Wizard Earl

After spending ten minutes carefully examining Zivkovic's body, Connor looked somewhat regretful. He shook his head slightly, then collected everything from Zivkovic's body, including his spatial ring. Next, Connor poured oil on Zivkovic's corpse, destroying his remains...

Zivkovic wasn't lying; a restriction had indeed been placed in his divine sea. Moreover, this restriction was unlike any other divine sea restriction Connor had ever encountered before. The style and method of setting up this restriction were fundamentally different from the type of restriction Connor had learned from Kaman.

Although Connor couldn't be sure what the restriction was, based on his alchemical experience, he was certain it was an Odin-style divine sea restriction that bound and monitored the divine sea of ​​the one placed upon it. Moreover, the wizard who placed the restriction in Zivkovic's divine sea was extremely skilled in setting it up. Even Connor, a mental wizard, couldn't guarantee that he could break the restriction.

Moreover, even if Connor were to manage to break the divine sea restriction, the process of breaking it would not be completed in a short time. Now that Zivkovic is dead, his divine sea can only be maintained for a maximum of half an hour. After half an hour, his divine sea will completely dissipate. Therefore, in terms of time, breaking the restriction in his divine sea is almost an impossible task for Connor.

Another point is that because the restriction placed in Zivkovic's divine sea is in the Odin style, which Connor is not very familiar with, Connor cannot be sure whether this divine sea restriction is really as Zivkovic said, that as long as he tries to break it, the person who placed the restriction will sense it.

However, judging from the sophistication of Connor's methods in setting up this divine sea restriction, he was willing to believe Zivkovic's words. If that were the case, he would indeed be at risk of being traced back to the source. Therefore, Connor decided to send Zivkovic on his final journey, letting him return to dust.

After disposing of Zhivkovic's body, Connor erased all traces of his struggle with Zhivkovic. Having done this, Connor left the wooden stockade as quietly as he had arrived, leaving only the fire within the stockade still burning fiercely.

Five hours after Connor left, a bearded man and another bearded man arrived together at the wooden village in Kuyt Canyon. By then, all the Golovin tribe members had left the village, leaving only the devastation left by the fire.

The two men who arrived at the wooden village were dressed plainly, appearing to be just two ordinary middle-aged men from the Odin Empire. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that although they concealed their true nature well, they still subtly emitted energy fluctuations befitting formal wizards…

Looking at the charred remains of the wooden fortress, the bald man seemed to have discovered something. He examined some ashes from a corner of the fortress for a while, then turned to the bearded middle-aged man behind him and said in a deep voice, "Jacob, this fire was arson. The perpetrator appears to be a skilled alchemist. He skillfully arranged highly flammable oil throughout the fortress and then created this fire!"

The bearded man, whom the bald man called Jacob, seemed to trust the bald man's judgment completely, nodding and saying, "Gorlovkin, I have a bad feeling. Zhivkovich's death isn't simple!"

The bald man, Golovkin, shrugged helplessly upon hearing Jacob's words and said, "Jacob, you bull, you're so slow to react! Only realizing this now?"

"We both know Zhivkovic's strength very well. Neither of us could gain any advantage against him. And judging from the environment here, even if he has eliminated all traces of the battle, it's still too clean. This means one thing: the battle between Zhivkovic and his opponent wasn't intense at all, and it ended in a short time. This situation indicates that there is a gap in strength between Zhivkovic and his opponent!"

Upon hearing Golovkin's analysis, the bearded man, Jacob, looked around again, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent, only letting out a soft sigh.

Brushing the ashes off his hands, Golovkin pointed in the direction of the wooden house in the center of the stockade and said, "Let's go! If nothing unexpected happens, Zhivkovich died near that wooden house; I can sense his presence there!"

Golovkin and Jacob, who had been traveling together, arrived near the cabin. Looking at the impeccably clean surroundings, they exchanged bewildered glances. Golovkin rubbed his nose, looked around, shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "The person who killed Zhivkovic seems to be a master of murder and robbery. He's incredibly skilled at destroying evidence and cleaning up the scene; it's practically impossible to find any valuable clues!"

"Then how are we supposed to report back to that official?" Hearing Golovkin's question, Jacob realized the seriousness of the situation and frowned slightly as he asked.

"What else can I say? I'll just tell the truth!"

"The other side not only killed Zhivkovic, but also destroyed his body. Several hours have passed since Zhivkovic died, and with the winds of the Kuyt Canyon, his ashes are probably nowhere to be found. My Book of Wraiths is indeed powerful, but under these circumstances, it's impossible to summon him!"

"Fortunately, although Zivkovic's death was inexplicable and greatly disrupted our plans, the information in my Book of Vengeful Spirits and the scene of his death indicate that Zivkovic's divine sea restriction was not triggered. This means that the other side did not obtain any useful information from Zivkovic!"

"That's enough. Jacob, you don't think that lord cares much about Zhivkovic's life or death, or the survival of this small Golovin tribe, do you?"

"That's not true. In that person's eyes, whether it's Zhivkovic or the two of us, we're just pawns on the chessboard. We can be sacrificed if necessary!" Golovkin said this in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something that didn't concern him, but a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.