Wizard Earl

Chapter 655 Treating Injuries (1)

Margaret originally intended to simply remove the arrow from her shoulder, but upon hearing Connor's instructions, a look of doubt immediately appeared in her beautiful eyes. Despite her confusion, Martina still chose to trust Connor without hesitation, nodding slightly to indicate that she would not touch the arrow.

Seeing this, Connor felt relieved and began to prepare to clean up the scene. Connor took out two large buckets of kerosene that he had prepared in advance and treated himself from his spatial ring, and poured it on the ground where Margaret and Martina had fought. Although this place was a remote rural area, it was not far from the city of Rune, so the risk of being discovered was not small, so we had to be careful!

Connor acted quickly; in just about a minute, the oil he had prepared covered all the traces of the battle on the ground. After finishing, Connor nodded in satisfaction. Although this black, viscous liquid with a pungent smell was called oil on the stone steps, it actually had another very famous name on Earth—petroleum!

Although oil has been discovered in the world, its value has not been widely recognized due to the current level of industrial development. The utilization of petroleum is still in the initial exploratory stage. At present, coal remains the world's primary industrial raw material.

When Connor discovered kerosene in the mines of Rune a year ago, he was incredibly excited and couldn't wait to buy nearly a ton for alchemy experiments. He was eager to see what kind of amazing reaction would occur when alchemy and petroleum, the lifeblood of industry, collided in this world of the supernatural... And the special kerosene Connor is using now is the result of his experiments combining petroleum and alchemy.

With a thought, Connor conjured a small flame at his fingertips. He then gently blew on it, and the flame floated lightly above the oil before landing. The flame and Connor's specially made black oil ignited instantly, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire. In just a second, everything the oil touched turned into a raging inferno. Even the injured Margaret, standing to the side, couldn't help but show surprise at the rapid spread of the fire.

Gazing at the raging fire before him, Connor Ferguson, the instigator, smugly gleamed. He was perhaps the most knowledgeable person in the world about oil, the only one who truly understood its immense energy. The specially formulated petroleum burning now was something he had prepared specifically for today's operation. He had added several additives to the petroleum and meticulously refined it. This special petroleum, once ignited, would burn extremely rapidly and thoroughly, yet its flames would be short-lived, never lasting more than a minute. Combining these three characteristics, this special petroleum was practically a perfect tool for murder, robbery, destruction, and crime scene cleanup!

With this, Connor no longer needed to use his spiritual fire, the black flame, to clean up the scene bit by bit. It was not only faster and less wasteful, but also much cleaner.

The fire lasted for about half a minute before it was completely extinguished, leaving the ground completely blackened and showing no trace of the fierce battle that had taken place here just over ten minutes earlier.

Seeing this, Connor smiled slightly and turned to Margaret beside him, saying, "Alright, let's go!"

Upon hearing Connor's voice and witnessing the miraculous scene before her, Margaret, looking around with amazement in her eyes, snapped out of her daze and nodded to Connor.

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Twenty minutes later, at the villa that Leonie had bought for Connor and Margaret to meet in the countryside of Rune, Connor and Margaret, who had ambushed Martina, rushed back. Because Margaret still had that arrow stuck in her shoulder, Connor didn't rest at all and immediately started working.

Under Margaret's watchful gaze, Connor took out a bottle of pale yellow medicinal wine, a small but incredibly sharp silver knife, and some white powder with a strange fragrance from his spatial ring.

Margaret glanced at Connor's solemn expression and the tools he pulled from his spatial ring. Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked Connor, "Connor, what's so special about this cold arrow that it requires all this trouble?"

Upon hearing Margaret's question, Connor did not answer her immediately. Instead, he focused on preparing to remove the arrow from Margaret's shoulder, carefully burning the extremely sharp silver dagger he had taken from his spatial ring with his spiritual fire and black flames.

After disinfecting the silver dagger, Connor waved for Margaret to expose her shoulder to him. As Margaret undressed, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders, Connor picked up the bottle of pale yellow medicinal wine and gently cleaned her wounds, speaking slowly and deliberately: "Margaret, I'm certain that the mastermind who killed Tusam with a cold arrow right in front of me to silence him was Martina! The cold arrow Martina shot at you is exactly the same one she used to kill Tusam!"

Margaret, whose wounds were being cleaned by Connor, seemed unsurprised by his confirmation. She nodded and asked, "Connor, did you mark Martina?"

Margaret's question immediately ignited a chilling killing intent in Connor's eyes. He replied expressionlessly, "Of course, but Martina is no fool. So I placed my mental mark on her very discreetly. While this makes it more likely to evade Martina, the mark's effect isn't very obvious. I can only vaguely discern Martina's current location."

After hearing Connor's explanation, Margaret shook her head slightly with regret and said helplessly, "That's all we can do. The longbow in Martina's hand is truly terrifying. If I hadn't used a spell to block it just now, I would be seriously injured, if not dead." As she said this, a look of fear flashed in Margaret's eyes.

(End of this chapter)