Above the ground, in the pitch-dark night sky.
From a height hardly detectable by human sight, four iron skewers meant for barbecuing were thrown downward.
These ordinary, slender skewers instantly pierced through the Spell-built defenses.
Then, they penetrated the heads of four sentries on the ground.
The entire process was swift and covert, and it also did not trigger any reaction from the alarm spells. Assassinating a few sentries of the Nine Commandments almost seemed effortlessly simple.
"Indeed, he is a master of the Secret Hand sect."
"Sir, your Spellcraft has reached such an undetectable and powerful realm."
Hovering in the air, Ronald was formally flattering another person, who was clearly the owner of the four iron skewers.
Receiving such a compliment, the praised Caster humbly replied:
"You flatter me, I usually cannot achieve such long-range attacks. It is also thanks to Ms. Ai's assistance that I was able to pinpoint the enemy's location at this distance."
