Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 116 Summoning Scroll
City Lord's Mansion.

"Mr. Thompson, the people in White Wind City have confessed that they used this to escape supervision."

Raphael walked into the study, glanced at the former city lord lying on the ground, bowed respectfully and reported the results of the interrogation.

He presented the things he had found from the people in White Wind City to Ron.

Sitting on a mahogany chair covered with animal fur, Ron put the scattered ancient books beside him aside and looked at what Raphael handed him.

It was a yellowed scroll, about the thickness of a thumb and twenty centimeters long, emitting a strange odor.

Ron unfolded the scroll, which was thirty centimeters long. On it was a snake-shaped totem painted with special ink. The fine silver lines glowed with a cold blue light under the candlelight.

Ron could tell at a glance that this was not a magic scroll, but a very rare summoning scroll.

What makes it rare is not how powerful it is, but its very high production cost, including the scroll material, special ink, finding the summoned creature, carving totems and contract emblems... every step here costs a lot of money.

Especially for summoned creatures, it is difficult to contract powerful summoned creatures into summoning scrolls, and weak summoned creatures are not of much use even if contracted.

So few people make this thing.

Ron tried to inject some magic into the scroll, and those seemingly random totems suddenly twisted strangely.

"According to what they explained, the monster contracted by this summoning scroll is called the Inspiration Snake. It can sneak by clinging to shadows, concealing its magic power, and approaching its target. Anyone bitten by it will lose consciousness and be possessed by it," said Raphael.

After letting the people from White Wind City into the city, they strictly confiscated their weapons and separated them for custody.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for people from White Wind City to stir up trouble in the city, but who would have thought that these people were carrying such summoning scrolls.

Last night, the people of White Wind City used the Inspiration Snake to deal with the guarding soldiers, which led to the subsequent events.

“How many people were bitten?”

Ron observed it for a moment and then rolled up the scroll again.

"Sixty-seven people," Raphael replied.

In fact, there were many more people who were bitten, but the battle last night was too hasty and chaotic, and they didn't know that these people were under control. Most of them were killed as rebels.

The sixty-seven people still alive were all controlled before the war. They were all guards who were in charge of the people in White Wind City.

After they were controlled, they ran to rescue other people from Baifeng City, but were discovered to be acting strangely by the guards from Baimu City, who forcibly controlled them.

"Take me to see it."

"Yes."

Ron stuffed the scroll into his pocket, stood up and walked out of the study.

"Clean up the study."

Raphael followed Ron out of the study and said to the guard standing at the door.

The guard nodded respectfully, and after the two men walked away, he entered the study and carried out the former city lord who had fainted on the ground.

He wasn't dead yet, but he was almost dead. The Soul Transfer Potion only temporarily transformed one person's soul into another's, not causing death, but it was very damaging to the soul. He would be foolish to keep it alive.

Led by Raphael, Ron came to the police station.

At this time, the Security Department was overcrowded, and the corridors and courtyards were full of wounded people. Last night's war was even more intense than the previous civil war in Baimu City.

There are simply not enough Chinese medicine practitioners in Baimu City.

"It's all here."

Raphael stopped at a corner on the west side of the training ground.

In front of him were more than sixty people tied up and lying on the ground like caterpillars, unable to move.

Ron glanced at these people.

Ok?
He turned his gaze back.

Among this group of people, I saw the little girl Renee.

No wonder I didn't see anyone last night; they were being held captive here. Ron walked up to Renee, knelt down, and used his ability to probe her body.

Still optimistic.

The Inspiration Snake is a demonic creature that parasitizes the mind. Its parasitism will not cause much damage to the host's body in a short period of time.

"Mr. Thomson, can they still be saved?" Raphael asked.

"Help."

Just a low-level monster.

Ron took out the scroll and spread it out. As long as the inspiration snake was removed from their bodies, they would return to normal.

It is very simple to extract the inspiration snake. As long as you contract the scroll and become the master of the summoned creature, you can control the summoned creature.

However, high-level scrolls can forcibly modify the master-servant contract emblem by using spiritual power, but once the low-level scrolls are bound, there is no way to change the owner and they do not have that function.

The scroll in his hand is a low-level scroll.

The problem is not big.

Ron opened the reputation store and spent 100 reputation points to redeem a "Scroll Binding", directly modifying the master-slave contract emblem of this low-level scroll and binding it to himself.

On the surface, he cut his finger, dripped blood onto the scroll, and chanted a spell that he himself could not understand.

After a while, these people's expressions became painful, and then black liquid emerged from their mouths and noses, flowing straight into the totem in the scroll.

Half a minute later, Ron rolled up the scroll and checked Renee's condition. He stood up and said, "It's okay. She'll wake up after about a day of rest."

"Ah... yeah, okay."

Raphael came back to his senses from Ron's magical method and nodded in response.

At this moment, he was thinking the same thing as Reggie - Mr. Thomson was too reliable.

Mr. Thomson always managed to resolve any difficult issues they found with ease.

"Mr. Thomson."

Singh came to the training ground, saw Ron, and went up to greet him.

"Sheriff Singh, can't you rest for a while from your injuries?"

Ron turned to look at Singer who was approaching and asked with a little worry on his face.

Singh's shoulders, arms and chest were covered with bandages, and his upper body was almost wrapped like a dumpling.

"This little injury doesn't matter."

Singh replied in a full-throated voice.

"Mr. Thompson, the scouts just reported back that Silver City has sent another two thousand guards, who rushed towards us last night. I estimate they will launch another attack this afternoon. What should we do next?" he asked worriedly.

Silver City can be said to be serious this time. The next attack will surely be like a flood or a beast, unstoppable.

On their side, they suffered heavy casualties in the battle last night, and now there are only 1,700 to 1,800 combatants.

"Don't panic."

Ron said calmly, "They rushed here overnight, so they will definitely need some time to rest. And it will also take some time to regroup the guards who were scattered last night."

Now that he had the Heart of the White Lion, he wasn't in a rush. Without a seventh-tier combat force, Silver City definitely couldn't just attack with two thousand men.

After all, there are suspected reinforcements and sixth-level strongmen in Baimu City.

Without an advantage in strength, Silver City will definitely seek an advantage in numbers.

The time they spend recruiting soldiers is enough for Shiraki City to do a lot of things.

(End of this chapter)