Wizard Earl

Chapter 517 Renault's Pharmacy (1)

"Give me a medium-rare Gerrard steak, and a bottle of Surrey wine!" At the Norwich restaurant on Passar Street, Connor, disguised as a red-haired youth, put down the menu and casually addressed the waiter beside him.

"Yes, sir. Your order will take about ten minutes to prepare. Please be patient!" After noting down Connor's request, the waiter bowed slightly and then left.

After ordering, Connor casually glanced at the scenery outside his window. He was currently on the second floor of the Norwich restaurant, next to a large floor-to-ceiling window. Looking up, most of Passar Street was in Connor's view.

Connor's gaze drifted almost imperceptibly to a pharmacy called Renault on a street not far away. That was the address Kararov had mentioned in the letter—Nine Passar Avenue. Because it was very close to Land Street, where Connor's apartment was located, Connor was somewhat familiar with Passar Avenue. Although he didn't remember what kind of store Nine Passar Avenue was before, Connor was certain that a month ago, it wasn't a Renault pharmacy!

Just as Connor had told Falgar before, Connor did not intend to barge in directly. As a psychic wizard and alchemist, Connor had his own methods to find out which Reno Pharmacy it was!

"Sir, your meal is ready. Gerard's steak is three shillings and two pence, the Surrey wine is two shillings and three pence, plus a 10% service charge, for a total of six shillings and one pence." The waiter placed the fragrant steak and the opened wine on the table in front of Connor and then handed Connor the bill.

Having no time or energy to haggle over a pittance with the waiter, Connor simply pulled out seven shillings from his wallet, tossed them to the waiter, and waved his hand, signaling that the waiter could leave.

Seeing Connor's generosity, the waiter naturally didn't mind, took the money Connor gave him, bowed to Connor, and then turned to serve the other guests with a smile.

Connor casually cut into the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside, juicy Gerard steak on his plate. Then, he pulled out a tiny Rubik's Cube, no bigger than a fingernail, from his spatial ring and, when no one in the restaurant was looking, threw it toward the floor-to-ceiling window next to him.

A bizarre scene unfolded. The Rubik's Cube that Connor threw out seemed to possess a magical power. Instead of being stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window, it silently passed through the window and fell onto the bustling Passar Avenue. The Rubik's Cube landed on the grass on the side of the street without making a sound, and then disappeared into the ground.

Having done all this, Connor, who had already cut Gerrard's steak into small pieces, skewered a piece of steak and put it into his mouth.

As he savored the wonderful texture of the beef in his mouth, a faint smile appeared on Connor's face. The next second, a burst of mental energy was released from the Rubik's Cube hidden beneath Passar Street and sent towards Renault's Pharmacy for detection.

The Rubik's Cube he just threw was an alchemical artifact that Connor had specially crafted for himself. Its sole purpose was to establish a mysterious connection with Connor's mental energy. Although the mental energy appeared to be released from the Rubik's Cube, it actually originated from Connor's inner world. Connor's purpose in doing this was to confuse the "Kararov" who might be hiding in the shadows at Reno's Pharmacy. As long as Mr. Kararov's mental energy did not exceed Connor's by one level, he could detect the existence of the Rubik's Cube without discovering Connor, who was sitting less than 100 meters away from Reno's Pharmacy, eating steak at a restaurant.

As soon as Connor released his mental energy, the chubby uncle in the back room of Renault Pharmacy, who was holding a coffee cup and drinking a cup of fragrant coffee, narrowed his already small eyes to just slits. Surprisingly, he did not take any action, allowing Connor's mental energy to successfully infiltrate Renault Pharmacy.

While eating steak at the Norwich Hotel, Connor meticulously scanned the pharmacy with his mental energy, remaining on high alert. Although he didn't know whether Mr. Kararov was actually in the Renault Pharmacy, he still took precautions to the best of his ability, just in case.

Having found nothing among the hundreds of medicine cabinets in the front hall of the Reynolds Pharmacy, Connor began to extend his mental energy into the back hall. However, as soon as his mental energy entered the back hall, although he had not yet found any clues, Connor's keen intuition made him sense something unusual in the back hall.

This unusual feeling made Connor, who was already very wary, even more vigilant. He silently took out his silver pendant from his spatial ring, ready to amplify his mental power at any time.

Connor's mental energy covered the back hall of Reno's Pharmacy, and no corner of the room could escape his gaze. However, as the investigation deepened, although Connor had not yet found anything, the strange feeling that Reno's Pharmacy gave him became more and more obvious.

"what?"

Just as Connor was preparing to increase his mental strength to figure out what was wrong with the Renault Pharmacy, his mental strength suddenly detected the voice of a middle-aged man.

Upon hearing the sound, Connor's expression changed, but before he could react, he felt his mental energy being attacked. A mysterious firebird engulfed in purple flames suddenly darted out from the corner of the room. The firebird opened its beak, and a silent scream burst forth, attacking Connor's mental energy in the pharmacy. Although the scream was silent, a hint of pain appeared in Connor's eyes as he ate steak in the restaurant.

"Mental attack on corrupted items!"

The appearance of the purple firebird immediately brought a name to Connor's mind. Although Connor was already prepared for the possibility that Mr. Karalov, the letter writer, and his possible companions were alchemists, and possibly alchemists of considerable skill, because of the runes in the ancient texts, the fact that this person immediately produced a second-tier mental attack item after discovering his mental probing still surprised Connor. After all, crafting enchanted items related to mental power not only requires alchemists with strong alchemical skills, but also requires alchemists with profound attainments in the mental realm.

(End of this chapter)