Wizard Earl

Chapter 505 Taking Action

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on the street, the strong young man who got off the carriage first took out a key from his pocket, opened the large iron gate of Casano Manor, and then gently patted the carriage. The next second, another strong young man got off the carriage carrying a large wooden box. The two young men carried the large wooden box together and walked into Casano Manor. After the two entered Casano Manor, the gate of Casano Manor was tightly sealed again.

Seeing this scene, Connor, hidden in a secluded corner of the street, smirked. These two strong young men were clearly wizards. Although they had concealed their abilities with magic, Connor's powerful mental strength revealed their true strength. Both were novice wizards, just like the description of the two arbitrators responsible for executions in the information Margaret had given him.

If that's the case, then if Connor's guess is correct, the large wooden box that the two men just carried into the Casano estate contained the poor wretch who was about to be executed.

A playful smile appeared on his lips. To be honest, Connor never imagined he'd be involved in a rescue operation at an execution ground, even if that execution ground was far too small…

Connor adjusted his top hat, put on a pair of black leather gloves, and then, without anyone noticing, he flicked his black robe and scaled the walls of Casano Manor, entering the manor.

Although Casano Manor is called a manor, it is not actually very large in terms of area. It is more like a large courtyard than a manor. The entire courtyard has been covered by a soundproof and energy-dissipating array set up by the church. However, this array poses no difficulty to Connor, who is quite knowledgeable about arrays. Connor did not trigger any restrictions in the array when he entered the manor, nor did he attract the attention of the two arbitrators in the manor.

"Maguire, hurry up and open this damn wooden box, then kill this guy. The resentment here is too strong. Heaven knows how many people the church has killed here!" The taller, blond arbitrator complained to the shorter, brown-haired arbitrator, then threw a brass key at him.

The slightly shorter, brown-haired arbitrator looked more like an honest man, unlike the taller arbitrator who complained so much. After catching the brass key that the taller arbitrator threw to him, he smiled and shrugged, then took out a brass key from his own pocket, about the same size as the taller arbitrator's, and inserted it into the keyhole of the wooden box.

Hiding in the shadows, Connor sensed the energy fluctuations emanating from the wooden box as the brass key was inserted into the lock. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes. This large wooden box, which seemed no different from an ordinary wooden box, was actually a seemingly decent enchanted item, which was quite unexpected.

The brown-haired arbitrator opened the wooden crate, and Connor finally saw the prisoner inside.

The prisoner appeared to be male, wearing a white prison uniform stained with blood. His hair and beard were disheveled, obscuring his features, and his body was covered in wounds. He had probably not cleaned himself in a long time, as he emitted a faint, sour odor as soon as he appeared. Although his face was obscured, Connor sensed that he was quite young.

At this moment, the prisoner of the Church of Storms was huddled in a wooden box, looking extremely weak, as if he might die at any moment.

Connor scanned the prisoner, then focused his mental energy on the man's two ankles, two wrists, and neck. Although these three areas were covered by clothing, as an alchemist, he could still sense the faint energy fluctuations emanating from the Demon Binding Ring. The Demon Binding Ring was a unique enchanted item of the Storm Church. It was said that anyone below the rank of a formal wizard who wore this thing would have their magic and mental power imprisoned, turning them into a useless person, at the mercy of others!

The arbitrators pulled the prisoner out of the wooden crate and threw him on the ground. The brown-haired arbitrator and the tall arbitrator exchanged a glance. The tall arbitrator's gaze then focused on the prisoner. The brown-haired arbitrator then walked up to the prisoner, rolled up the sleeve of his prison uniform, and cast a spell to remove the Demon-Binding Ring from the prisoner's wrist.

Having witnessed all of this, Connor held three red steel pellets in his hand, which he had specially prepared for today. Once the brown arbiter removed all five Demon Rings from the prisoner, Connor would make his move.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the demon-binding rings around the prisoner's neck fell into the brown-haired arbitrator's hand. All five demon-binding rings were removed from the prisoner's body. Without hesitation, the tall arbitrator flipped his hand and took out a large bucket of kerosene from his spatial ring, intending to pour it over the prisoner who was still curled up on the ground. At the same moment, as Connor's eyes narrowed and he was about to flick the red steel ball in his hand, something unexpected happened to Connor and the two arbitrators.

The weakened prisoner, who was about to be doused with fire and burned to death, suddenly produced a sharp blade in his hand. He then lunged forward and stabbed the blade into the heart of the tall arbitrator. The tall arbitrator, who was holding a barrel of kerosene, did not expect the prisoner's sudden attack, but his reaction was quite fast. He blocked the prisoner's sudden attack with the barrel of kerosene in his hand.

Using the sharp blade in his hand to pry open the oil barrel, the prisoner didn't bother to argue anymore. He immediately pushed open the door and ran away. At this moment, the two arbitrators, one tall and one short, realized what had happened and hurriedly chased after him.

Having witnessed the entire scene, a surprised Connor touched his nose, then a playful smile appeared on his lips. He then flashed back to the prisoner who was frantically running down a secluded street. Sensing Connor's presence behind him, the prisoner's eyes revealed a hint of fear, but the strange, sharp blade reappeared in his hand, and he instinctively lunged at Connor.

(End of this chapter)