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It is not difficult to simply improve the cognitive ability of the spell puppet.
But if, while ensuring this basic ability, you also have to improve its ability to resist blows, improve the doll's speed, strength, ability to detect enemies, etc this will be very troublesome.
After several experiments, Roland discovered dejectedly that, limited by the nodes and 'memory space' of the spell model, he could only complete two and a half goals at most.
In other words, he can only improve the doll's cognition, resistance to hits, and some speed improvements that are slightly better than nothing.
Such a magic doll doesn¡¯t have much combat effectiveness.
If you don¡¯t move fast, you are just a living target. Moreover, its ability to withstand attacks is not particularly strong, and it is not even qualified to be a fixed-point fort.
"It would be nice if there were more space nodes in the spell model, or if the space was too big. I could fill it with more mental power."
But Roland couldn't find a way to expand the spell model space, or its memory.
The basic knowledge of magic is still too lacking.
Roland sighed and walked around the library for a while, but found no books on this subject.
It¡¯s normal to think about it. Magic apprentices can¡¯t even learn basic zero-level tricks, and this is not a magic town. Of course, there aren¡¯t many valuable books that the magic tower can collect.
Conducting experiments cost him too much time and energy, the magic bar has bottomed out, and the storage in the Ningshen Necklace has also been used up. Roland sat in his study to rest, recovering the large amount of magic points lost due to magic experiments.
At this time, Beta used the guild system to @him.
"Brother Luolan, come quickly to the woods outside the city, where we found someone last time. Hawke and the others have caught the murderer."
Did you catch John? Roland was surprised.
Then he immediately rushed to the woods outside the city.
By this time, there were many people surrounding the place.
A young aristocratic man with fine features was holding a civilian girl hostage, leaning against a big tree with his back in a panic.
And about twenty meters to his left and right, Hawke and Lin blocked his escape direction, and Beta blocked him directly in front.
The expressions of the three of them were ugly, with murderous intent in their anger.
And further away, there was a large group of citizens watching the excitement, pointing nearby.
There are commoners, beggars, and of course nobles.
There is gloating in the eyes of the nobles, pleasure in the eyes of the common people, but the beggars are simply numb.
The three groups are distinct, with a physical gap between them.
When Roland saw the young noble, he was stunned for a moment. It was not John?
He looked carefully at the young noble, who was sweating profusely and holding a short sword on the neck of a young girl.
The girl¡¯s face turned pale with fear, and the young nobleman also had a look of horror on his face.
Roland walked up to Beta and asked, "Did he admit it?"
Beta nodded: "He admitted it. Now he is holding hostages and asking us to leave, otherwise he will kill the hostages."
Roland felt something was wrong.
The murderer had committed the crime for at least several years and killed at least thirty girls. From the scene, it can be seen that the murderer had excellent psychological quality and was a highly intelligent person. It was impossible for him to appear so lost, and it was impossible for him to be killed in a place like this. Caught, so stupid.
It¡¯s as if it wasacted on purpose.
Roland chuckled in his heart.
The noble young man looked at Hawke and Link nervously. After a while, he saw Roland.
Then his pupils shrank and he shouted in horror: "Magic! Let the magician leave, quickly, leave quickly, or I will kill this woman immediately!"
He looked quite frightened, his whole body was trembling, and the dagger in his hand trembled as he scratched the hostage girl's neck, and a stream of blood flowed down the side of the girl's neck.
The girl felt the pain. She cried hard, but she didn't dare to move. She just bit her lip until it bled without even realizing it.
Roland slowly backed away.
"Stay further away." The noble young man roared hard. At the same time, he quickly looked left and right to see if Hawke and the others were pushing towards him, and he was quite alert.
Roland took another dozen steps back.
Then the madness of the noble young man calmed down a little. ?Spellcasters possess magical abilities, and no one dares to say that they do not feel guilty when facing a spellcaster.
¡°Let me go, and I will let this girl go.¡± The young noble shouted at the top of his lungs.
But Roland and others ignored him and stood quietly.
On the contrary, a wave of laughter erupted from the group of nobles in the distance.
Seeing that Beta and others did not move, the noble young man shouted in despair: "I am a noble, what's wrong with me playing with a few untouchable women! Just for a few of them, you want me to die. This is unreasonable, unreasonable!" "
Roland felt a sense of unwillingness in the lung-piercing cry.
"Once again, I am a noble!" The young man roared with a tone of begging: "Let me go, and I can give you money. Enough to buy a dozen women like this."
Hawke, Link, and Beta all sneered.
Looking at this noble young man is like looking at a fool.
Roland said at this time: "I can let you go, but you have to tell me who your accomplice is?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then shouted crazily: "I have no accomplices, no accomplices, I did everything myself!"
Then he looked towards the center of the city, but his sight was blocked by the city wall. Finally he looked at Roland and smiled miserably: "I did it all. Since you want me to die, then I will die."
There was some relief in the young man's desperate smile.
Roland shouted: "Stop him quickly, he is going to commit suicide."
With a swish sound Beta charged directly towards him, almost leaving an afterimage.
But it was still too late. Although Beta successfully knocked the person away, the young man's dagger had already penetrated his heart.
A large amount of Mosaic spurted out from his chest and back.
"Such an injury cannot be saved even with the magic of treating serious injuries."
The young man fell to the ground, staring blankly at the sky. After a few twitches of his arms and legs, there was no movement.
The girl screamed, covered her neck and ran towards the city. She was scared to death.
Roland walked up to the noble young man, looked at the body that was gradually losing its warmth, and sighed helplessly.
The group of nobles were still pointing here, and the civilians and beggars gradually dispersed.
Not long after, two younger aristocratic youths came over with panic on their faces. They threw themselves on the young man's body, called "eldest brother" and buried their heads in tears.
One of the boys was crying and peeking at Roland and Beta from time to time.
His eyes were full of vengeful rage.
Beta felt the other party's gaze. He stood next to Roland and said, "Would you like to ask them about the specific situation? This is obviously wrong. It's more like a scapegoat."
"I can see it." Roland whispered: "Let's pretend this matter is over. Later I will ask Hawke to remove those who are monitoring John."
"Play hard to get?"
Roland nodded gently. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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