Wizard Earl

Upon hearing the young driver's question, the old driver, known as Fonte, glanced at him with his aged eyes. Instead of answering immediately, he pulled a crumpled homemade cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, then took out a box of matches, lit it, took a satisfied drag, and slowly said to the expectant young driver:

"Little Diaz, take my advice: don't be too curious. Neither of us has wizarding talent; we're just ordinary people. For people like us, knowing too much isn't a good thing!"

Although the old coachman named Fonte spoke slowly and casually, his tone was very serious!

Although Fonte's words were sincere, the impetuous young coachman, Diaz, clearly didn't take them to heart. Diaz leaned close to Fonte and said in a low, trembling voice, "Uncle Fonte, you know my nose is as sensitive as my dog, Da Huang's. I can smell blood in this bronze box, and I can tell it's not cow's blood or pig's blood, it smells like human blood..."

When he spoke of the young coachman, Diaz's voice trembled slightly, and a hint of fear was clearly visible in his eyes.

Diaz's words startled the old coachman Font, who was smoking and puffing away, and he almost dropped the homemade cigarette he was holding.

Seeing old Fonte's state, young Diaz panicked even more, saying in a flustered voice, "Uncle Fonte, what should we do? My mom said if anything happens in the convoy, we should look for you, Uncle Fonte!"

When he heard Diaz mention his mother, a hint of tenderness flickered in old Font's cloudy eyes, but the next second he glared at Diaz fiercely, then smoked the rest of his cigarette in one go, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it hard.

Scanning his surroundings and seeing that no one else was paying attention, Old Fonte spoke in a low voice to young Diaz, "Diaz, besides me, have you told anyone else about this?"

Upon hearing old Font's question, little Diaz immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum, and then he said, "Uncle Font, I just found out about this myself, so I came to find you right away!"

Relieved by Diaz's answer, old Font breathed a sigh of relief, then warned Diaz, "Diaz, you little rascal, I'm warning you, from now on, don't say a word. Just stay right behind me. Wherever the wizard tells us to deliver the things, we deliver them. You're your mother's only son, so don't let her worry. Do you understand?"

Although he still didn't understand what his Uncle Font meant, little Diaz nodded under Uncle Font's serious, even somewhat fierce, gaze, indicating that he understood.

Just then, the new bronze box was carried out of the wooden village and placed on the wagon. Seeing that it was alive, young Diaz and old Font, uncle and nephew, stopped talking and began their work. Under the command of the Golovin tribe's shaman, they drove the wagon carrying the bronze box towards the outside of the Kuyt Valley.

Connor, who had been listening to the conversation between Diaz and Fonte, the uncle and nephew, in the bushes outside the wooden village, was quietly lurking. Diaz's discovery of the bloody smell in the bronze box further convinced Connor that the Golovin tribe must have that thing, just as he had found in the Kastevili spatial ring!

Yes! That's right, Connor has now turned back and returned to the outskirts of this wooden stockade. To be honest, if someone had told Connor two hours ago that he was going to return to this stockade, Connor would have scoffed and cursed the person as an idiot. But now, driven by human greed, he has really returned here and is ready to meet Mr. Zivkovic again.

After observing quietly for a while, Connor began his operation. His black magic robes flashed continuously, and when he reappeared, he was already in a hidden corner of the wooden camp.

With his eyes closed, Connor concentrated all his mental energy, searching the wooden stockade for any trace of Zivkovic. This matter was extremely secretive; even Kastevili, the second elder of the Golovin tribe, only had a few clues in his spatial ring. If it weren't for Connor's extensive knowledge and meticulousness during the search, he might not have been able to find him at all.

Since Kastevili knows very little, the only way to gain anything is to find this guy, Zivkovich. The other members of the Golovin tribe probably know even less about this matter than Kastevili does!

After scanning the wooden stockade with his mental energy, Connor opened his eyes, his gaze filled with suspicion. Although Connor was certain that as long as Zivkovic wasn't a fool, he would definitely be stationed in the stockade at this crucial moment to protect the Golovin tribe's next move and prevent any accidents from happening.

However, Connor's search in the wooden stockade yielded nothing; he couldn't find even a single hair of Zivkovich in the stockade.

After thinking for a while, Connor looked at the ground and a question arose in his mind: Could it be that Zivkovic has gone underground again?

Thinking of this, Connor took out the silver pendant from his spatial ring and began to explore the underground of the wooden village under the mental amplification of the silver pendant. Just as Connor's mental amplification reached a depth of ten meters and he was about to continue exploring downwards, Connor's mental amplification suddenly discovered that Zivkovich was actually outside the wooden village.

Because Connor is a psychic wizard, his control over mental power and its coverage are far greater than Zivkovic's. As a result, Connor has discovered Zivkovic, but Zivkovic has not noticed Connor and is still flying towards the wooden village with his head down.

Sensing this, Connor immediately withdrew his mental energy and cautiously began monitoring Zhivkovic. However, at that moment, Connor noticed something bizarre: not far behind Zhivkovic, a dark figure was watching his departing back. Just as Connor was about to observe closely to see who this figure was, the figure turned and vanished without a trace…