Roland continued to deduce the exercises in his study.

Then two rays of light suddenly came through the window, leaving two patches of light on the gray rock wall.

Then one piece is in slow motion in the field, and the other is in slow motion counterclockwise.

Roland saw the two pieces of light and stood up.

This is the code he agreed with Hawke, that is...... The murderer has made a move.

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

Roland walked briskly down the stairs, and then happened to meet Vivien, who was taking her two children to the upper floor to give a tour.

"Vice President, are you going out too?"

Vivien felt a little strange how they were running out one or two today. Most of the time, magicians are very homely, spending their days in the magic tower to study magic.

It's rare to have three people go out in less than an hour, as it is today.

The magicians just don't have enough time in a day, and they wish they had 240 hours a day.

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

Vivien was tempted to say that she would go with her, but she looked at the two children beside her and dismissed the idea.

Roland gave this task to himself, and he couldn't run out to play without completing it, otherwise the idea of shopping with Roland would not be realized, and he might even leave an irresponsible label in Roland's eyes.

"Then you'll have some fun."

Roland smiled and waved at Vivien, and then walked out of the magic tower.

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

Hurry up to the remote spot that has been agreed on a long time ago, where two beggar-looking people are waiting. When he saw Roland, he immediately bowed his head slightly and said, "Your Excellency, our leader asked us to take you out of the city directly." ”

Roland nodded, didn't say anything, followed the two beggars out of the center of the city, and then walked quickly to the dense forest in the northwest of the city.

Entering the dense forest, I walked about 100 meters inside.

In the dim woods, Roland saw Hawke and Link standing not far in front, and a man sat in front of him, Cross.

There was also a disheveled peasant girl standing timidly to the side, looking rather frightened.

Hearing the voice behind them, Hawk and Link both turned around, and when they saw Roland coming, the former chuckled and said, "The next thing is the internal affairs of your magic tower, and we won't be involved." ”

Roland nodded.

Then Hawk and Link left with the bewildered girl next to them.

Then only Roland and Cross were left in the jungle.

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

Roland sighed lightly and asked, "Why?" ”

Roland has always believed that as long as he finds the murderer, he will kill him directly without saying a word, and will not give the other party any chance to speak. After all, it is not a pity for such a villain to die.

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

It wasn't that he was going to let the other party go, he was just curious why Cross did it.

Cross finally raised his head at this time, and he looked at Roland with shame: "I'm sorry, vice president, I don't want this. I just couldn't help it. ”

"There are so many prostitutes in this city, can't you go to them to help? Why do you have to shoot at ordinary girls? And it's so vicious. ”

Cross stood up, and it was then that Roland realized that his hands were broken, sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

"I'm a nobleman, how can I go to those filthy women!" Cross's originally slightly handsome face became distorted: "Even these fairly clean girls are barely enough to be my target for sexual desire." ”

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

Cross said lightly: "I am a nobleman. ”

Roland understood.

The identity gap, some people just value this kind of thing very much.

Roland had heard Vivian say in his spare time that Cross was a member of a declining aristocratic family, and he usually couldn't see anything, but in fact he was a person with strong self-esteem and sensitivity, for fear that others would look down on him.

Everything is hidden in the heart.

The more such people are, the easier it is to go to extremes.

Roland didn't understand the mentality of this kind of person, and he didn't want to understand it, he looked at Cross and said lightly: "Do you have any last words?" ”

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

"Do you think I look like someone who would joke about this kind of thing?" Roland looked at him quietly.

"It's just a couple of untouchable girls...... I could lose money. ”

Roland looked at him quietly.

"Vice President, you won't be so ruthless. Those are really just untouchable girls, and I have never dealt with aristocratic girls. ”

Roland still looked at him quietly.

Cross's face turned pale.

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

Cross's legs weakened and he knelt down: "Vice President, you just see that during this time, I have served you with all my heart......"

With that, a huge blue fist suddenly appeared in front of Roland and slammed into it with a strong wind.

One of the mage's hand derivative spells, Cross uses it well.

But it's a pity that a big blue mage's hand directly holds this fist in the palm of his hand.

But it was just a feint on Kroos' part, and he never felt like he could be a match for Roland.

The attack is just to create a means of escape.

Seeing the two mage's hands collide together, Cross jumped up in a rage and ran straight into the depths of the forest.

It didn't take him a few steps before his movements slowed down.

In less than two seconds, he froze in place.

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

And his legs were frozen.

Ice Ring!

Cross looked at his legs and was even more horrified, and the frost continued to climb up his legs at great speed.

Soon his legs were out of sensation, he turned his upper body with difficulty, looked back at Roland, and wanted to speak, but the heat all over his body was lost, and his muscles were completely out of control.

In two seconds, the frost crawled up to his face, and after another half a second, Cross turned into a snow-white ice sculpture.

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

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

Roland walked up to Cross and sighed softly.

Killed...... But he didn't have much real sense of killing. It feels like I've pinched a small animal to death, and although it's a little tough, it's not psychologically uncomfortable.

Do you still think of this as a game after all?

Or is he born to be cold-blooded?

Roland was confused.