It is not difficult to improve the cognitive ability of spell puppets alone.

But if you have to improve your ability to fight and attack while ensuring this basic ability, increase the speed, strength, ability to seek enemies, etc.... This is very troublesome.

After several experiments, Roland was dejected to find that due to the nodes and 'memory space' of the spell model, he could only achieve two and a half goals at most.

In other words, he can only improve the doll's cognitive ability, ability to resist hits, and... some speed improvements that are slightly better than nothing.

Such a magic doll doesn't have much combat power.

The movement speed is not fast, just a living target. Moreover, the ability to resist hits is not particularly strong, so you don’t have the qualifications to be a fixed-point turret.

"It would be great if the spell model had more space nodes or had too much space. I could fill in more mental power."

But Roland could not find a way to expand the space of the spell model, or its memory.

The basic knowledge of magic is still too scarce.

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

It's normal to think that magic apprentices can't even learn basic zero-level tricks well, and this place is not a magic center. Of course, there are not many valuable books that can be collected by the Magic Tower.

It took him too much time to do the experiment, and the game was about to be closed in half an hour. Roland sat in his study to rest, replying to the large amount of magic value lost due to magic experiments.

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

"Brother Roland, come to the woods outside the city. It's where we found someone last time. Hawke and the others caught the murderer."

Had John been caught? Roland was surprised.

Then he immediately rushed to the woods outside the city.

At this time, there were already many people around there.

A young noble man with beautiful eyes held a civilian girl hostage and leaned against a big tree, looking panicked.

About twenty meters left and right, Hawke and Lin respectively blocked his escape position, and Beta blocked his front.

The three of them looked ugly, and they were angry with murderous intent.

And further afield, a large group of citizens watching the fun were around, pointing fingers nearby.

There are civilians, beggars, and of course there are nobles.

The nobles had gloating in their eyes, the civilians had happy eyes, and the beggars... were simply numb.

The three groups are clearly divided and have a physical gap between them.

When Roland saw the young nobleman, he was stunned. It was not John?

He looked at the young nobleman carefully, who was sweating profusely and was placing a dagger around a girl's neck with a dagger.

The girl's face was so scared that she was bloodless, and the young nobleman also looked frightened.

Roland walked to Beta and asked, "Did he admit it?"

Beta nodded: "He admitted that now he takes the hostages and let us leave, otherwise he will kill the hostages."

But Roland felt something was wrong.

The murderer committed the crime for at least several years, and there were at least 30 girls killed. From the scene, we can see that the other party has excellent psychological quality and is a talent with high IQ. It is impossible to be so insane, and it is impossible to be caught in such a place. It is too stupid.

It seems like...acted on purpose.

Roland laughed in his heart.

The noble young man looked at Hawke and Link with a nervous expression. He only saw Roland after a while.

Then his pupils shrank and he shouted in horror: "Magic! Let the magician leave, hurry, leave quickly, otherwise I will kill this woman immediately!"

He looked quite frightened, his whole body was trembling, and the dagger in his hand trembled and shaking, cutting the hostage girl's neck, and a wisp of blood flowed down the side of the girl's neck.

The girl felt the pain. She cried hard, but did not dare to move. She just bit her lips tightly, making her lip bleeding without knowing it.

Roland slowly retreated.

"Go away." The young nobleman roared hard, and at the same time he quickly looked around and saw whether Hawk and the others were pushing him, and he was quite alert.

Roland took a dozen steps back.

Then the crazy mood of the noble young man calmed down a little. The caster had magical abilities, and no one dared to say that he was not guilty when facing the caster.

"Let me go, I will let this girl go." The young nobleman shouted vigorously.

But Roland and others ignored him, so they stood quietly.

On the contrary, a wave of laughter broke out among the aristocratic group in the distance.

Seeing that Beta and others were not moving, the noble young man shouted in despair: "I am a noble, why am I playing with a few untouchable women? Just for the sake of them, you want me to die. This is unreasonable, unreasonable!"

Amid the sound of tearing and tearing, Roland felt a sense of unwillingness.

"Speak again, I am a noble!" The young man roared with a begging smell: "If I let me go, I can give you money. It's enough to buy more than a dozen such women."

Hawk, Link, and Beta all sneered.

Looking at this noble young man was like looking at a fool.

Roland said at this time: "I can let you go, but you have to tell me who is your accomplice?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then shouted wildly: "I have no accomplices, no accomplices, everything is done by myself!"

Then he looked towards the center of the city, but his vision 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."

The young man's desperate smile at this time was a little relieved.

Roland shouted in surprise: "Stop him quickly, he is going to commit suicide."

With a swish... Beta charges directly, and almost draws the afterimage.

But it was still late. Although Beta successfully knocked the man away, the young man's dagger had penetrated his heart.

A large amount of Masek spurted out from behind his chest.

Such injuries cannot be saved even if there is a magical technique to treat serious injuries.

The young man fell to the ground, his eyes stared at the sky with nonchalant eyes, and his hands and legs twitched a few times, and there was no movement.

The girl screamed, covered her neck and ran into the city. She was almost scared to death.

Roland walked to the noble young man, looked at the other party's body that was gradually losing its temperature, and sighed helplessly.

The nobles were still pointing at this side, and the civilians and beggars gradually dispersed.

Not long after, two younger noble boys came over with panic on their faces. They pounced on the young man's body, called out to the eldest brother and cried.

One of the boys cried while peeking at Roland and Beta from time to time.

His eyes were filled with vengeance.

Beta felt the other person's gaze, and stood beside Roland and said, "Would you like to ask them the specific situation? This is obviously wrong, and it's more like a scapegoat."

"I see it." Roland whispered: "We pretend that this is over, and I will ask Hawke to remove those who are watching John later."

"Take a move?"
Chapter completed!