Wizard Earl

Chapter 518 Renault's Pharmacy (2)

Although he recognized the origin of the purple firebird, Connor didn't have time to think much. Without any hesitation, Connor's mental power immediately locked onto a chubby, middle-aged man in a corner of Reno's Pharmacy. The man had a serious expression and was holding a purple token. Although the energy fluctuations emanating from this chubby man were very strong, he had not yet reached the level of a formal wizard and was still in the category of wizard apprentice.

Connor had to admit that the fat man's ability to hide was extremely strong. His mental energy had already spread throughout the inner hall of the pharmacy, covering everything, yet he still couldn't find the man's trace. If it weren't for Connor's keen intuition, which detected a subtle and inexplicable anomaly, Connor would probably still be in the dark. But now that this middle-aged fat man had taken the initiative to show himself, Connor would naturally give him a good beating. When it came to mental strength, as a mental wizard, Connor had never been afraid of anyone among his fellow wizarding apprentices!

With a light tap of his fingers on the silver pendant hidden in his hand, Connor's mental strength in the back hall of Reno's Pharmacy suddenly increased by three points, and a mental shock immediately shot towards the fat uncle holding the jade pendant!

Seemingly sensing the terrifying power of Connor's mental attack, the fat man's expression changed slightly. He then cast a spell on the jade tablet in his hand, and a burst of purple light immediately emanated from it. Then, the mysterious purple firebird, like a peacock spreading its tail, condensed into a purple light screen, protecting the fat man behind him and blocking Connor's mental attack.

Connor picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass. He swirled the wine, letting it breathe, a half-smile playing on his angular face. His lips moved slightly, but no one in the bustling restaurant heard him clearly as he spoke in a low voice: "Another mentally enhanced artifact, combining offense and defense..."

Inside the Reno Pharmacy, despite being protected by the magical artifact in his hand, the chubby man behind the purple light screen still had a very serious expression. Similar to Connor, this chubby man was Mr. Kararov, who had delivered the message to Varga. After leaving the letter for Varga and telling her, who was using the alias Antonella, where to reply, he was already prepared for a "guest" to visit.

Unfortunately, the portly man seemed unaware that the "guest" he was waiting for would visit him in this way, through mental energy. Although he had wasted decades at the advanced wizard apprentice level and believed that few could pose a threat to him at that level, Karalov still felt pressure from the powerful mental energy that seemed to come from nowhere before him.

Connor took a sip of the perfectly brewed red wine, then lightly flicked the silver pendant in his hand. His mental energy in the back room of the pharmacy immediately solidified, and an even stronger mental shockwave shot towards the light barrier formed by the purple firebird. Sensing the threat, the fat uncle's eyes gleamed, and he placed his large hands on the purple light barrier. Powerful magic surged from his body, maintaining the existence of the purple light barrier.

Connor, who was chewing on a fragrant steak in the restaurant, suddenly changed his expression, which had remained calm throughout. He subconsciously glanced at the Renault Pharmacy outside the window, his dark pupils filled with caution.

This exchange just now gave Connor a slight understanding of the middle-aged, overweight man's strength. In terms of mental power, Connor was only slightly stronger than the man on his own. However, with the mental power enhancement from the silver pendant, Connor's mental power would have a decisive advantage. But judging from the man's current display of the sheer volume and purity of his magical power, describing it as crushing Connor might be an exaggeration, but it definitely surpassed Connor's level.

Just as Connor realized the danger, Mr. Kararov, who had been shielding Connor's mental attack from the light barrier in the Reno Pharmacy, waved his hand again and uttered an obscure incantation. Although he didn't know what the middle-aged man was up to, Connor knew it was definitely not a good thing. He took out a piece of paper and a pen from his spatial ring, hurriedly wrote an address on the paper, and then threw it out the window next to him. After doing all this, Connor put on his top hat and coat and quietly left through the back door of the Norwich restaurant.

A dozen seconds later, in the back hall of Renault's Pharmacy, Mr. Kararov, a middle-aged, overweight man who was about to unleash a powerful attack on the "guest" who had not yet shown himself, sensed the dissipating spiritual energy outside the light screen. A look of doubt flashed in his narrowed eyes. However, after a few more seconds, the man, who was certain that the "guest" had left before even showing himself, somewhat annoyedly withdrew his spell.

Looking at the bustling street outside the pharmacy with a puzzled expression, the chubby uncle hesitated for a moment before walking out of the pharmacy. Once outside, he quickly spotted a piece of paper fluttering in the wind on the street. His eyes narrowed slightly, and with a slight movement of his large hand, the paper came into his grasp.

After glancing at the contents of the notebook, a half-smile appeared on the fat man's lips. Then, with a slight exertion, the notebook turned into powder and was blown away by the street wind. After doing all this, the fat man still didn't leave. Instead, he came to the grass on the side of Passar Street. Looking at the lush green grass, the fat man gently shuffled his feet, and a small, exquisite Rubik's Cube was forced out from the ground.

Looking at the Rubik's Cube lying quietly on the grass, the chubby uncle's fingers twitched slightly, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses appeared in his hand. After putting on the glasses, the chubby uncle carefully examined the Rubik's Cube on the grass. After about a minute, after confirming that the Rubik's Cube was not dangerous, the uncle took off his glasses, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

As the saying goes, "The older you get in the martial arts world, the more timid you become." Although the fat uncle was confident in his strength, the mysterious "guest's" strange methods still left a deep impression on him. In addition, the small Rubik's Cube that he tracked down and found as the source of spiritual power was obviously not an ordinary item from an alchemical point of view. Therefore, the uncle was still a little wary, fearing that someone had set a trap.

The chubby uncle shook his head and waved his hand at the Rubik's Cube, trying to take it into his own hands, but a scene that surprised him greatly occurred.

The Rubik's Cube, which had been resting quietly on the grass, suddenly transformed into bubbles and vanished without a trace into the air...

(End of this chapter)