Wizard Earl

Robbie clearly remembered that thirteen days ago, at his Arshavin Optical Shop, Connor promised Robbie that he would send the refined Payemo gold to Arshavin Optical Shop by express delivery in half a month.

Now Connor has broken his promise and instead of sending the items directly to Arshavin's Optical Shop by courier, he sent them to Baresi Forest. What exactly is he trying to do?

Robbie wasn't stupid, so he knew the answer to this question perfectly well. Connor was doing this simply to lure him out of his lair, Arshavin Optical Shop, so that Connor Ferguson could infiltrate Arshavin Optical Shop himself. Clearly, Connor Ferguson was very curious about his secrets at Arshavin Optical Shop!

Thinking of this, Robbie's eyes were still warily observing his surroundings, but a disdainful smile appeared on his chubby face.

After Connor Ferguson discovered the restrictive mechanisms in Arshavin's Optical Shop last time, he was deeply troubled and spent a great deal of effort to not only drastically modify the mechanisms but also double their power. If Connor Ferguson still thought the restrictive mechanisms in the shop were the same as before, he would be in for a big surprise.

It was for this reason that Robbie chose to leave Arshavin's Optical Shop after realizing Connor's intentions, deliberately giving Connor an opportunity to lure him into a trap and teach him a painful lesson.

In addition, Robbie knew that since Connor had hidden the item here, he must have made some arrangements in the forest to delay his return to Arshavin's Glasses Shop and prevent him from easily obtaining the refined Paye Magic Gold.

The sky above grew darker and darker, and the wind whistled through the Baresi Forest. In this environment, Robbie finally arrived at the place where he had last met Connor, the place where Sabitzer had fallen.

Robelli's guess was absolutely right. Right there in the spot, a locked box had been placed there by someone. The box was small and ordinary, looking like any suitcase that would sell for a shilling in any shop in Frosinone. There was nothing particularly special about it. However, it was obvious that the box was very heavy. No matter how strong the wind was blowing in the Baresi Forest, the box remained as still as a mountain.

Although he knew that the refined Paye Gold he so desperately wanted was likely hidden inside this box by Connor Ferguson, Robbie was itching to open it immediately and retrieve the refined Paye Gold. However, his experience and shrewdness allowed him to overcome his desire and restrain himself from rushing over. Instead, he stood at a safe distance from the box, carefully examining it.

Although the box was very ordinary and had no special features, it was secured with a lock that shone with a subtle silver light. Robelli could tell at a glance that the lock was made of mithril, a high-grade alchemical material, and that the mithril content in the lock was definitely not low, at least 10%!

Realizing this, Robbie's eyes also turned serious. A lock crafted by an alchemist of Connor's caliber using so much mithril couldn't possibly be a simple object...

After pondering for a moment, Robbie took out the brass key that had been delivered to his package from his spatial ring and examined it again. In the basement of Arshavin's optician's shop, he still couldn't figure out the purpose of the brass key that Connor had given him, but now, seeing this gleaming lock, Robbie immediately thought of the brass key. If he wasn't mistaken, this brass key should be used to open the lock on this box!

Although Robbie guessed the purpose of the brass key, his inspection this time was just like half an hour ago; he found nothing of value on the brass key.

Reluctantly giving up again, Robbie could only turn his attention back to the box. He couldn't believe that Connor, after going through so much trouble to get him out of Arshavin's optician's shop, would so easily hand over this box to him.

As the saying goes, "hard work pays off" and "Heaven helps those who help themselves." With Robelli's careful examination, he finally discovered some clues on the ground around the box.

Three minutes later, Robelli, who already had an idea in mind, smiled confidently on his chubby face, took out some glass beads from his spatial ring, and threw them around the box.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The glass beads hit the ground with a series of muffled thuds. As the sound came, the glass beads shattered, and some strange-looking insects broke through the glass beads and came out.

At that moment, Robelli took out a bone flute from his spatial ring. It shimmered with a pale white light and looked like it was made of some kind of magical beast's bone. He put it to his lips and began to play.

As Robelli played, the bone flute immediately began to play a mournful tune. With the music, the insects that had been ejected from the broken glass beads seemed to be under control, crawling in circles around the box. As they crawled, they released a pungent, pale green liquid onto the ground.

The insects were completely controlled by the sound of the bone flute, moving in circles. But as the pale green liquid was released, their bodies began to decompose and dissolve, yet their crawling never stopped for a moment…

In just two minutes, the strange-looking insects released from the Robelli glass bead, driven by the sound of the bone flute, all decomposed and died from releasing a pale green liquid. Their deaths stained the ground around the box with a strangely eerie green color.

Seeing this, Robelli's face did not change at all. He simply flicked his index finger, and a green flame landed on the green ground around the box.

The falling flames were like dry tinder igniting a raging fire, instantly setting the green earth around the box ablaze. Strangely, despite the raging fire, the green flames seemed to be restrained by some force, never daring to cross the line towards the box in the center.