Wizard Earl

When Connor saw that what he was looking for was just ordinary cotton, he frowned slightly. However, he did not give up and immediately opened all the wooden boxes one by one. But to Connor's extreme disappointment, without exception, all the contents of these wooden boxes were the most ordinary cotton!

Seeing the wooden crates filled with pure white cotton, Connor, who had been hoping to use this to break the deadlock and was filled with anticipation, was now deeply frustrated. He never expected that he had guessed wrong; these wooden crates really did only contain cotton.

Although the current outcome seems frustrating, Connor did not become discouraged. He composed himself, rallied, and decided to close the wooden crates one by one, making it seem as if nothing had ever happened.

However, Connor, who was about to close the wooden box, suddenly stared at the cotton in the box as if he had discovered something, as if the cotton in the box was something else entirely.

While at Ruenglen University, Reyes, as his mentor, had guided his alchemical experiments. Reyes told Connor that in alchemy, sometimes what you see with your eyes may not be real; you need to carefully feel it. For some reason, although Connor could tell himself with absolute certainty that the contents of the wooden box were just ordinary cotton, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with those things…

Connor stared at the wooden box for a full minute, clinging to his last glimmer of hope. He moved his finger slightly towards the box, and a small wad of cotton appeared in his hand. The cotton felt just like any other cotton, but Connor was still somewhat skeptical. He lowered his head and smelled the cotton.

Although the cotton looked like freshly picked cotton, it had no fresh fragrance that fresh cotton should have. Connor realized this and immediately became suspicious. After thinking for a few seconds, a black flame appeared on Connor's fingertip and he carefully burned the small clump of cotton.

As the flames and cotton collided, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded. Under Connor's black flames, the cotton only slightly deformed and burned extremely slowly, unlike normal cotton which would instantly turn to ash upon contact with flames. This scene also surprised Connor. At the same time, Connor seemed to sense something different from the cotton, and his expression immediately changed as he narrowed his eyes and carefully examined it.

A dozen seconds later, the small clump of cotton finally turned to ash under Connor's black flames and dissipated into the air. As the cotton turned to ash, Connor seemed to notice something during the process; his eyes changed slightly. Then, he closed the open wooden box completely, snapped his fingers crisply, and quietly left...

A minute after Connor left, the five laborers who had fainted on the ground and the three train drivers in the cab all slowly woke up. However, they seemed to have no memory of what had just happened and continued their work that they had not yet finished. A few minutes later, the laborers loaded all the wooden crates onto the train, and the train immediately sounded its whistle and left Ipurua, heading towards Thessaloniki.

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Two days later, Mr. K and Van de Beck, still dressed in gray cloaks, appeared in a private room of a café called Blue Dream near the Redstone Pawnshop. Compared to before, although Mr. K's face was obscured by his cloak and his mood could not be discerned from his expression, one could still glean a glimpse of his anxious state of mind from his gaze at the pocket watch in his hand and the activity in front of the Redstone Pawnshop.

It's 5:50 PM now, and it will be 6:00 in ten minutes. Today's 6:00 PM is the final deadline Christant gave Connor to kill Ruiz within seven days. But as of now, Connor Ferguson has not only failed to kill Ruiz, but he has also yet to show his face!

If it weren't for the various restrictions and traps they had set up in Redstone Pawnshop, making it difficult for any slight movement to escape their surveillance, Mr. K might have thought that Connor had already evaded their surveillance, broken into Redstone Pawnshop, and killed Ruiz.

If even the experienced and seasoned Mr. K was so anxious, then the young, inexperienced genius of the Storm Church, Van der Beck, beside him, was even more nervous. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but glance out the window, looking around, trying to spot the target he had been waiting for.

In this tense and eerie atmosphere, time passed by second by second. Soon, Mr. K's pocket watch had run out of ten minutes. Looking at the minute hand on the pocket watch, which had already passed six o'clock, Mr. K slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and put the pocket watch back into his pocket.

He was the one who persuaded Christant to implement this plan, and he was initially confident that he could use this opportunity to completely sway Connor, who was holding back and refusing to commit. However, judging from the current outcome, it seems he misjudged Connor Ferguson...

After a moment's hesitation, Mr. K turned to look at Van de Beek beside him. However, just as he opened his mouth to say something to Van de Beek, his mental power seemed to sense something, his expression immediately changed, and his gaze immediately turned to the outside of the private room.

Upon seeing Mr. K's action, Van der Beck immediately looked in the direction Mr. K was looking. However, perhaps because his mental strength was not as strong as Mr. K's, Van der Beck did not detect anything. Just as he was about to ask Mr. K some questions, the door to their private room suddenly opened without any warning.

Immediately afterward, under the helpless gaze of Mr. K and the shocked gaze of Van de Beek, Connor Ferguson, expressionless, walked into the private room and sat down opposite Van de Beek and Mr. K, as if no one else was there.