Wizard Earl

Chapter 336 Aftermath

Secondly, although the gold and silver jewelry weighed several tens of kilograms, with his strength as an intermediate wizard apprentice and physical abilities nearly equivalent to a great knight, he could easily pack it up and take it away on his own, even without a spatial ring. However, Connor couldn't check all the jewelry in such a short time. Therefore, unless he was certain that the church hadn't tampered with the jewelry, Connor wouldn't take it all out of the secret warehouse. Who knows if there were any tracking or tracking items disguised as jewelry among them!

Given these two possible scenarios, Connor had no choice but to resort to this clumsy method to search for any spatial item containing Black Rock Grass hidden among the pile of gold and silver jewelry! To be honest, Connor was now regretting not killing those two unlucky arbitrators guarding the secret vault earlier. If he had left one alive, he wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble and could have directly asked where the item he wanted was!

Amidst all these uncertainties, the only two things to be thankful for are that Connor, as a psychic wizard, possesses exceptionally keen intuition and strong mental power, and the alchemical method for determining whether an item is a spatial item is not complicated.

Just as the cool female voice from the auxiliary chip began counting down in Connor's mind to shield the Boundary Bead from the "thirty seconds... twenty-nine seconds... twenty-eight seconds..." Connor's mental power finally locked onto an inconspicuous, antique dark red metal ring among the pile of jewelry. With a thought, under the influence of Connor's mental power, the ring immediately and steadily fell into Connor's hand.

With no time to waste, Connor didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately focused his mental energy into the ring. The original mental imprints in the dark red, ancient ring immediately dissipated under Connor's domineering and unreasonable attack. In the next instant, the ancient spatial ring showed Connor everything it contained. Inside, there were rows and rows of an astonishing number of small grasses with black roots and blue leaves.

First, upon seeing the appearance of this small grass, and then scanning the spatial ring with his spiritual power to count the number of such grasses, Connor's face immediately revealed an undisguised ecstasy. Truly, hard work pays off, and perseverance is rewarded. This small grass with black roots and blue leaves looks exactly like the Black Rock Grass that Varga had described. Although Connor did not check the exact number in the spatial ring, a rough estimate suggests that there are definitely more than five hundred of them!

Having obtained his target, Connor carefully placed it in his pocket. Then, his gaze returned to the jewelry, his eyes becoming quite complex. After a slight hesitation, he threw a gray crystal into the pile of gold and silver jewelry, and without any further hesitation, he vanished from the secret warehouse in a flash.

"Three seconds..." In the countdown of three seconds from the auxiliary chip in his mind, Connor, who had just walked out of the secret warehouse, waved his hand, and the three boundary beads stopped working and silently returned to Connor's hand.

Although these three boundary beads have no practical value due to their one-time use, Connor still wants to take them away and will not leave them at the scene. At the latest, by tomorrow morning, the Storm Church of Mallorca, which is not far away, will realize that there is a problem with this secret warehouse. At that time, it will be the time to test Connor. Therefore, Connor will do his best to leave as little evidence as possible!

Having done all this, Connor pulled his trench coat tighter around himself and, under the cover of the dark night, left in another direction, leaving the warehouse, seemingly no different from any other, standing alone in the darkness...

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Three hours later, at apartment number 16, Land Street, East District of Rune, just as dawn was breaking, Connor, dressed in his pajamas and looking somewhat tired but quite excited, leaned back on his soft sofa, carefully examining the dark red, antique ring in his hand. Compared to his initial cursory inspection, he had now thoroughly examined the Black Rock Grass inside the spatial ring. There were more than 780 Black Rock Grass plants in the ring, not only exceeding the 500 plants Connor needed by more than half, but also perfectly meeting Varga's requirements in terms of quality. All 780 Black Rock Grass plants were perfectly preserved, with no loss of medicinal potency.

To prevent the Sewing Bag Church from blocking all access to and from Mallorca after discovering that he had looted the secret warehouse, Connor, after doing all this, didn't wait for the earliest train from Mallorca to Rune in the early morning. Instead, he took advantage of the darkness and sped back to his home. Fortunately, Mallorca is not far from Rune, and Connor, with all his might, only took two and a half hours to get back.

Picking up a bottle of Romano Conti that had just been properly opened, Connor poured himself a glass and took a satisfying sip of the deep red liquid that exuded a rich aroma. As he savored the mellow taste of "Conti," he recalled what had just happened.

Three hours earlier, he had been in that secret warehouse, searching through the safe. Among the pile of jewelry, his mental energy, besides detecting his target—a spatial ring containing Black Rock Grass—also revealed two other items that appeared to be enchanted. In such a short time, Connor couldn't possibly determine the specific functions of those two enchanted items, but the one thing he was certain of was that they weren't any spatial items. Upon realizing this, Connor was extremely relieved that he hadn't rashly packed up all the jewelry to save time; otherwise, the arbitrators of the Storm Church might already be knocking on his door…

"boom!!!"

Just as Connor was downing half a bottle of "Conti"—equivalent to a middle-class family's weekly living expenses—a deafening explosion suddenly erupted outside the apartment!

Connor seemed unsurprised by the loud bang. A strange smile appeared on his face as he walked to his French windows, gently swirling his wine glass as he gazed in the direction from which the explosion had come. That direction was none other than that of Mallorca, the small town next to Rune.

(End of this chapter)