Once many things are delved into, they will inevitably involve a lot of insider information.

That's how Ronald feels at the moment.

The cult warlock's covetousness for Heloise or Ronald was forgotten, but after figuring out the reason, there was even the [Nine Rings Secret Society] involved.

In fact, before coming to the [Rooney Kingdom], Ronald had also heard of the people of the [Nine Rings Secret Society], and they also had activities here.

But I never expected that I would come into contact with it in such a form.

I knew it was like this-

It's better to save people honestly and then just leave.

When the time comes to return to the fleet at sea, even if these guys make something in the [Rooney Kingdom], Ronald doesn't bother to care.

But now......

Now that he knows the news, Ronald wants to ignore it at all, and he can't convince himself psychologically.

"Ahh

Ronald sighed, and the inquiry about Obelek continued to go deeper:

"Since the cult warlock and the people of the [Nine Rings Secret Society] are all coveting Heloise, what is their relationship in this matter based on the information you have?"

Obelek continued:

"They have communicated with each other, but when it comes to finding Heloise, it seems that there is no information exchange at all, and they are completely in charge of their own search."

Hearing this result, Ronald breathed a sigh of relief:

"Well, it's not the worst situation......

“……”

Ronald didn't linger in front of the dilapidated tavern.

Considering the time problem, he walked around the potion-controlled Obolek to ask for information, and at the same time went to the Wanderer's Hall where the [Grede] spell caster was imprisoned.

As for the other former agents of [Entrode]......

According to Heloise's thoughts, Ronald didn't embarrass these guys, but just punished them a little, and stopped dealing with this group of guys who were actually ill-fated.

It wasn't long before the Wanderer Hall appeared in front of them.

Obleuk, in Ronald's hands, has finally passed the state of being dominated by potions.

This agent, who could make a lot of waves not so long ago, was himself a powerful spellcaster.

At this moment, there was only a dull color left on his face.

Ronald tossed him aside like garbage, and the three of them walked straight into the Wanderer's Hall.

- Wanderer's Hall.

This is a general business place in the city of Giorno, specializing in the business of outsiders, so there are many facilities such as gambling or entertainment.

In such a mixed place, Ronald and the others found the property of the 'agents' - a restaurant.

It's like the tavern that was demolished by Ronald just now.

These agents of [Entrode], who have established a base in the [Kingdom of Rooney], seem to have something to do with food.

Ronald thought to himself and paused inconspicuously.

And at this moment, Heloise next to him saw his thoughts.

"Food and drink is one of the agents' favorite professions."

"As long as it's a high-end place, they can listen to the information during the meal, and sometimes they can even start directly at the table."

Ronald nodded lightly in understanding.

Then he pushed the door and walked in, and a speechless and helpless picture appeared in front of him-

The hotel in the guild hall is empty.

Although it didn't take long for Ronald to get here after they caught Obleuk.

However, the agents who delivered the message very quickly had already received the warning in advance, and then all of them were transferred from the hotel. So what remains in front of Ronald and the three at the moment is a mess of empty hotels.

"Speed is the countdown to life – the faster you go, the longer you have to live."

For such a picture, Heloi smiled nonchalantly.

She spoke the proverb that had been circulated among the agents and, based on what she knew about her former colleagues, made a beeline for the back kitchen of the hotel.

Heloise strolled around the hotel, feeling as if she had been there before.

There is no need for Ronald to be reminded behind him.

In less than a minute, she stopped at a chopping table.

Then bend down and pull, and the entrance to the basement hidden here is opened.

Heloise turned back and smiled at Ronald and walked down first:

"Let's go, here it is."

“……”

"The basement, this is really a mysterious feng shui treasure."

Ronald in the rear whispered, and then followed Patricia as well.

After all, the Wanderer's Hall was not a base built by the agents themselves, so they were subject to a lot of constraints when it came to developing the basement.

Directly below the hotel, they only took out the space of a one-bedroom and a living room.

One of them was used as a prison for the spell caster of [Glade], who had been sold into slavery; The larger space left is where the agents work in secret.

Because the transfer was too abrupt.

The escaped guys took only a limited amount of information with them, and because they didn't want to provoke Ronald into a hunt for them, they didn't damage anything left behind.

Compared to the mess of the hotel above, this place is simply undecently tidy!

Faced with such a sight.

Patricia, who rarely spoke on the road, couldn't help but laugh a little:

"I've cleaned countless underground bases, but this is the first time I've encountered something like this."

"That's the benefit of strength." Hearing Patricia's emotion, Heloise, who walked to the door of the prison and accosted her, "Without the backing of [Entrod], these 'old fellows' of mine really know how to survive too well. ”

"Just think about Ronald's strength and the threat it can bring, and they won't act arbitrarily at this time."

Bang Bang Bang –

As the words landed, Heloise also twisted the lock of the prison door.

She dragged the unconscious [Grad] spellcaster, and then patted the other person's cheek.

"Hey, wake up."

“……”

"Hmm......"

The caster was knocked unconscious as the agents fled.

He was woken up by Heloise at this moment, and the look in his eyes was still dazed.

The girl who grabbed herself - I don't know.

The man standing in the back - as if he had seen it somewhere.

The last white-gold figure - Nicklaus!

The slave caster struggled violently, but instead of breaking away from Heloise's grasp, he coughed himself:

"Ahem, ahem—"

"Nicklaus, why Nicklaus, is here!"

"Can't you just let me go?"

“……”

After a few struggles, the words of the slave caster speak for themselves.

For a man who escaped from Glade and made his way to a remote place like Rooney's Kingdom.

Nicklaus, representing the upper echelons of [Grede], appeared in front of him.

Obviously not a good thing.