Mage Joan

Joan said "regret", but his inner emotions were more complicated than that.

He admits that Josephine is very suspicious, but he is reluctant to believe that she really colluded with the marshals of the marsh toads to kill her compatriots, and he is not willing to personally arrest the countess who has been taking care of herself.

Pinkerton glanced at him, perhaps sighing deeply as he saw the entanglement in his heart.

"Failure to catch this cunning woman will cause us a lot of trouble in the next investigation. The longer the time, the more unfavorable to us..."

"Joan, you have to work hard tonight, we can't go back, so as not to alarm some people who are likely to be closely related to the case, do you understand what I mean?"

Joan nodded gently. If Mrs. Josephine learned that what she had done was seen by him and Kepton, most of them would flee overnight, leaving them little time to pursue the suspect.

After all, Pinkerton was very experienced and calm, not eager to track down the whereabouts of Mrs. Josephine, first returned to the edge of the wetland to observe the traces left on the scene, then breathed out, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Joan, did you find that there is one thing missing here."

"Mr. Pinkerton, are you referring to the carriage that was originally parked here?"

Joan noticed that the carriage that Mrs. Josephine and Billy Donald had arrived was no longer there, leaving only a few lines of rut marks on the scene.

"Yes, judging from the traces of rutting, Josephine may have taken advantage of the Donald Jr.'s neutral gear to be controlled by the Marsh Toad, and quietly returned to the carriage and drove back the same way alone."

Ted Pinkerton showed Joan the rut on the ground with his cane.

After careful observation, Joan found that the rut did show signs of turning back. He had to admire Mr. Detective's eyesight, and he deserved to be a high-level ranger who was good at tracking and tracing.

"The traces at the scene showed that Josephine was not in a hurry to escape from the town of Hot Springs, but instead returned to the same way. We can draw two conclusions from it."

"First of all, the sweet words that Josephine said to Donald Jr. were all lies, and she didn’t want to run away with that **** at all, and was more willing to return to the spa town to marry David Kaufman and become the "Spa Palace" hotel. Is the heroine of the scandal, not the heroine of a scandal."

"It can be seen that Josephine is not stupid at all. In the name of "elopement", he tricked Donald Jr out in the middle of the night, purely trying to harm him to death."

"Second, judging by Josephine’s driving back to Hot Springs, she probably left before we appeared to block the marsh toad from hunting Donald Jr., and I didn’t know that she had exposed her fox tail. It is undoubtedly good news."

Joan nodded his head and fully agreed with the detective's analysis of the current situation.

"Mr. Pinkerton, what are you going to do next?"

"In order to avoid alerting the suspects, we can't take the Donald Jr. and the Marsh Toad back to the hot spring town. We can only sleep in the wild tonight. Joan, would you like the kind of spell to build a temporary camp? We need a rest and The "safe house" where prisoners are held."

"No problem, I will cast the spell immediately."

Joan opened the casting material pack, took out a crystal bead, and immediately cast a spell on the edge of the wetland to create a "refuge hut".

Pinkerton was not idle. He first found the injured coma, and applied medicine to his abdominal wounds, so as not to continue blood loss and endanger his life.

The police dog Karl found Billy Donald and screamed, finally making this dude who was scared and paralyzed and dared not open his eyes. He followed Carl into the "refuge cabin" and thanked Pinkerton and Joan for his help. Yep.

"We don't say polite words, Mr. Donald, you are the key witness in the case tonight. We need you to stay here temporarily to assist in the case. This is also to protect your safety. I don't think you will object to this arrangement?"

Pinkerton lit the pipe and took a deep sip, his sharp eyes fixed on Donald Jr.

The shocking **** was shocked by his words and quickly asked, "Mr. Detective, can you guarantee my safety?"

"As long as you don't leave this magic hut without permission, I guarantee you will not suffer any harm."

"That's good, that's good!"

Donald sat down on the ground, leaning against the force field shield, looking tired.

Pinkerton held the pipe and turned to Joan, whispering, "Brother Joan, I will leave for a while. You and Carl stay in the hut, keeping an eye on Donald Jr. and the two marsh men, but Don't let them slip away."

"When are you coming back?" Joan couldn't help asking.

"I went back to town to find two old friends, one of whom was Sheriff Gleason, the town's sheriff."

"At this time, the case has basically been sorted out, and the next step will involve arrests, and the police must be asked to come forward."

"If nothing else, I can get back before dawn."

Joan nodded deliberately.

Ted Pinkerton is only a private investigator who can independently investigate the case, but has no law enforcement power. If he needs to arrest the suspect, strictly speaking, he must be assisted by a police officer to be considered legal.

After the explanation, Ted Pinkerton hurried out of the "refuge cabin", mounted the Phantom Horse, and galloped toward the town.

Joan took Carl around in the hut.

Billy Donald suffered too much fright this night, and now escapes from death, his tense nerves relax and he will soon fall asleep.

Gudela had a sword in his abdomen, he had lost too much blood, and was still in a coma.

Ge Modu was deaf and dumb, and was deaf and dumb. He was **** firmly by the "spirit net" and lay straight on the ground, resembling a mummy.

Joan rubbed the police dog's head and whispered in his ear: "Karl, stare at them carefully."

Carl shook his tail, and the alert eyes showed that he would never relax his guard.

The night was dark, time passed by, and the inside and outside of the hut were silent.

Joan had nothing to do, so he took out the bone cane taken from Elder Chemodo, and held a pen on the smooth head of the cane to depict the No. 4 Rune rune Ansuz, analyzing the spell attached to the cane.

After some appraisal, Joan confirmed that the staff was charged with 10 rounds of energy. For every round of energy consumed, he could activate 4 ring spells to "control the water". After the energy is exhausted, it will automatically fill up the next day.

If you don't mind the slightly horrifying appearance of the bone stick, this is a "water wand" made with standard enchanting techniques.

The stick body is made of a whole pale spine bone. The head of the stick is fixed with a sub-lead bone. The skull cavity is filled with clay and coarse salt particles. After high temperature baking, the skull filling is hardened into coarse pottery.

The coarse pottery has a loose and porous texture, and many large grains of coarse salt are inlaid in the pores. This structure easily absorbs water vapor, so the skull always looks timid.

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