Wizard Earl

Chapter 418 Help

For Connor, Margaret's practice of forbidden blood magic was the basis of his trust in her. If the Storm Church were to find out that Margaret was practicing extremely cruel and bloody forbidden magic, then without a doubt, Margaret would face death, or an even more cruel fate.

That's why Connor was never worried that Margaret would betray him to the Church of Storms!

"Connor, a week from now is the time when the magic power of the second level of the dungeon is at its weakest in nearly a year, according to my calculations. I have to go there and try. If I don't go this time, I don't know how long I'll have to wait for another opportunity like this. If I'm not mistaken, the restrictions on the core area of ​​the second level of the dungeon can only be broken by a wizard who has practiced blood magic. So, Connor, you just need to help me get through the outer perimeter of the second level of the dungeon occupied by the Azedin snakes. I think you already have a way, Connor! As for what happens after we get through the outer perimeter of the second level of the dungeon, I can handle it myself!" To dispel Connor's doubts and get him to agree to help her, Margaret told him a lot of her secrets.

Looking at Margaret, whose eyes were full of hope as she looked at him, Connor sighed helplessly and nodded in agreement.

As far as Connor is concerned, if everything in the underground palace he is going to is as Margaret described, then as long as he is well prepared, the risk will not be too great. Moreover, it seems that Margaret is asking for his help, but in reality, he is also asking for Margaret's help!

If he rejected Margaret, then without a doubt Margaret would also reject him. Without Margaret's help, Connor didn't think he had any chance of getting old Victor. If he couldn't kill old Victor, Connor could only passively wait for the Secret Society to take action against him. So rejecting Margaret was like a domino effect, affecting everything.

Having received a satisfactory answer from Connor, Margaret's stunningly beautiful face immediately lit up with a radiant smile. For a moment, Connor, who had thought he was already tired of Margaret's beauty, was completely captivated.

"Ahem..." Connor was quite shrewd. As soon as he was drawn to Margaret's smile, he quickly returned to normal and coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

Margaret, oblivious to Connor's changing emotions, happily promised him, "If everything goes smoothly and I get that item, my blood witchcraft will reach a new level in a short time, and my strength will greatly increase. Then I can help you kill even more effectively!"

Connor nodded, took out paper and a pen from his spatial ring, and gave Margaret a list of more than ten materials.

"Bring me these things within three days, and I'll have a pretty good idea of ​​how to deal with those Azedin snakes!" Connor said earnestly, handing the list to Margaret.

"Don't worry!" Margaret glanced at the list Connor had made and readily agreed.

Having reached an agreement, Connor and Margaret discussed some details, and then Connor left the safe house belonging to the Church of Storms, followed by Margaret.

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Three days later, in the basement of the safe house in the North District of Loen, Connor was carefully manipulating the alchemy furnace in front of him.

Accompanying Margaret to the second level of the underground palace was too rushed in terms of time. Just three hours ago, after receiving the alchemical materials from Leonie, Connor hurriedly came to his safe house and began the work of refining poison bombs, gas masks, and alchemical bombs.

Connor must craft four alchemical bombs, two poison bombs, and two gas masks within three days. Otherwise, he and Margaret will be heading to the underground palace in three days, and he won't be able to craft these things on the train. Margaret has done a very good job of keeping it a secret; Connor still doesn't know the exact location of the underground palace. Margaret told him that she would tell him when they boarded the train.

Several hours later, using a set of skilled fire control techniques, Connor carefully sealed the four shimmering gray crystal alchemical bombs in the alchemical furnace. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, tap the alchemical furnace to remove the bombs, and place them into the wooden box that had been prepared beforehand.

He took out a white towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and meditated for a while to recover his depleted energy. Only then did Connor begin to carefully examine the four alchemical bombs. If he could finish refining these four alchemical bombs today, he would have more time to refine the poison bombs and gas masks tomorrow and the day after, and wouldn't be too stressed.

After confirming that the four newly crafted alchemical bombs were safe, Connor put the small wooden box containing the alchemical bombs into his spatial ring with peace of mind. He had given two of the alchemical bombs he had crafted last time to Varga for self-defense, leaving him with only one. Now that he had crafted four more, bringing the total to five, Connor felt a little more at ease.

Although he had great confidence in the poison bullets he had created, he was still wary of the possibility of something going wrong. If the poison bullets did not work as he had planned to disable the sense of smell of the Azedin snakes, Connor might have to use alchemical bombs to blast a bloody path through them.

The intense alchemy work that had lasted for several hours left Connor somewhat exhausted. Alchemical bombs were not like other things; if not handled properly, they could very well explode right in your alchemy furnace. To make an alchemical bomb, the alchemist had to be bold yet meticulous, remain calm in the face of danger, and concentrate all their attention on the bomb in the furnace throughout the entire process.

Connor was both highly skilled and daring. Normally, when refining alchemical bombs, no more than two should be produced at a time. However, Connor was confident that he had an auxiliary chip to help him observe, and as a psychic wizard, his mental power was also very strong. So, in order to save time, Connor gritted his teeth and refined four at the same time. Fortunately, Connor's alchemical skills were indeed excellent, and he also had good luck. He managed to refine all four alchemical bombs successfully without any major incidents!

Connor took out a crystal ball from his spatial ring, his eyes showing some surprise. He hadn't expected the secret society to be so fast, delivering what he wanted in just three days!

(End of this chapter)