God-level talent: Invincible, actually it’s really not difficult

"Huh.... Why is there a ring in it?

Roddy found another strange place, he actually found another ring from the space ring.

You know, dimensional space cannot be superimposed, that is, this ring must not be a space ring.

Roddy took it out directly and looked at it, and found that this thing had a strange appearance, not like an ordinary ring, but like a wrench.

Since you can't understand it, let's start the identification technique.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the wrench in his hand suddenly changed.

I saw that the wrench lit up for a moment, and then a blurry human face suddenly appeared on the surface of the wrench.

Then he heard an old voice suddenly come from inside the wrench.

"Who are you? Where did you get this ring? "

I'm rough~!

Roddy was startled by this sudden sound, and threw it back into the space ring without thinking.

"It's over, it seems to be in big trouble."

Roddy felt a chill in his heart, he had long thought that these things were not so easy to take, but now it's good, it's a real hammer.

The sound in the ring is not some kind of portable grandfather, but some kind of remote communicator, an alchemy prop.

This kind of function Rodey has heard of, and the function is similar to the phone bug in the pirate world.

"I have long heard that there are remote communication items such as telephones in this world, but I have never had the opportunity to see them, and this time I finally saw them, and I was almost scared to death."

"It's good that this world doesn't have a positioning function, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get through tonight."

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out in Luo Di's heart.

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Meanwhile

, the dark city, the inner city, somewhere in the mansion.

Robertson kept tapping on the table in front of him with an unlit cigar in his hand, his face was very gloomy, and he looked very bad.

There was also an old man standing beside Robertson, who lowered his head slightly and did not know what to think.

And on the table in front of them was a strange-looking ring, a bit like a wrench.

If Roddy was here, he must have known what that thing was, because he had just seen it, and it seemed to be the same style between the two.

"Charter, what do you think?"

Robertson took out a match and lit the cigar in his hand, his eyes were unusually cold in the smoke.

"Master, the things should have been brought out, look at the reaction of the other party, it seems that there is no intention to communicate with us."

If Rhodey was here, he would be familiar with this voice, and it was this voice that startled him.

"Can you know who the other party is and where?"

Robertson's tone seemed calm, but full of killing intent.

"Can't! But it can be guessed that the communication distance of the communication ring is limited, since we can connect here, it proves that the distance is not too far, and the other party may be near the city, or even have returned to the city.

The old man named Carter shook his head, indicating that he couldn't be sure.

Robertson took a deep breath of smoke and said, "In that case, let's arrange for someone to stare at the outer city first, that guy picked up so many things in the cursed space, I don't believe he didn't make a move."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Old Richard nodded to show that he knew, and then he asked, "What about the Lone Wolf Pioneer Group?"

"Do you say that group of waste who can't even see the door well? Please don't say their names in front of me, they don't deserve to call themselves wolves, what a bunch of pigs, raised for so many years. Seeing

his master's angry look, old Chatter did not dare to intercede, and the lone wolf group was indeed a little wasted.

Let them guard a space, they actually pulled people to fight for a little friction, it was a pioneer group of hundreds of people, and they could do such a childish thing.

"Transfer them back, at least they can still use them, give them ten days, and let them check who has been in and out of the city recently."

"Okay, I'll arrange it later."

Old Chater promised to go out to arrange for someone to do something, but just as he was about to walk out the door, he was stopped again.

"Wait a minute."

"Is there anything else to tell, Master."

Old Carter looked back at Robertson.

Robertson's mouth moved, and finally he waved his hand.

Old Carter bent down slightly, and closed the door when he left, because he knew that some sounds could not be heard by the servants outside, and nobles needed decency.

After the old Chater left, Robertson could no longer control his emotions, picked up the vase on the table and smashed it out.

"Damn old thing, why would you give someone else in my stuff without my consent?"

"Okay now, the other few have keys, but now our family doesn't have them, now you're happy, right?"

"You died and died, and you even left me such a big mess."

"Do you know how many people are staring at us now?"

"Damn old stuff."

After Robertson vented, the whole person was quiet again, but the coldness on his face was even worse.

What he wanted was not some gold-quality props, nor were he items produced in the cursed space, all he wanted was the black key, the key that could keep the family status.

Speaking of keys, it has to be said that the feud of the wealthy family that happened more than thirty years ago.

Things went like this

, there was a rich and advantageous aristocratic lord, he wanted to give his position to his second son, and then handed over the token representing the family to the other party.

When the eldest son knows this, he naturally can't watch what should belong to him cheapen others, even if the other party is a brother.

Just before the second son officially took over the family, the eldest son lured him out with a plan, and the next plot is naturally ambush and thousands of miles to chase and kill.

After a chaotic fight, the second son found that he could only run away, and this run ran directly to the dangerous area that no one had set foot on before, accidentally entered a cursed space, and then accidentally died inside.

Since then, the key has been lost.

This incident also directly led to a family's decline for more than thirty years.

That's why Robertson was so desperate to get the keys back.

If the previous cursed space was just an ordinary conventional space, it is estimated that it would have been pushed by Robertson without knowing how many times.

Unfortunately, it happened to be an unsolvable rule-based curse space, and Robertson's money was too big to pile it up with human life.

Nevertheless, at least half of the people who died in that cursed space over the years were arranged by him.

It was not until the family was ostracized a few years ago that he slowly shifted his attention to the inner city.

The Lone Wolf Pioneer Group is a pawn that Robertson has supported over the years, in order to guard the cursed space, and more importantly, not let the key out of his sight.

Robertson doesn't really care who can take the key out, he cares who has the key, as long as he knows who is in his hand he will find a way to get it back.

The problem is that now he doesn't know, that's why he's so angry.

You know, he is not the only one staring at the key.

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