Roland continued to deduce the spell puppet model in his study.

Then two rays of light suddenly shot in from the window, leaving two light squads on the gray rocky walls.

Then one piece turns clockwise and slow motion, and the other piece turns counterclockwise and slow motion.

Roland saw two squads and stood up.

This is the code he and Hawke made, which means... the murderer has made some moves.

Finally, after waiting for two months, the murderer finally couldn't help it.

Roland quickly walked down the stairs, and then happened to meet Vivian who was taking two children upstairs to visit the explanation.

"Vice President, are you going out too?"

Vivian felt a little strange. Why did both of them run out today? Most of the time, the magicians are very homeless and stay in the magic tower every day to study magic.

Like today, three people go out in less than an hour, which is rare.

Magicians only think that there is not enough time every day, and they wish they could spend 240 hours a day.

"Yes, go out for a walk and do magic tests every day, and people are almost stunned."

Vivian wanted to say that she would go with her, but she looked at the two children around her and immediately gave up the idea.

Roland handed over this task to himself, and he had to run out and play without completing it. Otherwise, the idea of ​​going shopping with Roland would not be realized, and he might even put an irresponsible label in Roland's eyes.

"Then you have fun, President."

Roland smiled and waved his hand at Vivian, then came out of the magic tower.

Then his face changed, he became very serious, and even had a little murderous aura.

Come to the remote place that you had already agreed upon, where two beggar-like people were waiting. When you saw Roland, you immediately lowered your head slightly and said, "Oh, our boss, let us take you out of the city directly."

Roland nodded without saying anything, followed the two beggars away from the center of the city, and then quickly walked into the dense forest northwest of the city.

Entering the dense forest, I walked in about a hundred meters further.

In the dark forest, Roland saw Hawk and Link standing not far ahead, and a man fell from the front, Cross.

There was also a disheveled farm girl standing timidly on the side, looking quite frightened.

Hearing the voice behind, Hawke and Link both turned around. When they saw Roland coming, the former chuckled and said, "The next thing is the affairs inside your magic tower, so we won't participate."

Roland nodded.

Then Hawk and Link left with the at a loss girl next to them.

Then only Roland and Cross remained in the jungle.

Cross lowered his head, not daring to look at Roland.

Roland sighed lightly and asked, "Why?"

Roland has always believed that as long as the murderer is found, he will kill him without saying a word and will not give the other party any chance to speak. After all, such a villain is not worth jealous.

But after actually finding the murderer and finding that he was his acquaintance, Roland felt that he should listen to the other party's defense.

He didn't mean to let the other party go, he was just simply curious about why Cross did this.

Cross finally raised his head at this time, and he looked at Roland with shame: "Sorry, Vice President, I don't want this. I just can't help it."

"In this city, there are so many prostitutes, can't you be able to find them to work hard? Why do you have to attack ordinary girls? And kill people? This is too much."

Cross stood up, and Roland realized that his hand had broken, sweating and a pale face.

"I am a nobleman, how can I find those dirty women!" Cross's face turned distorted, "Even these pretty clean girls can only be my target of venting desire."

"Then why kill them? I believe it is not difficult to find a long-term, relatively clean lover with your identity and appearance." Roland asked lightly.

Cross said lightly: "I am a nobleman."

Roland understood.

Some people value this kind of thing very much in the identity gap.

When Roland was free, he heard Vivian say that Cross was a member of a declining noble family and could not see anything at all, but in fact he had a strong self-esteem and was very sensitive, for fear that others would look down on him.

All thoughts are hidden in your heart.

The more people like this, the more likely they are to go to extremes.

Roland didn't understand such a person's mentality and didn't want to understand it. He looked at Cross and said lightly: "Do you have any last words?"

Cross's face turned paler: "Vice President, you're kidding."

"Do you think I'm like someone who's going to joke about things like this?" Roland looked at him quietly.

"It's just a few girls from the Untouchables...I can lose money."

Roland looked at him quietly.

"Vice President, you can't be so cruel. Those girls who are really just plain dignitaries, I have never attacked the noble girls."

Roland was still watching him quietly.

Cross's face turned blue.

He knew very well that if a person with a calm personality like Roland didn't speak, the matter would be really serious.

Cross's legs weakened and he knelt down: "Vice President, just look at this time, I'll serve you with all my strength..."

Having said that, a huge blue fist suddenly appeared in front of Roland and rushed over with a strong wind.

One of the derivative spells of the wizard's hand, Roland's teachings, uses them well.

But unfortunately, a big blue mage hand directly held the fist in his palm.

But this was just Cross's feint, and he never felt that he might be Roland's opponent.

Attack is just to create means of escape.

Seeing the two mage hands colliding together, Cross jumped up and ran directly into the deep forest.

But after a few steps, his movements slowed down.

In less than two seconds, he was still in place.

He looked at the ground and at some point, the surrounding ground had been frozen by a large layer of frost.

And his legs were frozen.

Ice ring technique!

Cross looked at his legs and was even more shocked. Bings continued to climb up along his legs at a very fast speed.

Soon his legs disappeared. He turned his upper body with difficulty and looked back at Roland, trying to speak, but the heat in his body was losing and his muscles were completely out of control.

In two seconds, Frost climbed to his face, and in another half a second, Cross turned into a snow-white ice sculpture.

At this time, with Roland as the center, within a radius of 100 meters, it completely turned into a frost world.

All the trees were covered with a layer of white frost.

Roland walked to Cross and sighed softly.

He killed someone...but he didn't have much sense of killing. He felt like he had killed a small animal. Although he was a little forced, he was not uncomfortable.

After all, do I still regard this as a game?

Or is it that I am born to be a cold-blooded person?

Roland was confused.

Master is always your uncle
Chapter completed!