Wizard Earl

Chapter 243 Slaughtering People Tenfold!

An alchemist always has an emotional attachment to his first alchemical creation. For example, Connor's first enchanted item, the Shadow Dagger, was completely useless to him now, but Connor still couldn't bear to trade it away. Instead, he carefully kept it in his spatial ring.

Based on his experience, Connor boldly concluded that the Spirit-Breaking Blade sold by the thin young man was probably crafted by him. This conclusion greatly intrigued Connor. Since entering the wizarding world, the only alchemist Connor had encountered was his mentor, Reyes. Coupled with the persistently high prices of enchanted items, Connor couldn't help but lament the scarcity of alchemists in the wizarding world!

In this environment, Connor encountered a newcomer who piqued his interest. If he didn't have important business to attend to at the Menxing Club, he would really like to go and chat with the young man!

After silently reciting "We'll meet again if fate allows," Connor focused his attention on the upcoming transactions between wizards in the hall.

His main purpose in coming here was to see if he could purchase the Dark Meteorite he needed to repair the Castilian Magic Array at the Mönchengladbach Club.

As time passed, most of the wizards in the hall had obtained what they wanted, and the gathering at the Mönchengladbach Club gradually came to an end.

Connor, who hadn't yet seen the dark meteorite, sighed inwardly upon realizing there was no sign of it at the gathering. He stood up from a corner, surveyed the crowd, and said in a low voice, "I need a dark meteorite. The price is negotiable!"

As Connor finished speaking, most of the wizards in the hall looked puzzled. They clearly had no idea what the use of this rare alchemical material, Dark Meteorite, was, and some may not have even heard of it.

Seeing that no one spoke up, Connor's face turned somewhat grim. He had originally placed high hopes on finding the dark meteorite at the Mönchengladbach Club, but now it seemed that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He might really have to try his luck at the Meazza Manor.

Just as Connor accepted his fate and prepared to sit down, a tall, thin old man wearing a wooden mask suddenly spoke up in the center of the hall: "Is this the dark meteorite you're looking for?"

After the tall, thin old man finished speaking, he touched his spatial ring with his palm, and a smooth black stone the size of an egg immediately appeared in his palm, which he showed to Connor.

Upon seeing the small stone in the tall, thin old man's hand, Connor's expression immediately lit up with joy, though he maintained a perfectly calm demeanor as he said, "That's right, this is the dark meteorite I've been looking for!"

"You really want it?" After receiving Connor's affirmative answer, the tall, thin old man put the dark meteorite back into his spatial ring and asked Connor leisurely.

Upon hearing the tall, thin old man's question, Connor felt a bad premonition, but in order to repair the Castilian Staff, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I want it!"

The tall, thin old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "This dark meteorite is of great use to me, but if you can offer a price I can't refuse, I can transfer it to you!"

Upon hearing the words "hard to refuse," Connor's masked eyes narrowed immediately. Too lazy to waste any more time with the tall, thin old man, he asked directly, "What do you want?"

The tall, thin old man chuckled, opened his palm and held up five fingers, slowly saying, "Five thousand gold pounds, not a penny less! And cash only, no checks!"

Upon hearing this condition, Connor felt a surge of anger. This old man was clearly taking advantage of his misfortune and trying to rip him off! The normal market price for a dark meteorite is no more than five hundred gold pounds, but this old man had increased it tenfold!

Suppressing his anger, Connor gave the tall, thin old man a deep look and said in a deep voice, "Two thousand gold pounds!"

Upon hearing Connor's offer, the old man snorted coldly and sat down directly, showing that he had no intention of talking to Connor at all.

Seeing this, Connor didn't say anything more and sat back down in his seat. The two thousand gold coins were all the money he had left besides the silver coins in his spatial ring, so he couldn't ask for a higher price!

After Connor stood up, several other wizards stood up seeking deals, but then no one in the hall wanted to make a deal. Seeing this, Mr. Mustafa announced that the gathering of wizards at the Mönchengladbach Club was over. With a wave of his hand, four light screens appeared on the four walls of the hall, and the wizards in the hall began to leave one by one in an orderly fashion.

Seeing the tall, thin old man who had just tried to kill him choose the second light barrier, Connor steeled himself and silently stepped onto the second light barrier as well. He'd missed the Dark Meteorite at the Mönchengladbach Club, and he might not be able to find it at the Meazza Manor either. Since that was the case, Connor Ferguson might as well try and double-cross him. Although the deal didn't go through, it did allow Connor to observe that the old man who had tried to kill him was at the same level as him—a mid-level wizard apprentice…

Even without the help of the Castia magic circle, Connor was very confident in his own strength. He was an extremely rare and unpredictable mental wizard, and he also practiced high-level meditation. He also had several powerful enchanted items on his hands. As long as he was not careless, Connor would be able to defeat a wizard of the same level without any major problems.

Perhaps not expecting that someone would be tempted to kill him for his wealth, the tall, thin old man completely ignored Connor, who was quietly following behind him, and stepped into the second light barrier with a calm expression.

As the tall, thin old man walked into the portal, Connor narrowed his eyes. As long as the old man didn't notice him and immediately disappear, Connor was confident that with his mental strength, which far exceeded that of an average intermediate wizard apprentice, he would definitely be able to find the old man!

After waiting for about ten minutes, it was finally Connor's turn. As he stepped into the second light screen, a cruel smile appeared on Connor's lips. Now he was going to become a hunter and begin his hunt!

However, what Connor didn't notice was that as he stepped into the light screen, the mysterious and unpredictable official wizard, Mr. Mustafa, was silently watching Connor.

(End of this chapter)