Chapter 587 Tracking
"Can you change your name?" Ron gets PTSD when he hears the word "Lord". "I'm having a lot of cultists here right now. They keep calling me Lord. Sigh..."
The cultists from all over the world come to the Delusion Land to join in the fun, which is really annoying.
"Sorry, I mean the goddess," Masalino smiled. "Creatures like cultists are always inexhaustible, aren't they? Fortunately, you are now under the care of the gods, so it shouldn't be that bad..."
"The gods did bless us, but for some reason, it didn't work when we needed it," Ron told the planeswalker about what he and his team had just experienced. "That was a silver dragon, and it could do magic. I think there should be a way that could work, right?"
"The gods have their own considerations, Mr. Ron," Masalino listened carefully to Ron's slightly complaining story, and finally said solemnly, "Please believe them, they will not abandon this place."
"But speaking of cultists..." Mr. Mage, who already looked younger than Ron, stopped stroking his beard and patted his hair instead. "Do they all have bald heads and tattoos on them?"
"How do you know?!" Ron's face suddenly changed. "Where have you seen them? Those with such features are their middle and high-level members!"
"I see!" The planeswalker's face showed a look of understanding. "It seems that my visit this time should also be the will of the gods - take a look at this, could it be the opponent you have seen?"
A projection of a slender and charming woman appeared in Masalino's hand, with a bald head and a black dragon tattoo. The only difference was that her clothes were bold and full of "primitive feeling". The projection of the planeswalker was very clear, and Ron could even see some small scales on the other's arm.
As his eyes moved slightly, Ron's eyes suddenly focused: on one of the fingers of this female projection, Ron saw a familiar ornament - it was a luxurious ring.
"I haven't seen this woman, but this," Ron nodded at the projection, stretched out his hand to take out two rings to show Masalino, "I have collected two, a total of four."
Ron's words didn't matter, Masalino immediately regretted and slapped his head: "Oh! Oh! I should have been more careful at the time! That woman appeared in the lobby of the trading post before and tried to seduce me, I should have tricked her ring! What a pity, what a pity!"
"Even if you are now a handsome man, the ring is very important to them, and it may not be easy to trick it," Ron smiled slightly, "You said she appeared at the trading post before? Is she still there now?"
It depends on how the planeswalker came to Green Swamp Town. If it was teleported, the bishop would probably be unable to escape.
But unfortunately, Masalino shook his head with regret: "I'm afraid I can't catch up. I walked all the way here slowly, and I stayed in the village under your rule for two nights..."
"But I still got some information: the other party said her name was Catherine - oh, just ignore me."
Although ordinary civilians would not choose this name, even so it can't resist its charm - the number of girls with this name is probably only less than Anna Marie Jane...
But Masalino did not gain nothing, at least he got a clear image of the other party, with this, Ron and the others have the capital to track the other party. Knowing the name only further improves the success rate and accuracy of the entire spell.
Suddenly there was a clue about the last funeral bishop, not to mention Ron, even the planeswalker couldn't sit still, and the two immediately rushed to Gilliannis's research institute to prepare the venue and start casting.
The moon elf and Masalino were not familiar with each other, but she saw the image in the other party's hand and immediately understood what the two were going to do, so she didn't stop them, but just stood aside and watched them cast spells.
Ron's magician came from Gillianis, while Masarino had other ways of learning. With the knowledge of both parties complementing each other, a spell more sophisticated than conventional arcane was activated. The illusory light passed through the roof and rushed straight to a target in the distance.
It's done!
Ron's heart was shocked, and he quickly stabilized the magic of the arcane again. Although the spells optimized by the two people are more effective, the requirements have also been raised. No mistakes are allowed at this time!
The target gradually became clear in Ron's eyes, and its coordinates were also revealed. However, Ron noticed that there seemed to be some interference around the other party, making it impossible to get a completely accurate result.
Is it another funeral bishop?
This adventure of killing two birds with one stone and drawing two yellow cards made Ron excited, and he readjusted the spell to try to sense another existence. However, just when the figure that was very similar to the spirit captured by Gillianis before was about to appear in Ron's mind, a cold snort suddenly exploded in his spiritual world!
Boom!
"Sir Ron!" Marsalino noticed something was wrong and rushed to rescue him, but even so, Ron turned pale and fell backwards to the ground.
"Is this a counterattack?" Gillianis frowned slightly, "The last bishop turned out to be a good spellcaster?"
Ron panted on the ground and slowly recovered after a while, but his face was still ugly: "No, it's not that bishop, it's someone else."
He tried hard to recall everything that had just happened. That cold snort was only the result, not the process, which meant that all the information he had seen was erased. Before that...
Ron subconsciously took out a gold coin and fiddled with it unconsciously in his hand. He didn't even notice that the gold coin had two figures, that is, it had two fronts.
From the known to the known... Suddenly, Ron's mind became clear, and some forgotten memories appeared in his mind as if he had recalled them by chance, rolling like clouds and mist.
In the clouds and mist, the figures of two bald men and women became clear. One of them was the female bishop they were looking for, and the other was the cultist that Quest had seen.
Around them, some tall figures shrouded in dark shadows silently surrounded them, until the next moment, one of the creatures suddenly lifted his hood and snorted!
At the same time, the huge and snow-white crow wings seemed to cover the sun, moon and stars, and were stuck on Ron's face - or memory!
The hooded being had a face as withered as a dead person, pale and weak, just like... Yelena, but this person's face was covered with patterns like the veins of leaves.
A shadow spirit! (End of this chapter)
