Wizard Earl

Chapter 549 The Gem in the Crystal Ball

Having treated the wound on his wrist, Connor turned his attention back to the eerily strange cube-shaped crystal, now imbued with his blood. A hint of excitement flickered in his eyes as he formed a hand seal and chanted an ancient, obscure incantation.

As Connor chanted his incantation, the cube-shaped crystal, which had been virtually indestructible and had withstood dozens of blows from Connor's steel hammer without much change, began to melt at a visible speed...

Seeing that the spell had worked, Connor's expression immediately turned excited. He had been right, and his actions had been correct. The word "blood" on the letter indeed referred to the bloodline of the Ferguson family, that is, the blood of Connor Ferguson himself.

Connor's gaze was fixed on the cube-shaped crystal. Having gone to such great lengths, he was determined to find out as soon as possible what was hidden and sealed within the cube-shaped crystal!

After melting for about ten seconds, a crimson hue appeared in Connor's field of vision at the core of the cube crystal. Just as Connor, filled with surprise and excitement, was about to continue chanting the spell to get a closer look at the crimson hue, the cube crystal remained completely still and stopped melting no matter how much Connor chanted the spell.

Seeing that the spell was no longer effective, Connor frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped chanting the spell. At this point, the cube-shaped crystal, because most of it had melted, could no longer be called a cube and had become a crystal ball about the size of a football.

Within this crystal ball, a crimson hue can be clearly seen, but the naked eye cannot discern what this crimson hue actually is.

After observing carefully for a while, Connor took out his magnifying glass from his spatial ring. Since he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye, he had to use tools. Soon, with the help of his mental power and the magnifying glass, Connor could see clearly what that crimson red thing was. It seemed to be a gemstone, a crimson gemstone, as bright as fire...

Fire? Celta Vigo?

Upon realizing this, Connor understood immediately. If he remembered correctly, the evil god Celta, worshipped by the Celta Church, was in charge of fire. As a result, most of the wizards in the Celta Church were fire wizards, possessing a high level of expertise in everything related to fire. If this reasoning was correct, then everything became clear: this crimson gem was obtained from the Celta Church by Ferguson's ancestor, Stip Ferguson.

After putting the magnifying glass back into his spatial ring, Connor looked at the crystal ball in front of him for a while, then released his innate spell, Abyss Chains, and cautiously probed towards the crystal ball.

"Bang!"

The abyssal chains made contact with the crystal ball, producing a muffled thud. However, not a single scratch was left on the surface of the crystal ball. Seeing this, even though he had expected it, Connor still gave a wry smile. It seemed that if he wanted to get his hands on the crimson gem inside the crystal ball, he would still need the hint from Stip Ferguson's letter.

The word "blood" refers to the bloodline of the Ferguson family, which has already broken through the first layer of the crystal seal. So the word "soul" should probably refer to the soul of the Ferguson family, which can unlock the second layer of the crystal seal.

If that's the case, a hint of worry appeared in Connor's eyes. Others might not know, but he himself was very clear that his soul was not the original Connor Ferguson; he came from Earth! If the word "soul" really referred to the soul of the Ferguson family, then it was very likely that he wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle. To break through the second layer of this crystal seal, he would need to find another way!

Just as Connor was pondering how to decipher the crystal ball in front of him, another crystal ball the size of a fist in Connor's spatial ring exhibited an unusual phenomenon, flashing red light. This crystal ball was the accessory to the small bronze mirror that Connor had placed in the guest room of Ferguson's apartment. Its red light indicated that a new discovery had been made regarding the small bronze mirror.

Upon discovering this, Connor immediately put aside his thoughts and took out the crystal ball from his spatial ring. He was genuinely curious about who this person was who had installed sensors in the trash cans on the street to monitor his Ferguson apartment, and what they looked like.

With his palm resting on the shimmering red crystal ball, Connor immersed his mental energy into it. Immediately, the familiar scene of Rand Street in the East End appeared before his eyes. However, to Connor's surprise, in the very center of the scene, near the trash can equipped with a sensor, was not Alex Sandro, as Connor had imagined, or any other Celtic wizard. Judging from his uniform, he seemed to be a... middle-aged male sanitation worker, around forty years old?

Watching the sanitation worker seemingly emptying a trash can, Connor felt a pang of doubt. Sanitation workers cleaning trash cans on the street wasn't unusual; on the contrary, it was a daily routine on Rand Street. In fact, even the sanitation worker in the picture seemed familiar to Connor upon closer inspection; he appeared to be the sanitation worker responsible for this area of ​​Rand Street…

However, for some reason, Connor felt something was off about this scene, which should have been of no value. It was as if an unseen hand was secretly manipulating everything!

Just as Connor began to ponder, the sanitation worker in the scene seemed to have finished emptying the trash can and turned around to place a trash bag on the cart next to him.

The moment the sanitation worker turned around, Connor, who had a clear view of the middle-aged man's face, immediately understood. He finally realized why he had always felt something was off about this sanitation worker! The sanitation worker's eyes were vacant and confused; he seemed to have no independent thought whatsoever, like a puppet on strings! There was only one possible explanation for this: his soul was being controlled. Whatever command a wizard lurking in the shadows gave, he would do.

Realizing this, Connor's expression became somewhat serious. For a wizard, manipulating the souls of ordinary people and making them perform various actions like puppets under his command is not an easy task!

(End of this chapter)