Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 260 - 259 Chaotic Scene

Chapter 260: Chapter 259 Chaotic Scene

In the luxurious corridor, the body of the young girl lay quietly on the ground.

Since she had been attacked not long before, her body still perfectly preserved the posture from the moment before her attack. Ronald could even see the shock and confusion on her face.

Not far down the corridor, the person who had just screamed in agony was right there.

It was a middle-aged woman in thick makeup, likely having discovered the body of the servant girl as she was leaving and then collapsing to the ground in fright, her face completely pale.

Seeing Ronald emerge from opening the door, the woman’s eyes widened, and she began to scoot back while sitting on the ground.

Once her back came up against the corridor wall, she had nowhere to retreat.

She stared directly at Ronald, not daring to look away but still stealing glances at the body on the ground with the corners of her eyes, and then spoke in a trembling voice:

"You..."

"Don’t come any closer!"

"..."

Ronald was feeling quite troubled in his heart.

Not because the woman in front of him had mistaken him for the murderer, but rather because of the dilemma of the servant girl’s death.

Trouble had certainly found him at the wrong time.

It was inherently targeted at Ronald himself.

Without much thought, he knew it had to be the people from the "Sardack" theater.

Regrettably, Ronald was now in no position to cast a spell to control the entire theater.

A considerable number of guests were inside the theater, and regular workers were also approaching.

Directly unleashing the power of "Fury" was absolutely not a viable option.

More troubling was that Ronald could not use magic to track down his enemy now.

Due to the recent scream, the emotional state of a large crowd in the theater was drastically fluctuating.

As for identifying the murderer based on people’s actions...

The crowd leaving after the performance provided the perfect cover for the murderer, making distinction practically absurd.

So, what should be done now?

What actions would the opponent take next?

As Ronald pondered this, the theater’s security personnel were already the first ones to arrive, these individuals in blue uniforms coming upon the scene instantly.

—At the open box office door.

—Ronald, looking grim as he surveyed his surroundings.

—The pitiful lady, paralyzed with fright, sitting by the corridor wall.

—And lying on the ground, completely motionless, the servant girl they all knew and who also worked in the theater.

Almost without needing to think, the arriving security personnel immediately pointed their weapons at Ronald:

"Hey you, put your hands up and lie down on the ground now!"

"Stay away from him or I shoot."

"..."

On the other hand, Ronald, hearing this ruckus, just felt a headache coming on.

It was one thing to not find the enemy, but now ordinary people were coming to trouble him as well.

Was he just having a run of bad luck today?

Helplessly shifting his view, Ronald quickly assessed the actual situation of the guards.

Aside from their uniforms, most of them held an old-fashioned type of musket aimed right at him.

From a practical standpoint, Ronald was not at all afraid of their current hostile stance.

The defensive spells brought by the "Divine Comedy - Paradise" were extremely powerful; such outdated bullets could never penetrate its defenses.

It was just unfortunate that these were ordinary people.

He definitely could not let them see the activation of that gleaming white light.

With his hands clasped behind his head, he faced away from the security personnel, crouching down with his hands over his head.

Maintaining this position, at least he wouldn’t be completely devoid of the ability to resist.

Seeing Ronald’s movement, the theater security personnel immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people stood motionless, their guns aimed at Ronald.

A man, who seemed to be the captain, walked forward at this moment, dragging a lady who was so frightened that she reeked of urine, and then immediately moved away from Ronald.

Although facing away, Ronald’s detective abilities informed him of the actual situation, so he naturally took the opportunity to speak:

"I want to declare in advance that I’m just an unlucky bystander in this matter. The deceased on the ground wasn’t killed by me."

As soon as Ronald finished speaking, the lady who had just been dragged away by the security captain screeched:

"It was him, he is the one who did it!"

"I saw this guy coming out of the room, and he was staring at me with a terrifying gaze. He is the murderer!!!"

"..."

Ronald was quite speechless about this situation.

He was very aware that it was impossible to communicate with someone who had lost their reason.

He had to find a way to prove his innocence and preferably not get entangled with this woman.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

When the owner of the footsteps arrived at the corridor and saw the situation, a deeply sorrowful cry came from the man:

"Little Ai... Little Ai?!"

"What happened to you, Little Ai?"

People who were curious had already rushed over to the second floor of the theater.

Thus, aside from Ronald, almost no one on the scene had time to react, and this guy actually made it to the body of the waitress.

His fingers trembling slightly, he touched the girl’s nose, and upon realizing that the person in front of him had stopped breathing, the man who had just arrived tightened in his heart. With a helpless look around, he incredulously placed his hand on the body again to check.

Really... no breathing?

Little Ai...

Dead?

When his mind grasped what this meant,

the man’s blankness in his chest instantly turned into surging fury.

His gaze locked directly onto Ronald, and disregarding everything, he charged forward and swung his fist down at Ronald’s head.

"Tsk——"

Facing such a situation, Ronald clicked his tongue in resignation.

He wasn’t sure how much strength the man was using now, but one thing was certain.

—If the defensive spell activated now, the trouble would only get bigger.

Feeling helpless, Ronald immediately turned around, and before the man’s fist could hit him, he grabbed the man’s wrist.

With his physically enhanced condition as a basis,

in a fight with an ordinary person, he could almost completely control the situation.

And yet, having his fist so easily caught by Ronald did not cause the attacker to hesitate.

Driven by the fury in his chest, he swung his other fist toward him.

"..."

"Sigh——"

Ronald could only sigh, then he kicked at the man’s lower leg.

The man, who was recklessly swinging his fists, instantly lost his balance, and Ronald immediately took advantage of the man’s posture, then mimicked a joint lock technique he had seen before and subdued him.

No matter how much the man struggled, he could no longer resist Ronald’s restraint.

Finally, could he resolve the ensuing issues?

Thinking this,

Ronald slightly lifted his head.

A few meters away in the corridor, security personnel were aiming their guns at him.

Their expressions were extremely tense.