Wizard Earl

Chapter 49 Space Ring

Before Connor could voice his doubts, old Victor proudly introduced the black ring to him, explaining its various uses: "This is the professor's latest research achievement—an improved version of the space ring. This thing has been improved in various aspects compared to the space rings excavated from Byzantine ruins and other space rings imitated by alchemists."

"This spatial ring has a volume of approximately three cubic meters, and it possesses remarkable stability. According to the professor's tests, it can withstand the full force of a full-force attack from a professional wizard. Furthermore, the professor has eliminated the traditional design of embedding a space gem in the spatial ring."

"Instead, they creatively combined the dust of the Space Stone with Coulomb steel, which greatly increases the concealment of this spatial ring. Even if it is accidentally seen by someone, they will not think it is a spatial ring because of their preconceived notion that it is a spatial ring, thus reducing the risk of being coveted by someone who sees it as valuable!"

"The professor has some things to take care of these days, so don't disturb him. He left you some books on occultism and alchemy in his spatial ring. Young Master Connor, you can study them on your own. As for how to use this spatial ring..." Old Victor said cautiously, choosing to communicate telepathically.

A moment later, the telepathic communication ended. Connor first nodded solemnly to old Victor, indicating that he had remembered what he had said, and then he said with a smile, "Please, Butler Victor, convey my gratitude to my mentor!"

"Young Master Connor, I will convey your gratitude to the professor!" After saying this, Victor nodded slightly when he saw that Connor had nothing else to say, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

After Victor left, Connor took a bottle of red wine from the cellar in his apartment and poured himself a glass.

Although he is not fit to drink alcohol due to his gunshot wound, Connor's complicated emotions make him desperately need alcohol to help him.

Connor held up his glass with one hand to drink, while stroking the black spatial ring that old Victor had given him with the other, fully enjoying the cold texture of this spatial ring that Reyes had improved.

"Open!" After rubbing it for a while, Connor, following the method taught to him by old Victor, focused his mental energy on the black ring in his palm. Once everything was ready, he squinted and uttered a Byzantine word.

As soon as Connor finished speaking, a strange fluctuation appeared on the black ring, and the next second Connor felt the magic of the spatial ring.

Just as old Victor had said, Connor's mental power could sense that the space inside the black ring was about three cubic meters, and three books were quietly placed in this small space.

Connor scanned the three books with his mental energy, and the titles of the three books immediately appeared in his mind: "Chronicles of Byzantium," "Reyes Alchemy," and "Common Sense and Introduction to Mysticism."

After a moment's thought, Connor summoned the book "Reyes Alchemy" in his palm. When Old Victor had telepathically communicated with him earlier, besides explaining how to open the spatial ring, he had also told him how to create protection on it to prevent unauthorized access. The method lay within the alchemy book Reyes had left him in the ring, and it seemed, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that it was indeed this "Reyes Alchemy."

Stroking the smooth cover of "Reyes Alchemy," even the usually calm and collected Connor couldn't help but become somewhat excited. A Greenwood badge, a spatial ring—Connor had already witnessed the wonders of alchemy. Now, with this book, "Reyes Alchemy," as his stepping stone, the door to becoming an alchemist was opening for him. And once he stepped through that door, Connor was confident that with the help of his auxiliary chip, his future would be... incredibly exhilarating!

"Sigh..." Just as Connor was about to open the book and embark on a journey into the ocean of alchemical knowledge, he seemed to have thought of something, let out a long sigh, and his excited expression dimmed somewhat.

"Reyes has been too good to me! Before the truth came out, he guided me in knightly training and gave me the Greenwood Badge. After the truth came out, he immediately gave me an advanced meditation technique, and now he's given me a spatial ring..."

Honestly, Connor felt that Reyes was just as good to him as a father would be to his son.

In a group of wizards who value equivalent exchange, why is Reyes being so kind to me? Is it really as simple as he says, wanting me to inherit his mantle? Or is there another purpose...?

Although Connor is not a persecution maniac, he has been pondering this issue deeply.

After a long pause, Connor shook his head with a wry smile. There were too few clues; he was completely stumped. He had no choice but to take it one step at a time, hoping that Reyes truly considered him his successor…

"Chip, enter analysis and recording mode. Analyze the book I'm about to read!" Connor commanded the chip in his mind.

"Beep! In accordance with the subject's will, mission established! Chip has activated analysis and recording mode." As always, the cool female voice representing the chip rang in Connor's mind.

Having received confirmation from the chip, Connor slowly opened the book "Reyes Alchemy" beside him.

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"How long has he been dead?" In a grove of trees on the outskirts of the northern district of Loen City, surrounded by a group of clergy from the Church of Storms, Miss Margaret, dressed in her priest's robes, glanced at the charred corpse on the ground and asked the middle-aged gray-robed arbitrator accompanying her with a grim face:

Although Margaret's complexion was unpleasant, it did not detract from her beauty; on the contrary, it added a unique charm to her. The young male clergy surrounding her couldn't help but frequently steal glances at her cautiously.

"Reporting to Lady Margaret, the deceased has been dead for over a day, and none of the mediums at the Rune Police Department can perform any more psychic rituals for him!" The middle-aged gray-robed arbitrator answered Margaret's question respectfully. Although he was thirty-five years old, a husband, and a father of two adorable children, no longer a young man with the most surging hormones, Margaret's charm still captivated him, leaving him unable to control himself!

(End of this chapter)