"What a thrilling battle, your courage is admirable."

Leaving the ice sculpture exhibition hall, Ronald naturally rushed to the side of the adventurer who had been thrown to the ground.

The man who had launched a Determined Death Blow just now was in an extremely dire state. Aside from injuries to his tendons and skin, even his internal organs were significantly damaged, and his life was clearly in its final countdown.

Luckily, Ronald's life-force healing effect from "Origin of Species" was powerful.

Additionally, this adventurer's injuries weren't complicated by some bizarre magic power of the cultist magician, so, at the critical moment, his life was successfully saved.

"..."

Feeling his wounds rapidly healing, the expression on the adventurer's face was one of astonishment.

As someone who has long navigated various dangerous situations, he clearly knew his own body condition. He had already prepared to say his last words, but now found his previously fatal wounds had been repaired.

Could it be if he wanted to, he could now stand up and jog in place?

"I... am I healed?"

Ronald nodded:

"That's right, I've repaired your wounds. I've even healed the scars from surgery you had long ago."

The adventurer immediately pulled aside his blood-stained clothes.

He was evidently looking at his abdomen, where the surgical incision from his teenage years had completely vanished from the familiar skin of his stomach.

Faced with such truth, he could only shake his head and chuckle wryly:

"You wizards, you're really beyond the pale."

"Mr. Ronald, is Drake okay?" At this moment, other adventurers who had finished the battle also came over, concerned about the man in Ronald's arms, "It looked severe just now..."

Ronald simply patted the back of the adventurer in front of him.

After he stood up by himself, Ronald explained to the crowd:

"See, I've healed his wounds. Come, all of you, come over, and I'll check each of you one by one."

"..."

The process of healing wounds naturally didn't reveal anything unusual.

Not long after, Fleg from the battle on the lake also came over, proving his confidence in the fight was justified.

Compared with the adventurers who were in dire states, risking their lives, this caster didn't even have any scars from the battle, showing his strength.

"Fleg, do you want to have a look at your body?" Although he seemed fine, Ronald still asked impartially, "My spell works well on healing, you could give it a try."

Fleg politely shook his head to refuse:

"I'm basically not injured, so I won't trouble you."

Ronald then continued to check the physical conditions of the other adventurers one by one.

While all this was happening, another event was occurring simultaneously in the building behind them.

With the help of mental fortification, Little Phil regained consciousness much faster than others after being knocked out, just at this moment.

Upon waking up.

Phil didn't cry frightened by the empty surroundings like an ordinary child would.

She quickly assessed her environment and soon discovered and followed the traces left by the crowd leaving.

At this moment, she saw Ronald treating the wounds of the adventurers one by one.

Then she observed a few new marks around the street.

Phil's mind immediately pieced together everything and deduced what had happened here just recently.

"Mr. Ronald!"

Phil ran over and buried herself into Ronald's arms, who had just finished checking the adventurers.

"I... please don't leave me alone..."

Phil's voice trembled.

Ronald didn't expect this child's quick recovery, but sensed her fear and immediately comforted her:

"Phil, I wasn't planning to leave you alone. It's just that during the battle, these uncles and aunts were injured, and I had to heal them. You should have noticed that."

Ronald trusted Phil's observational abilities, so he spoke very frankly.

Phil, just as Ronald hoped, nodded softly in his arms, without fussing or acting spoiled.

Then she used a spell to confirm her state in detail.

Ensuring Phil's psychological state was recovering at an extraordinary speed, Ronald then stood up and spoke to the surrounding adventurers:

"Everyone, since this issue is resolved, I also plan to check out the cultist magician's side next."

"So in this regard, does anyone have any intelligence to provide?"

"..."

Ronald opened his mouth to ask, but the response was a bit disappointing.

The adventurers looked at each other but could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

Apart from the information leaked when the cultist threatened them, they had been on the run from their pursuers all night, with no additional sources of information.

So regarding Cronard's inquiry, the adventurers could provide hardly any help.

"This is quite troublesome..."

Ronald's expression became somewhat bitter.

Among all his means, he didn't have many to interrogate for information, and with Costate not around...

He couldn't possibly rely on Phil, this child, to help him search for the target, could he?

Or— Ronald could use [Precession of the Equinoxes], to reverse time on a dead cultist magician and interrogate the revived person for information?

However, this act of reviving and then killing again was excessively cruel.

What if it resulted in a leak of information?

Just as Ronald was entangled in this issue, the little Phil in his arms took action again.

As if inheriting her detective father's profession.

Phil spoke with determination and certainty:

"Mr. Ronald, I think I can help you find their hiding place."

Ronald's expression was a bit surprised.

Although he didn't want to involve Phil in such matters, seeing the anger hidden in her eyes about her father's death, he eventually changed his words:

"Phil, what clues did you discover?"

The young girl immediately began her analysis:

"First, the location."

"The uncles and aunts encountered the cultist magician at the Antler Tavern. Given the war environment tonight, this somewhat delineates their activity range. Considering the route they took to run to the ice sculpture exhibition and the number of battles with the cultist magicians, factoring in the time it took for them to relay information and give chase, we can further narrow down their range of activity."

Phil paused slightly, her eyes full of thought:

"The map of Waterfall City... I can recall it right now! So their location should be in a building within 2 kilometers south of the Antler Tavern."

"Plus, the number of them—, the almost two-digit number of cultist magicians who chased the uncles and aunts alone suggests their base must hold a significant number of people too..."

Phil conducted her analysis methodically.

And with the deductions, her inner negativity of the past sentiment was replaced by a growing calm.

Finally.

With a deduction that felt as magical as a spell, Phil provided Ronald with a street-specific address, and then, in a serious tone, requested the few others:

"Uncles and aunts, the task of chasing the cultist magicians is very important."

"So during the time we are away, could you help bury my father? An ice burial, the simplest way will do..."

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