Count of Wizards

Sensing Varga's longing for the second half of the classic, Connor pondered for a while and said, "Do you have time tomorrow? If you have time, you can come to the safe house and let's talk carefully. I caught one A junior wizard apprentice, can be used to test flying potions!"

"I have time tomorrow." After thinking for a while, Varga said softly, but it could be seen from her eyes that she seemed very surprised. Connor did not follow the agreement to catch a monster, but caught an apprentice wizard to give it to him. Flying potion test drug.

"Very good, then see you at the safe house tomorrow!" Hearing Varga's answer, Connor nodded in satisfaction, greeted Varga, and then took a step ahead, leaving the Del Piero Theater. The letter Varga handed him, Connor can now say with almost certainty: there is something wrong with the "Pandev Pharmacy Collection Part 1", and it must have been tracked down, but what kind of method will it be? Na can't wait now, and wants to find a quiet place to figure out this problem.

Back in the safe house of the two of him and Varga, Connor made himself a pot of coffee, then set up a small isolation formation in the room, and stood in the formation before Connor put it on. Wearing a pair of blue leather gloves engraved with Dao Dao runes, he took out the black pocket containing the letters and the classics of "Pandev's Pharmacy Selection" from the space ring.

Carefully taking out the "Pandev Pharmacy Collection" from the black pocket, Connor's gaze immediately became extremely cautious. The book was in his Ferguson apartment at No. 16 Rand Street, and he had already checked it briefly. I went through it again, and found out that this ancient book was just torn apart, but it was pretended to be torn hundreds of years ago.

When Connor first discovered this, he was a little curious as to why he did this, but it wasn't a big problem. In addition, Connor didn't feel any abnormality from the classics, so he relaxed. He was vigilant and did not conduct a more detailed inspection of this classic. Now it seems that Connor's carelessness has been slapped.

Taking a deep breath, Connor took out a magnifying glass that shone with light blue crystal luster from the space ring, and directed at this magnifying glass, Connor shot a spell, and immediately a series of crystal clear blue symbols appeared on the magnifying glass Wen, holding this magnifying glass, Connor began to check every page, every page of this "Pandev Pharmacy Collection"

Three hours later, Connor, who held a magnifying glass and flipped through the entire tome, put the magnifying glass back into the space ring with a dark face. Although Connor found nothing and found no clues during these three hours, his intuition Still tell Connor that there must be something wrong with this classic.

While drinking the freshly brewed coffee, Connor set his eyes on the last page of the classic, which was disguised as hundreds, or even thousands of years ago. Connor still can't figure it out. Why did the other party do this? Is it just to hide the real time when the classics were split and torn apart? Or is there something else...

Thinking of this, Connor suddenly had an idea, and a gleam flashed across his eyes. He took out his magnifying glass from the space ring again, and searched centimeter by centimeter on the last page of the classic. A few minutes later, although there were still no clues found on the last page, Connor's face gradually became excited.

He thought of "Reyes Alchemy", which recorded a note of his mentor Reyes, if you have a very precious item, there is a secret hidden in this item, and the enemy will do everything possible to get it from this item. Get your secret, so what's the best way you want to hide this secret?

The answer is: It’s not how you hide this secret properly, but you set a wrong clue on this thing that you let the enemy find, and then let him go farther and farther on the wrong clue, so that he will never find the correct one. secret.

Although the behavior of Reyes' notes and the problems he is encountering now are different, or even completely opposite, but in Connor's view, their ideas are the same, they are all trying to get what they want from the classics. Whoever sees the secret leads to a wrong answer!

The enemy he can't see is misleading his thinking on this classic. He is using a small problem to cover up a big problem. His technique is very clever. He does the old technique on the tear marks on the last page Although very clever, but meeting some powerful alchemists, it is not difficult to see the problem of fraud.

According to normal thinking, if you find a small problem with this point, you will continue to observe, and after confirming that this is a small problem, you will not care about it anymore, and you will start trying to find new problems in the classics , you would not think that behind this small problem you think, there is actually a real problem hidden, and that small problem that you think you have seen through the other party, in fact, they let you see it on purpose. To paralyze you!

Connor, who thought more and more clearly, took out a small silver knife from the space ring, and then carefully removed the tear marks on the last page of the classic, and the traces of time that had been made on it. After removing these things, Connor once again He checked the last page with a magnifying glass. As expected, although it was still very small, Connor still found a magic rune on it. It was impossible to find him. In fact, Connor felt very lucky to find this rune.

Taking the rune out of the tome, Connor began to observe carefully. This rune belonged to any type he had never seen before.

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In a small hotel next to the Ruen train station, a chubby middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing cultivation suddenly opened his eyes. Beside him was a blond middle-aged man who was concentrating on peeling apples. He was so frightened that he immediately shouted at the middle-aged uncle angrily: "You dead ghost, why are you so surprised?"

Hearing the aunt's scolding, the chubby middle-aged uncle shrank his head in fear, then straightened up and coughed lightly: "It seems that someone has discovered the magic runes I set on the ancient books... ···”