"Patricia, let’s not disturb them."

Walking towards the factory, Ronald gestured quietly towards the position of the agents in the distance.

He was confident in perfectly handling the casters from the "Nine Commandments."

Naturally, he didn’t want to disturb others.

As for Patricia...

The girl had no objection to this suggestion and simply placed her right hand on the hilt of her sword at her waist, proving her thoughts with action.

Taking advantage of the cover of night,

Ronald and Patricia entered the factory in front of them.

The area of this factory wasn’t very large; it was just a small place producing items like sacks of flour.

Faced with just a few factory workers inside,

Ronald cast a "Sleep" incantation as he passed by, instantly completing the preliminary clearing work before battle.

"..."

At that moment, the air inside the factory fell eerily silent.

Ronald Adler didn’t conceal the Magic Fluctuations emitted while casting his Spell, and as he knocked down the workers, Casters from the underground "Nine Commandments" also detected the commotion.

Ronald then turned his head towards Patricia and flashed a smile.

His right hand pointed downwards.

"These guys are still clinging to a fools’ hope, thinking that we aren’t targeting them, that this is merely an ’accidental situation.’"

"..."

Patricia raised an eyebrow.

She knew Ronald possessed Spells to probe people’s hearts, so at that moment, she didn’t doubt his words but directly asked,

"So do we strike them proactively from above?"

"There’s no need to exert that much effort, just force them out."

With a single sentence explaining his plan, Ronald’s subsequent action was simple yet effective.

A mere wave of his hand.

And Hell’s black mist sprawled out in the direction of his gesture.

The Casters hiding underground, feeling no more room for wishful thinking, unleashed defensive Spells and hurriedly rushed out of the entrance to the basement.

"Ro... Ronald?"

"Ronald Adler!"

The person who shouted Ronald’s name was one of the four individuals who emerged, clearly the leader of the group.

He had already sensed something was terribly wrong when he perceived the Spell.

Now, recognizing Ronald on the surface, the expression on his face turned extremely ugly.

Why was this missing fellow appearing here!

According to the information leaked by the organization, this guy should have been trapped in a sealed world by accident, with no reason to return to Springs, right?

Had there been a mishap with the organization’s plan?

Was there a significant change in the sealed world?

Or was it possible that he, at some point, had fallen victim to an Illusion Technique, and everything was a farce?

He had accessed Ronald’s profile within the organization before—this man was one of the most dangerous original text holders in today’s world and had even repeatedly foiled the organization’s plans in Graid.

And now, Harvest Day was approaching.

Did he have to confront Ronald right here, right now?

A torrent of confused thoughts filled his mind, yet before the Caster could make sense of reality, he was stunned by another unexpected change.

"Eh?"

In the few seconds occupied with these thoughts.

Ronald’s figure instantly vanished from his original spot.

Then, a merciless hand clutched the face of the "Nine Commandments" Caster and, with irresistible force, smashed him into the ground behind him.

An enemy attack!

He was being attacked!

Realizing his predicament, the Caster almost instinctively began to recite a curse:

"From the founding..."

Boom—!

Could this kind of person really respond to Ronald’s speed and power?

Only two syllables squeezed out of his mouth before Ronald smashed the back of the Caster’s head into the ground.

The broken bricks even protruded from the surface awkwardly!

Afterwards, the Caster’s neck went limp, and the rising and falling of his chest ceased.

Just as Ronald had anticipated.

Dealing with an enemy of this caliber was now just a matter of facing them, nothing more.

At the same time.

Just a few meters behind Ronald.

Patricia had also moved.

Her white Swordsman outfit and platinum hair turned into a bolt of lightning, its straight path as precise as a ruler’s line.

And before this direct bolt of lightning.

A silver blade was unsheathed, swiftly carving a path right in front of the figure!