Wizard Earl

The green sea of ​​fire came quickly and went just as fast, lasting only about half a minute before quietly extinguishing under Robelli's watchful gaze, leaving behind only scorched earth filled with a pungent odor. Beneath this scorched earth, one could vaguely see charred black metal spheres and other metallic powder...

"Hehehe! Connor Ferguson, you bastard, did you really think I was just some nobody? I knew you were good at array formations, I was already on guard against your tricks, hahaha!" Having destroyed the array formations hidden around the boxes, Robelli was extremely pleased with himself, laughing loudly as he spoke:

Holding the bone flute and wearing a smile, Robelli walked arrogantly towards the box without any hesitation. He glanced at the subtly gleaming silver lock, then took out the brass key and tentatively inserted it into the lock's keyhole. Before he could even turn it to the left, the lock on the box immediately emitted a crisp sound.

"Click!"

With that sound, the lid of the box was immediately opened, and a dark red metal block the size of an egg immediately came into Robbie's view.

Feeling the familiar aura of Paye Gold on this dark red metal, even the shrewd Robelli couldn't help but show a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. Without hesitation, he reached out and the dark red metal fell into his hand.

Overjoyed, Robelli thoroughly examined the dark red metal "egg." A minute later, just as he was about to put the dark red metal block into his spatial ring and take it away, Robelli seemed to remember something and took out a brown wooden token from his pocket.

Looking at the unmoving token in his hand, Robbie suddenly had an ominous premonition for some reason. This wooden token was the control center of the restrictive mechanism in his Arshavin Glasses Shop. As long as Robbie was within a 300-mile radius of Arshavin Glasses Shop, this wooden token would warn Robbie immediately if any situation occurred.

In other words, if Connor went to Arshavin's optician's shop, the wooden token would react, but right now, it's completely unresponsive...

Just as Robbie was taken aback by the situation, somewhat surprised that Connor hadn't yet made a move against Arshavin's Optical Shop as he had expected, Robbie suddenly felt an intense itch in his right hand, which was holding the dark red metal block, and in his left hand, which had just been playing with the dark red metal block.

This sudden turn of events, though somewhat unexpected, still gave Robelli a sense of conspiracy! Without hesitation, he decisively threw the refined Paye Gold he had been longing for onto the ground. Although Robelli's actions were very decisive, unfortunately, the itchy sensation had already spread from his hand to his body with lightning speed.

Feeling an itchy sensation spreading across his entire body, Robelli's fleshy face contorted in pain. Thinking he had been poisoned, he immediately retrieved a bottle of pale blue potion from his spatial ring and swallowed it. However, to his disappointment, this long-treasured antidote, which he had placed such high hopes on, offered absolutely no relief from his itching...

"This is... Demonic radiation?"

Seeing that the antidote had no effect whatsoever, Robbie finally realized what kind of dirty trick Connor Ferguson had played on him.

A glint of resentment flashed in his eyes. Robelli endured the itching that clung to his entire body and desperately flew away as far as possible from the egg-sized, dark red metal block that he had treasured just a minute ago.

A few seconds later, Robelli, who had flown a hundred meters away from the dark red metal block, wanted to continue his escape, but unfortunately, he could no longer do so. Helplessly, he sat down on the ground and, as if trying anything, began to practice his meditation technique to try to resist the damage to his body from the magic metal radiation.

But by then, it seemed a little too late. The radiation from the magic metal had already caused countless red spots to appear on Robelli's body, and these spots were rapidly turning into red pustules at a visible speed.

Sitting on the ground, Roberi, channeling all his magical power to desperately resist the demonic metal, still couldn't sense any energy fluctuations emanating from the wooden token in his arms. His heart immediately felt as if it had fallen into an eternal ice cave, filled with despair and utter stillness…

Since the wooden token has not emitted any energy fluctuations so far, it means that Connor Ferguson has not infiltrated his Arshavin Glasses Shop to investigate his secrets as he had expected. Under normal circumstances, Robbie would definitely feel a sense of relief in this situation, but at this moment, Robbie, who is resisting the radiation of the magic metal, feels utterly cold and desperate.

Since Connor Ferguson didn't investigate Arshavin's glasses shop at this point, where would he be?

There is only one answer, and that is the Baresi Forest!

Upon realizing this, Robbie despairingly discovered that he might have misjudged Connor Ferguson's motives from the very beginning and underestimated his determination and courage. Connor's scheme to lure him away from the Arshavin Optical Shop in downtown Frosinone was not a diversionary tactic to investigate the shop, but rather to kill him!

As if to confirm Robbie's conjecture, the next second Robbie's mental power clearly sensed that Connor Ferguson's aura was emerging from the nearby forest, and that Connor Ferguson was approaching him at an extremely fast speed.

Upon realizing this, Robbie immediately wanted to do something, but sadly she realized that she was currently desperately resisting the corrosive effects of the magic radiation on her body and was unable to spare any magic power to effectively deal with Connor's appearance.

Under Robbie's mental perception, ten seconds later, Connor Ferguson, dressed in a black robe, appeared a hundred meters away from Robbie, looking at Robbie, who was sitting on the ground covered in red pustules and looked extremely miserable and disheveled, with a half-smile.