Wizard Earl

Admittedly, now might be Connor's best chance to completely eliminate Prince Boateng, a potential security threat. Although Prince Boateng looks terrible now, having been severely damaged by Connor's alchemical mechanisms and psychic storm, as a veteran first-class wizard, he is still a formidable force. Even a wrecked ship has three thousand nails. Even if Connor manages to kill him by sheer luck, his own losses will be considerable. While the possibility of mutual destruction is small, the likelihood of him being severely injured is very high.

Furthermore, while Connor desperately wanted to eliminate Prince Boateng, this major problem, his death wasn't the real end for him. Bispin and Isabella's groups were still lurking in Frosinone's city center, ready to appear at any moment. If he were to fight Prince Boateng to the death now, killing this "cicada," would he still have the ability to deal with the two subsequent waves of "orioles"?

So, from an emotional standpoint, Conor could take this opportunity to get rid of Prince Boateng. However, from a rational perspective, leaving is a better option. After all, with such injuries, Prince Boateng will not pose any threat in the short term. And to fully recover from his injuries, it won't be possible in a short time. Conservatively speaking, it will take Prince Boateng at least three to five years to return to his previous condition.

By then, Connor was very confident that as long as he lived, as long as he caused trouble for Prince Boateng, Prince Boateng would stay obediently in the Odin Empire and disappear without a trace, not daring to appear in front of him again!

Shortly after Connor left, Prince Boateng finally emerged from the pain in his head. He took out a bottle of light green potion from his spatial ring and put it in his mouth. Only after feeling the cool potion enter his stomach did his pain truly begin to improve.

Although it was unclear whether Connor Ferguson would choose to spare him at the last moment, Prince Boateng no longer thought about it. The physical pain and mental trauma had brought him back to his senses from the madness of his desire for revenge.

He also realized that his injuries were severe and would not heal quickly. This meant that his plan to kill Connor Ferguson to avenge Reyes's severed arm had failed completely. He was no longer capable of causing trouble for Connor Ferguson, twisting off Connor's head, and handing it over to Professor Reyes.

Despite feeling disappointed and unwilling, Prince Boateng quickly made a decision. Since he could no longer kill Connor, there was no point in him staying in Frosinone, a place teeming with all sorts of people.

Now it's time for Prince Boateng to forget everything here, leave Frosinone, return to the Odin Empire, and go back to West Ham. Like a wounded snake, he'll return to his own territory, silently lick his wounds, gather his strength, and wait for the next opportunity to take revenge on Reyes and Connor Ferguson, master and apprentice. Although this opportunity may never come again in his lifetime, Prince Boateng is willing to wait!

Having made up his mind, Prince Boateng rested for a while, then stood up and walked out of Goodison Park, the place that had caused him so much pain, toward a manor house that he remembered.

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In the Correcia Estate, on the western outskirts of Frosinone.

In a lavishly decorated room, Isabella's beautiful eyes were closed, and purple mist rose and swirled around her, clearly indicating that she was at a crucial moment in her meditation practice.

Beneath Isabella, a huge crystal bed, seemingly carved from a single piece of crystal, was shimmering with a faint white light, providing Isabella with all the energy she needed for cultivation.

Time ticked by, and the swirling purple mist rising from Isabella grew increasingly dense, eventually enveloping her entire body. Realizing this, Isabella abruptly opened her eyes. Her once sky-blue pupils now shimmered with an eerie purple light, captivating and mesmerizing, making it difficult not to be mesmerized…

"Maryland Cohen... Atlanta... Grosso... Del... Inzaghi..."

As her eyes flashed with an eerie purple light, Isabella parted her cherry lips and uttered a rapid yet very clear incantation. As the incantation appeared, the already dense purple smoke surrounding Isabella erupted again, becoming almost tangible.

At that moment, the energy fluctuations around Isabella's body began to intensify. Soon after, a crisp sound like shattering glass came from her body. The appearance of these crisp sounds seemed to indicate something. The purple mist that had been shrouding Isabella and was almost solidified was slowly absorbed by Isabella's body.

One minute later, Isabella absorbed all the purple mist into her body. At this moment, Isabella could clearly feel that her aura was more than half stronger than before, basically reaching the peak of a high-level wizard apprentice. She was only one step away from breaking through to become a first-level wizard!

Feeling her own aura strengthen, a look of joy appeared on Isabella's beautiful face, and the eerie purple light that had been flashing in her eyes gradually faded away.

Half an hour later, feeling her aura gradually stabilize, Isabella reluctantly ended her cultivation and stepped down from the crystal bed. It was clearly noticeable that the enormous crystal bed was now much dimmer than before…

As Isabella stepped out of the room, she was greeted by Adolf, the gray-robed old man who was protecting her at the door.

"Very good, Isabella, you have finally mastered the Saint Laurent Thorn Flower. In at most six months, you will be able to break through to become a first-level wizard." After looking Isabella over, the gray-robed elder Adolf said with great satisfaction: