It wasn't difficult to improve the Spell Puppet's cognitive abilities alone.
But if he had to improve the puppet's resistance, speed, strength, ability to locate enemies, and so on … it would be very troublesome.
After several experiments, Roland discovered to his dismay that, limited by the spell model's nodes and memory space, he could only accomplish two and a half goals at most.
In other words, he could only improve the puppet's cognitive abilities, resistance, and … some speed improvements that were better than nothing.
Such magic puppets didn't have much combat power.
They weren't fast and were just live targets. And their resistance wasn't particularly strong; they weren't even qualified to be fixed turrets.
"It would be great if there were more spatial nodes in the spell model, or if the space was too large. I could fill it with more mental power. "
But Roland couldn't find a way to expand the spell model's space or its memory at all.
Basic magic knowledge was still too lacking.
Roland sighed and wandered around the library for a while, but he didn't find any books on this.
It was normal when he thought about it. Magic apprentices couldn't even learn basic level-zero tricks, and this wasn't a magic town, so the books that the Magic Tower could collect were certainly not valuable.
Doing experiments took him too much time, and the game was going to close in half an hour. Roland sat in his study to rest, recovering the large amount of magic value he had lost because of magic experiments.
At this moment, Betta used the guild system to @ him.
"Brother Roland, come to the grove outside the city. It's where we looked for someone last time. Hawk and the others have caught the murderer."
They caught John? Roland was surprised.
He then immediately rushed to the grove outside the city.
At this time, there were already many people there.
A handsome young noble man, holding a commoner girl hostage, leaned against a tree with a panicked expression.
About twenty meters to his left and right, Hawk and Lin respectively blocked his escape route, and Betta blocked his way in front of him.
All three of them had ugly expressions, angry and murderous.
Further away, there was a large group of townsfolk who were watching the commotion, pointing and gossiping nearby.
There were commoners, beggars, and naturally, nobles.
There was schadenfreude in the nobles' eyes, pleasure in the commoners' eyes, and the beggars … were simply numb.
The three groups were clearly separated, and there was a physical gap between them.
When Roland saw the young noble, he was stunned. It wasn't John?
He carefully sized up the young noble. The latter was sweating profusely and was holding a dagger against the neck of a young girl.
The girl's face was pale with fright, and the young nobleman's face was also filled with fear.
Roland walked to Betta and asked, "Did he admit it?"
Betta nodded. "He admitted it. Now he has hostages and wants us to leave, or he'll kill the hostages."
Roland, however, felt that something was wrong.
The murderer had been committing crimes for at least a few years and had killed at least thirty young girls. From the crime scene, it could be seen that the murderer had an extremely good psychological quality. He belonged to the category of people with a high IQ. It was impossible for him to appear so dejected, and it was also impossible for him to be caught in such a place. He was too stupid.
It was as if … he was putting on an act.
Roland chuckled inwardly.
The young noble looked nervously at Hawk and Link, and it was only after a while that he saw Roland.
Then his pupils shrank, and he cried out in horror, "Sorcerer! Let the Sorcerer leave, hurry, leave, or I'll kill this woman immediately! "
He looked quite frightened, his whole body trembling, and the dagger in his hand trembled and cut the neck of the hostage girl, a stream of blood flowing down the side of the girl's neck.
The girl felt the pain, and she cried hard but didn't dare to move. She just bit her lip so hard that it bled, and she didn't even realize it.
Roland slowly stepped back.
"Step back a little further." The young noble roared with all his might, and at the same time, he quickly looked left and right to see if Hawk and the others were closing in on him, quite vigilant.
Roland took another dozen steps back.
Then the young noble's crazy emotions calmed down a little. Spellcasters had magical abilities, and no one dared to say that they wouldn't feel guilty when facing a spellcaster.
"Let me go, and I'll let this girl go," the young noble shouted with all his might.
But Roland and the others ignored him and stood there quietly.
Instead, a wave of laughter broke out among the group of nobles in the distance.
Seeing that Betta and the others didn't move, the young noble shouted desperately, "I'm a noble, what's wrong with me playing with a few untouchable women! You want me to die just for a few of them, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense! "
In the heart-wrenching cry, Roland felt a sense of unwillingness.
"I'll say it again, I'm a noble!" The young man let out a pleading roar. "Let me go, I can give you money. Enough money to buy a dozen of these women. "
Hawk, Link, and Betta all sneered.
They looked at the young noble as if they were looking at a fool.
Roland said at this moment, "I can let you go, but you have to tell me, who is your accomplice?"
The young man froze for a moment, then shouted even more crazily, "I have no accomplice, no accomplice, I did everything myself!"
He then looked in the direction of the city center, but his line of sight was blocked by the city wall. Finally, he looked at Roland and smiled miserably. "It's all done by me. Since you want me to die, then I'll die."
There was some relief in the young man's desperate smile at this moment.
Roland shouted in alarm, "Stop him, he's going to commit suicide."
With a swoosh … Betta charged straight over, so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.
But it was still too late. Although Betta successfully knocked the man away, the young man's dagger had already pierced his heart.
A large amount of blood spurted out from his chest and back.
Such an injury couldn't be saved even if there was a divine spell to heal serious injuries.
The young man fell to the ground, his eyes listless as he looked at the sky. After his hands and legs twitched a few times, there was no more movement.
The girl screamed, covered her neck, and ran toward the city. She was scared to death.
Roland walked up to the young noble and sighed helplessly as he looked at the body that was gradually losing its temperature.
The group of nobles was still pointing at this side, and the civilians and beggars gradually dispersed.
Not long after, two younger noble youths came over with faces full of panic. They threw themselves on the young man's body and cried bitterly after calling him brother.
One of the youths cried and peeked at Roland and Betta from time to time.
His eyes were full of vengeful anger.
Feeling the other party's gaze, Betta stood next to Roland and said, "Should we ask them about the specific situation? This is obviously wrong. It's more like they're scapegoats."
"I can see that," Roland said in a low voice. Roland said in a low voice, "Let's pretend that this is over. I'll ask Hawk to remove the people who are monitoring John later."
"Playing hard to get?"
Roland nodded lightly.
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