Wizard Earl

Chapter 245 Compensation!!

"I've given you the things, what if you won't let me go?" The terrified voice of the tall, thin old man rang out again from behind the door.

"Heh, do you think you have the right to bargain with me now?" Connor sneered and continued, then the shadow chains in Connor's hand increased in power by three points, showing off his martial prowess to the tall, thin old man without any attempt to hide it.

After hearing Connor's threat, the tall, thin old man fell silent. Just as Connor's patience was about to run out and he was preparing to launch a strong attack to take down the old man, the tall, thin old man hiding behind the door sighed and threw out the dark meteorite without saying a word.

With a flick of his left hand, Connor received the dark meteorite that the tall, thin old man had thrown. However, the moment Connor's palm touched the meteorite, his face changed drastically, and he threw the meteorite he had been searching for onto the ground as if it were trash.

"Go to hell!"

Just then, the tall, thin old man who had been hiding behind the door and dared not face Connor directly emerged from behind the door, grinning sinisterly as he manipulated countless eerie green vines to attack Connor.

Connor gave the old cunning fellow a cold look, then slammed his hand on the Castia Staff, instantly creating a defensive barrier around him that blocked all the green vines that the tall, thin old man was attacking!

No one knows what tricks this old guy used on the dark meteorite. Although Connor reacted very quickly and immediately threw the object away as soon as he realized something was wrong with the dark meteorite, his left hand, which had just come into contact with it, immediately turned a strange dark green and lost all feeling. Moreover, Connor could clearly feel the toxins trying to invade his body.

Seeing the astonished look in the eyes of the tall, thin old man who was trying his best to control the green vines but couldn't break through the defensive barrier, Connor took out a bottle of antidote that Varga had made for him from his spatial ring.

Although he had successfully outmaneuvered Connor once, seeing that his vines couldn't break through Connor's defensive barrier, the tall, thin old man realized the obvious difference in strength between him and Connor. Recalling the fear of being dominated by Connor just now, a look of fear immediately appeared on his aged face. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately withdrew his green vines, intending to slip away!

It must be said that the antidote Varga concocted for Connor was truly remarkable. After drinking it and circulating his energy briefly, Connor discovered that although the poison in his left hand hadn't diminished, he immediately felt that the toxins he had been struggling to suppress, which were trying to spread from his left hand to other parts of his body, had completely disappeared.

Seeing the old schemer trying to escape, Connor's face broke into a mocking expression. Then, amplified by the mental power of the silver pendant, Connor unleashed three mental shocks at the tall, thin old man in quick succession...

Faced with this bizarre mental attack that he may never have seen before, the tall, thin old man was hit again in his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and bright red blood immediately gushed out. However, he endured the excruciating pain in his mind and still ran away into the distance. He knew that as soon as he stopped, Connor, who had been tricked by him, would never let him go and would definitely tear him to pieces!

The tall, thin old man was clear-headed, but he underestimated the difference in strength between himself and Connor. To his horror, he discovered that although he had started running away first, Connor, dressed in a black robe, was getting closer and closer and was about to catch up with him!

Seeing the old man in front of him desperately trying to shake him off, but unable to change the fact that he was about to catch up with him, Connor's eyes showed a hint of mockery. With a thought, he activated the lightness spell of his black magic robe to the maximum. In just an instant, the distance between Connor and the tall, thin old man who was running away was only a few meters.

Connor conjured shadow chains in his palm and, with a cold smile, manipulated them to wrap tightly around the tall, thin old man.

Realizing the death threat from the Shadow Chains, the tall, thin old man dared not take any chances and immediately stopped in his tracks, using the door containing his protective enchanted item as a shield.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, the door panel that had blocked Connor's full-force, resentful blow from the tall, thin old man immediately dimmed, and a small hole was smashed into the spot that had been dented by the Shadow Chains earlier!

The tall, thin old man, disregarding his precious defensive artifact, revealed a ferocious and crazed expression on his aged face as he once again manipulated the green vines to launch a counterattack against Connor.

Although he managed to block Connor's attack despite the damage to the door, Connor still managed to catch up completely. Knowing that he was slower than Connor and that he would eventually be caught up if he continued running, the old man had some guts. Rather than continue running and being caught up and exhausted to death by Connor, he decided to fight back and try to survive!

Connor's disdainful gaze swept over the tall, thin old man who looked like a madman and wanted to fight him to the death, and he once again unleashed a mental shock.

The tall, thin old man, who had been hit by Connor's mental attack for the third time and was bleeding from all seven orifices and whose soul was severely damaged, was knocked to the ground unconscious by Connor's attack.

Suppressing the urge to tear the tall, thin old man to pieces, Connor glanced around, quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and then, carrying the unconscious old schemer, swiftly left Rabiot Forest...

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"What are you going to do?"

In the dark basement of Connor's safe house, a tall, thin old man with his limbs outstretched and chained to a wooden stake stood before him, screaming in terror as Connor fiddled with silver needles.

Upon hearing the question from the tall, thin old man, Connor stopped fiddling with the silver needles, raised his already restored left hand at the old man, and said with a half-smile, "Do you know how many bottles of antidote I used to get rid of these toxins on you?"

Before the tall, thin old man could reply, Connor continued, "Five bottles of antidote cost me at least a thousand gold pounds. Shouldn't you give me some compensation for that?"

Upon hearing Connor mention the word "compensation," a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of the bound, tall, thin old man. He quickly and obsequiously said to Connor, "Yes! Compensation! It was my mistake that you wasted so many antidote machines. I will definitely compensate you. Let me go, and I can give you any compensation you ask for!"

(End of this chapter)