Wizard Earl

It took Connor several minutes to calm himself down after receiving such a large amount of cultivation resources. He regained his composure and looked at the dozens of spatial rings in the cloth bag on the ground, which he had already emptied.

After thinking for two seconds, a hint of regret appeared in Connor's eyes, but he still dug a pit thirty meters deep in the ground and threw dozens of rings along with the cloth bag into the pit!

One last glance at the dozens of equally valuable spatial rings, Connor shook his head, but still took out two alchemical bombs from the spatial rings and threw them into the pit.

"Bang!"

Under Connor's watchful eye, the two alchemical bombs that had fallen to the bottom of the crater exploded thirty meters underground. The terrifying shockwave from the explosion instantly shattered dozens of spatial rings located at the blast center into fragments, creating a tiny spatial black hole underground that sucked all the fragments of the spatial rings into the spatial turbulence...

The spatial black hole formed quickly and dissipated just as fast. After absorbing the fragments of the spatial ring, it automatically healed and returned to its previous state, leaving only the traces of the alchemical bomb explosion to tell what had just happened in this 30-meter-deep underground pit.

"Ugh!"

With a long sigh, Connor shook his head regretfully, then waved his hand to fill in the pit. Based on the current prices of spatial rings on the black markets of Frosinone and the Odin Empire, the dozens of spatial rings were conservatively estimated to be worth over 30,000 magic stones. Even if sold as stolen goods, they would fetch over 20,000 magic stones. Now, inside the spatial turbulence, those fragments of spatial rings would soon turn to dust and ashes…

If Connor hadn't learned from William and Kastruvili's conversation that the Golovin tribe's goal was to obtain the flesh and blood of the fifty-odd Kamans and Odin wizards who were participating in the Blue Stone Auction, he would never have blown up those dozens of spatial rings for nothing!

The deaths of more than fifty wizards, even if they were all wizarding apprentices and none of them were formal wizards, are still a significant matter on the border between Kaman and Odin. Once exposed, the white wizards of both countries will definitely follow up quickly. Moreover, since it involves wizards from both countries and the deaths occurred within Odin's territory, it is not impossible for it to become a diplomatic incident and be thoroughly investigated!

If things escalate too much, there will definitely be wizards skilled in divination who will use divination to predict what has happened. At that point, those spatial rings will be like time bombs for Connor, and could be revealed by divination at any time. In that case, Connor will be scapegoated for the Golovin tribe. Even if he is not guilty, he will still be guilty. He will be unable to clear his name no matter what he does!

Therefore, for safety reasons, Connor had no choice but to reluctantly send these dozens of spatial rings into the spatial turbulence. Once inside the spatial turbulence, the spatial rings turned into powder and dust, and even if you have the greatest abilities, you will not be able to divine their existence at all!

Having dealt with this lurking danger, Connor seemed to have thought of something, and took out a light blue spatial ring from his pocket, examining it carefully.

This high-end-looking spatial ring belonged to Kastevili, the second elder of the Golovin tribe who died at Connor's hands. After Zivkovic emerged from underground, Connor had no chance to search Kastevili's soul again and could only kill him. However, after killing him, Connor took the spatial ring from Kastevili's body.

Out of curiosity about why the Golovin tribe was making such a big fuss at the Blue Stone Auction, Connor didn't confuse this spatial ring belonging to Kastevili with the spatial rings of those unfortunate souls. Instead, he put it aside and planned to study it carefully later to see if he could find any clues about the Golovin tribe's purpose.

Now that Connor had resolved most of the issues, it was the perfect opportunity to study the blue spatial ring. With a slight glint in his eyes, Connor began to remove the mental imprint of Castulvili from the blue spatial ring.

To Connor's surprise, although Castulvili had died tragically at his hands, the mental imprint on the blue spatial ring was still very strong. Moreover, the spatial ring seemed to have some kind of restriction that would cause it to self-destruct once the mental imprint was forcibly removed. If it were an ordinary level one wizard, he would really be helpless and have a great headache when facing this spatial ring. If he tried to force it, he might not get anything at all.

However, the person who removed the mental imprint from this spatial ring was Connor Ferguson. Connor was not only a psychic wizard with extremely strong mental power, but also an alchemist proficient in restrictions. For him, breaking the spatial ring was not a difficult task.

After Connor carefully manipulated it for more than ten minutes, the troublesome spatial ring finally opened its arms to Connor Ferguson, allowing Connor to freely examine what was inside Castulvili's spatial ring.

"This is···········?"

Connor's mental energy sensed the items in the spatial ring, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. However, a few seconds later, his mental energy seemed to have discovered something extraordinary in the spatial ring. An incredulous look immediately appeared on Connor's angular face. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Connor's face flickered a few times, as if he had realized something. His throat moved subconsciously, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

After putting down the spatial ring, Connor seemed to hesitate about something, his expression constantly changing—sometimes excited, sometimes solemn, sometimes greedy… A minute later, Connor’s expression finally stopped changing. He took a deep breath, put on his black magic robe, and rushed out of the forest.

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"Hurry up! Don't slack off!"

Handle with care! Put down gently!

In the wooden village of Kuit Canyon at night, the Golovin tribe members were busy loading huge bronze boxes onto wagons. Then, guided by the Golovin tribe's shaman, they pulled the bronze boxes out of Kuit Canyon.

"Uncle Fonte, what do you think is inside this bronze box?" Outside the wooden village, a young coachman, waiting for his people to load the bronze box onto the carriage, asked the older coachman beside him with great curiosity.