Wizard Earl

Chapter 170 A Slight Punishment!

Having done all this, Connor turned and left without hesitation. The corpse puppets and the small illusion array undoubtedly showed that Emery Manor had made ample preparations for the wizard's visit, and he might have already been exposed.

However, after taking only a few steps out of the warehouse, Connor sighed inwardly, knowing that what was coming had finally arrived, and secretly reached for his spatial ring with one hand!

"Apprentice, I have a piece of advice for you: hands up! Our guns are loaded with anti-magic bullets!" Connor's movements were discreet, but seven or eight agile knights instantly appeared around him, each pointing their revolvers at him. The leader, a bald, burly man, coldly warned Connor:

Despite being surrounded, Connor showed no signs of panic. He glanced around and calmly remarked, "The Parares Magic Array?"

"This is your last warning. Put your hands up, or we'll shoot!" Without bothering to waste words with Connor, the bald, burly man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he cocked his revolver with a flick of his finger!

"It must be the Paredes magic circle, otherwise you shouldn't have been able to find me!" Seemingly unconcerned by their threats, Connor spoke to himself, then raised his head and calmly addressed the middle-aged man leading the group:

"I hate it when someone points a gun at my head..."

Before Connor could finish speaking, the knights surrounding him, led by the bald, burly man at the head, decisively opened fire!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

A series of explosions followed as seven or eight silver anti-magic bullets tore through the air, heading straight for Connor's chest, heart, throat, and brow—vital points.

Sensing all this with his mental power, Connor revealed a mocking smile. As soon as this mocking smile appeared, a purple light shield immediately appeared in front of Connor, blocking all the anti-magic bullets shot at him.

The anti-magic bullets are powerful, but you have to remember that Connor's Saint Laurent ring is a level two anti-magic item! If it were an ordinary wizard instead of Connor, they might actually have fallen for their trick, but since these people are facing a wealthy alchemist, that's a different story!

Their only chance was to open fire the moment they met, denying Connor the opportunity to use the Violet Ring. But these greedy knights foolishly tried to capture Connor alive…

Seeing the purple light shield block their proud anti-magic bullets one by one, a hint of panic flashed in the eyes of the bald, burly man. However, he reacted instantly and drew a short knife from his waist. The short knife was radiating a faint magical energy fluctuation, and it was clear at a glance that it was a level one enchanted item, and of pretty good quality!

The bald, burly man at the head of the group exuded a life force that clearly identified him as a Grand Knight. The combined combat prowess of a Grand Knight wielding a demonized dagger was considerable. However, the bald, burly man's mistake lay in provoking Connor, who was not only a wealthy alchemist but also an extremely rare psychic wizard in the wizarding world.

Just as the bald, muscular man drew his sword, Connor unleashed a mental shock. The great knight's face contorted and blood flowed from his seven orifices. However, somehow, he managed to withstand the dizzying effect of the mental shock.

"clang!"

The bald, burly man was incredibly brave; he deflected Connor's sneak attack with a single slash, then roared at his men, "I'll hold this man off! You all hurry and protect the lady and young master as they escape!"

Hearing the bald, burly man's roar, Connor couldn't help but chuckle. Even in this dire situation, this bald guy still had the intention to sacrifice himself to protect everyone. He was truly loyal to Mr. Emery.

Smiling and shaking his head, Connor softly chanted, "Eri groping..."

"Clang!..."

As the incantation rang out, invisible mental ripples emanated from Connor's side. Before the bald, burly man and his knightly henchmen could even follow his instructions, they collapsed to the ground one after another, unconscious. The bald, burly man, his eyes wide with rage, raised his dagger and charged at Connor. However, halfway there, he slammed on the brakes, awkwardly remaining in a slashing stance.

The reason he was in such an awkward situation was that Connor's Shadow Dagger was hovering over his throat. With just a light slash from the Shadow Dagger, the world would lose another bald, burly man who had painstakingly trained for decades to become a Great Knight.

Seeing the bald, burly man stop, Connor chuckled and said calmly, "You may escape death, but you won't escape punishment. However, since you shot me, cut off your own arm as compensation!"

"Who are you? What do you want?" the bald, burly man said in a deep voice.

"I have no hostility, I just came to borrow something. Now it's your turn!" After a moment's hesitation, Connor spoke, his eyes glancing intentionally or unintentionally at a building in the vicinity.

Noticing Connor's gaze, a hint of humiliation flashed in the eyes of this bald, burly man who was loyal to Mr. Emery, but in the end, he still raised his hand and slashed at his other arm!

"Since I have offended you, I hope this arm can appease your anger!" The pale-faced, bald, burly man said, clutching his bloodied severed arm, each word deliberate and forceful.

Connor glanced at the muscular arm lying on the ground, then at the bald, burly man who, despite having only one arm, was still wary of him. He nodded and said, "Let's leave it at that. Tell Mr. Emery I'll borrow the alchemy furnace for now, and I'll repay him with interest in the future!"

"I will certainly convey your message!" The bald, burly man seemed to have lost too much blood, gritting his teeth to try to stay conscious.

With a slight frown, Connor casually cast a spell, which landed on the bald, muscular man, and the wound on the man's severed arm slowly stopped.

Seeing all this, Connor didn't waste any more words and left. Mr. Emery had connections with the Secret Society, and his subordinate had offended him. He could just give him a little punishment; killing him would be going too far. Besides, Connor actually quite admired the bald man's actions.

(End of this chapter)