Count of Wizards

Before Connor could express his doubts, the old Victor proudly introduced this to Connor, the various magical functions of the black ring, "This is the latest research result of the professor - an improved version of the space ring. The space rings unearthed from the Byzantine ruins and the space rings imitated by other alchemists have improved to varying degrees in all aspects."

"This space ring has a space of about three cubic meters, and this space ring is very stable. After the professor's test, this space ring can withstand the full blow of an official wizard. In appearance, the professor also canceled the traditional design of setting space gems on the space ring."

"It is a creative combination of the dust of the space gem and the kullen steel, so that the concealment of this space ring will be greatly increased. The inherent impression of the space gem will not think that it is a space ring, so as to reduce the risk of being tricked by others!"

"The professor has some things to deal with these days. Don't bother him yet. The professor left you some books on occultism and alchemy in the space ring. Master Connor, you can learn by yourself. As for the use of this space ring Method..." In the end, the old Victor chose the method of sound transmission through the air very carefully.

After a while, the voice transmission ended, and Connor nodded solemnly to old Victor, indicating that he had written down what he said, and then he smiled and said, "Please, Victor, the housekeeper, help me to tell the teacher Express my thanks!"

"Master Connor, I will bring your thanks to the professor!" After finishing speaking, Victor saw that Connor had nothing else to do, nodded slightly and disappeared into the darkness again.

After Victor left, Connor took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar in his apartment and poured himself a glass.

Although he is not suitable for drinking because of the gunshot wound, Connor's complicated mood now makes him urgently need alcohol to help him.

Connor raised his glass to drink with one hand and stroked the black space ring given to him by the old Victor with the other hand, feeling the cold texture of this space ring improved by Reyes to his heart's content.

"Open!" After rubbing for a while, Connor put his mental power on the black ring in his palm according to the method given to him by the old Victor. When everything was ready, he narrowed his eyes and said a word Byzantine words.

As soon as Connor's words fell, a layer of strange fluctuations appeared on the black ring, and the next second Connor felt the magic of the space ring.

As the old Victor said, Connor's mental power can perceive that the space in the black ring is about three cubic meters. At this time, in this small space, three this book.

With a sweep of Connor's mental power, the titles of the three books all appeared in his mind. These three books are "Byzantine Memorabilia", "Reyes Alchemy", "Common Sense of Occultism and Introduction".

After pondering for a while, Connor moved his mind, and the book "Reyes Alchemy" appeared in his palm instantly. When the old Victor sent him the sound transmission just now, in addition to talking about how to open the space ring, he also told him how to build protection on the space ring. If there is no accident, it should be this "Reyes Alchemy".

Caressing the smooth cover of Reyes Alchemy, Connor, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help but become a little excited. A Greenwood badge, a space ring, Connor has already seen the beauty of alchemy, and now he has With this "Reyes Alchemy" as a stepping stone, the door of the alchemist has been opened to him, and as long as he walks into the door, Connor is confident that with the help of an auxiliary chip, the future will be... ···It's so cool to fly!

"Alas..." However, when Connor was about to open the book and go to swim in the ocean of alchemy knowledge, Connor seemed to have thought of something, he sighed, and his excited expression was a little dim .

"Reyes is so kind to me! Before the showdown, he taught me how to practice knights, and gave myself the Greenwood badge. After the showdown, I immediately sent high-level meditation ideas, and now I gave A space ring for myself..."

To be honest, Connor felt that Reyes was kind to him, and my father was just as good to his son, right?

In a group like wizards who advocate equal exchange, Reyes is so kind to himself, is it really as simple as he said, allowing himself to inherit his mantle? Or is there another purpose...?

Although Connor is not a persecuted maniac, he has been thinking deeply about this issue.

Connor shook his head with a wry smile for a while, there are too few clues, he really has no clue now, there is nothing he can do, now he can only take one step at a time, hoping that Reyes really regards himself as a disciple ····

"Chip, start to enter the analysis and recording mode, and analyze the books I will read next!" Connor ordered to the chip in his heart:

"Drip! Follow the will of the subject, and the task is established! The chip has turned on the analysis and recording mode." As always, a cold female voice representing the chip sounded in Connor's mind.

After getting a positive answer from the chip, Connor slowly opened the book "Reyes Alchemy" at hand.

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"How long has it been since you died?" In a grove on the outskirts of the North District of Loen City, surrounded by a group of priests from the Church of Storms, Miss Margaret, who was wearing a priest's attire, glanced at the charred people on the ground. Corpse, asked the middle-aged gray-robed arbitrator accompanying him with a gloomy face:

Although Margaret's complexion was ugly, it did not affect her appearance, on the contrary, it added a different style to her. The few young male priests who surrounded her just couldn't bear it. I often secretly raise my head to look at her cautiously

"Sir Margaret, the deceased has been dead for more than a day, and the psychic at the Loen Police Department is no longer able to psychic for him!" The middle-aged gray-robed arbitrator replied respectfully to Marg. Lite's question, although he is thirty-five years old this year, he is already the husband of a woman and the father of two cute babies, and he is not the guy with the most hormonal secretions, but Margaret's charm is still the same. It's him who is fascinated and can't be himself!