Wizard Earl

Just as Connor realized he was in a dilemma and was racking his brains for a solution, black sandstorms swept up from the depths of the underground palace outside the secret passage, as if something was about to emerge from within…

At this moment, Connor was focused on using the auxiliary chip to calculate how to use the alchemy bomb and control its explosive power so that it could destroy the altar blocking the entrance to the secret passage without causing the passage to collapse. In addition, the underground palace was greatly suppressing Connor's mental power, so he was completely unaware of what was happening deep inside the underground palace and had no sense of it at all.

After calculating for ten minutes and receiving the latest answer from the auxiliary chip, Connor looked at the entrance to the secret passage blocked by the altar and sighed heavily. Even after multiple optimizations and modifications by the auxiliary chip, his explosion plan only had a 57% probability in data simulation of blowing open the entrance to the secret passage without causing the passage to collapse.

Although Connor had tried his best to increase the final probability by 200% compared to the initial one, the 57% probability still meant that if Connor used the alchemical bomb, he would be gambling with his life! There was a 50% chance of successfully returning to the ground alive, and a 50% chance of being trapped on the ground forever.

Taking a deep breath, Connor, who was feeling depressed, gradually hardened his gaze. He placed his hand on his spatial ring, preparing to take out the alchemical bomb and try his luck. Suddenly, Connor raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes. He immediately took out a black gemstone ring from his spatial ring and channeled magic into it.

Although Connor's magical power was greatly affected by his injuries and was not very abundant, he still spared no effort and did not hesitate to pour magical power into the black gemstone ring in order to unleash its full power.

With the infusion of Connor's magic, the black gemstone ring grew brighter and brighter. A dozen seconds later, Margaret's intermittent voice came from within the black gemstone ring.

"Connor...are you...down there?"

Connor's joy at receiving Margaret's response was palpable. Although he didn't understand why Margaret was there, her presence was undoubtedly a great thing for him, who was in a precarious situation.

Connor, barely managing to stay upright and slightly weak, looked at the black gemstone ring on his hand and said, "That's right, I'm trapped down there. Margaret, see if there's anything on the altar that can get me out?"

"good!"

Upon hearing Connor's instructions, Margaret sensed the gravity of the situation. Without asking how Connor had fallen beneath the altar, she immediately agreed to his request and began inspecting the altar.

About three minutes later, Margaret, after giving the altar blocking the entrance to the secret passage a cursory inspection, spoke again through the black gemstone ring: "Connor, conventional methods shouldn't be able to open this altar. I have one of those alchemical bombs you gave me..."

Upon hearing Margaret's feedback, Connor, who was initially somewhat disappointed, suddenly brightened up when he learned that Margaret still had an alchemical bomb in her hand. Without hesitation, he immediately began silently calculating the possibility of blasting open the altar from the outside using the auxiliary chip.

After Margaret finished explaining her thoughts, she noticed that Connor hadn't responded for almost a minute. Thinking something might have happened to him downstairs, she immediately asked anxiously, "Connor! Connor Ferguson! What's wrong?"

Connor, who had just received the auxiliary chip and was overjoyed with the results, immediately responded to Margaret's call, "Don't worry, I'm fine! Margaret, can you see the altar right now, at 42 degrees northeast, about three meters away?"

Hearing Connor's words, Margaret, who had been worried about his safety, felt somewhat relieved. Following Connor's instructions, she began to locate the altar. Ten seconds later, her gaze settled on a stone step on the altar, carved with a faint equilateral triangle pattern. She examined it curiously for a moment, then asked Connor, somewhat puzzled, "Are you talking about the stone step on the altar with the equilateral triangle pattern?"

"That's right, that's it! That's the weakest point of the entire altar. If you blow it open, I can get out!" Hearing that Margaret had found the location, Connor recalled the altar's position and then said with great certainty:

Upon hearing that Connor had confirmed her discovery of the target, and knowing the urgency of the situation, Margaret immediately took action, placing the alchemical bomb on the stone steps and beginning its deployment.

Connor, who was quietly waiting in the secret passage for Margaret to set up the alchemical bomb, suddenly sensed strange energy fluctuations emanating from the mysterious underground palace beneath the passage. Just as Connor released his mental energy to carefully perceive the situation, without any warning, his head began to throb with excruciating pain, as if being pricked by needles. This headache was even worse than the one he had experienced a few tens of minutes earlier, and Connor's face was also throbbing with pain.

Despite the excruciating pain, Connor gritted his teeth and endured it, refusing to cry out. He knew very well that Margaret, who was setting up the alchemical bomb, was not an alchemist. Although he had taught her how to set up alchemical bombs, this was the first time Margaret had personally set up one.

If Margaret realizes her current dangerous situation, it won't help her plant the alchemical bomb at all. On the contrary, it will cause her to become anxious and confused, which could easily lead to mistakes and ruin the entire operation...

Despite the throbbing headache, Connor gripped the Castilian Staff tightly, ensuring that if anything damned emerged from the dungeon, he could defend himself immediately. Every second felt like an eternity to Connor, but all he could do was silently hope that Margaret would act quickly.