98 Scapegoa (1/2)

It wasn't difficult to improve the cognition of Spell Puppets alone.

But if under the premise of ensuring this basic ability, he had to also improve the puppet's resistance, speed, strength, and the ability to isolate an enemy, and so on… That would be very problematic.

After several experiments, Roland disappointedly discovered that he could only accomplish two and a half of those objectives at most, as subjected to the nodes and capacity of the spell model.

In other words, he could only increase the puppet's cognitive ability, resistance, and… some speed that was barely noticeable.

A magic puppet like this didn't have much battle prowess.

If its movement speed wasn't quick enough, it would simply be a live target. In addition, its resistance wasn't particularly strong either, so it couldn't even qualify as a fixed fort.

”If only the spell model had more nodes or more space. I would be able to put more mental power into it.”

However, Roland couldn't find a way to expand the spell model's space or memory.

His basic knowledge of magic was still too deficient.

Roland sighed and wandered around the library for a while, but found no books on this subject.

It wasn't surprising. The magic apprentices couldn't even learn the basics of level-zero tricks properly, and besides, this place wasn't even considered a major center of magic. It was only natural that there weren't many valuable books that the Magic Tower could store in its collection.

The experiments consumed too much of his time and mental power; his mana bar was exhausted and the reserve in the necklace was also used up. Roland was sitting in his study resting, regaining the large amounts of mana he had lost through the magic experiments.

At this moment, Betta used the guild system to @ him.

”Brother Roland, come quickly to the forest outside the city, where we were looking for people last time. Hawk and his men have caught the murderer.”

Caught John? Roland was surprised.

Then he hurried to the grove outside the city.

There were already a lot of people present at this moment.

A young nobleman with fine features held a civilian girl hostage, leaning against a tree and panicking.

About twenty meters to his left and right, Hawk and Link obstructed his path of escape, while Betta stood at his front.

The three of them all had unfriendly expressions, indignant with murderous intent.

Slightly further away, a large crowd of onlookers stood nearby, gesticulating.

There were commoners, beggars, and of course, there were nobles.

The nobles had epicaricacy in their eyes, the commoners had delight in their eyes, and the beggars… were simply numb to all this.

The three groups were entirely separate—there was a physical gap between them.

He studied the young nobleman, who was sweating and holding a dagger to the young girl's neck.

Terror-stricken, the young girl's face was pale without any signs of blood, and the young nobleman, too, looked frightened.

Roland walked over to Betta and asked, ”Did he admit it?”

Betta nodded. ”He confessed. Now he's taking hostages. He's asking us to leave, or he'll kill the hostages.”

Roland felt that something was wrong.

The murderer committed crimes for at least a few years, killing at least over thirty girls, and from the crime scene one could tell that the murderer had an extremely composed psychology—someone who was highly intelligent. It was impossible for him to look so scared out of his wits, and also impossible to be caught in this kind of place. It would just be too foolish.

It was as if… he deliberately acted like this.

Roland chuckled.

The young nobleman looked nervously at Hawk and Link, and after a while he noticed Roland.

Then his pupils contracted and he cried in horror, ”Mage! Tell the mage to leave, quickly, leave quickly, or I will kill this woman at once!”