Wizard Earl

If the events unfolded exactly as Connor predicted, this would explain why the details of the outer chambers of the tomb were constructed so crudely, rendering the outer magic array ineffective. The tomb owner sensed his impending death and, after painstakingly constructing the central chamber, naturally relaxed the quality requirements for the other chambers in order to complete the entire tomb as quickly as possible before his death.

Of course, no matter what caused the severe damage to the internal rune structure of this cross sword, it was not important to Connor. The only thing that mattered to Connor now was how to maximize the benefits of this fire-attribute energy cross sword that he had brought out of the ancient tomb!

This cross-shaped sword is a fire-attribute enchanted item, while Connor is a wizard who cultivates dark and spiritual energy. Although the energy attributes do not match, it does mean that Connor cannot use this cross-shaped sword. However, it does mean that Connor cannot unleash the full power of this third-tier enchanted item.

Even if Connor, an alchemist, tried every means possible and devoted all his knowledge to repairing the damaged 30% of the internal rune structure of this cross sword, the power that this fire-attribute cross sword could unleash in his hands would only be slightly higher than that of a top-tier second-order enchanted item. It was impossible for it to unleash the power that a third-order enchanted item should have. Connor was well aware of this, and of course, this was something he could not accept!

Every wizard, regardless of their level of cultivation, whether they are a formal wizard or a wizard apprentice, has limited magical and mental power, not unlimited power. Therefore, there are also limitations on the number of enchanted items they can control and use. Given Connor's current strength, it is impossible for him to control a third-tier enchanted item while using the Castia Staff at the same time.

Therefore, when the Crimson Cross Sword, a third-tier enchanted item with fire attribute energy, could only exert a slightly higher power in Connor's hands than a top-tier second-tier enchanted item, it meant that although the Crimson Cross Sword was a third-tier enchanted item, its improvement to Connor's strength was negligible. This was because using it meant that Connor had to give up using the Castia Staff, which he had personally crafted and found very convenient to use.

Furthermore, he would also have to endure other troubles caused by the incompatibility of energy attributes. If things really developed that way, Connor might really be better off continuing to use the Castilian Staff...

It took a lot of time, effort, and materials to repair this Crimson Cross Sword, but the increase in my strength was very limited. This kind of disproportionate effort and reward would be unacceptable to anyone, let alone Connor!

Upon realizing the situation, Connor's initial excitement about acquiring the third-tier enchanted item, the Crimson Cross Sword, undoubtedly cooled somewhat. However, despite the circumstances, Connor wasn't entirely hopeless. For an alchemist like himself, while the situation was troublesome, it wasn't the worst it could get. There was still a possibility of change with the Crimson Cross Sword. This was why Connor was now determined to conduct a second, more detailed examination of the sword after the initial check!

While Connor was engrossed in examining the Crimson Cross Sword, Dezelby, in the cabin next to Connor's, seemed to remember his duty to monitor Connor. He then awoke from his healing, slowly opened his eyes, and focused his gaze on the image displayed in the magical crystal book beside him.

Completely unaware of what had happened during his healing time, Dezelby looked at the image presented by the crystal book, where Connor was still refining a first-tier enchanted item. Without noticing anything, he nodded slightly, then closed his eyes again to meditate and heal himself.

While Connor focused most of his attention on examining the Crimson Cross Sword, it didn't mean he relaxed his surveillance of Dezerby. Seeing that Dezerby hadn't found anything, Connor was relieved of his last doubts and devoted himself entirely to exploring this third-tier enchanted item. Connor now had a vague idea in mind as to how to deal with this somewhat "useless" Crimson Cross Sword.

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While Connor was studying the enchanted items in his cabin on the outskirts of the Decasa swamp, he was completely unaware that another group of people sent by the Church of Storms to search for ruins had already discovered the Navas Forest, where the ruins of Anduin Genoa were hidden.

The Navas Forest was far from quiet in the dead of night, with the roars and cries of wild beasts or monsters frequently heard. At this moment, under an olive tree that was three meters thick and ten meters tall, Mr. K, also known as Firo, dressed in a gray cloak, was sitting opposite the scarred priest Milik, who was wearing a light blue robe from the Storm Church.

Milick and Firo's group consisted of only the two of them, unlike Connor and Dezelby, who were accompanied by a team of Storm Church arbitrators. Furthermore, unlike Connor and Dezelby, who appeared to be on good terms, Firo and Milick were clearly very wary of each other. Although they both appeared to be resting, their hands were constantly moving, as if they were both on guard against a possible attack from the other…

In this tense atmosphere, the young and impetuous Milik, who was clearly less experienced than the seasoned Philo, opened his eyes and stared straight at Philo not far away. Sensing his gaze, Philo also woke up from his dozing and met his eyes.

The two exchanged a glance, then Milik spoke first, coldly asking Filo, "How much longer are we going to search here?"

In response to Milik's question, Filo replied calmly, "We might find it tomorrow, or we might not find it for several days. It depends on the blessing of the Storm Goddess!"

Milik was clearly dissatisfied with Firo's answer. He snorted heavily and looked at Firo, saying, "The Church's patience is limited. Firo, you had better prove that your plan is feasible and worthwhile! Otherwise, you should know better than me what the consequences will be!"

Hearing Milik's blatant and undisguised threat, Philo's face, hidden by his gray cloak, remained unchanged, but a fleeting, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.