Count of Wizards

Without waiting for Connor to speak out his doubts, the old Victor was very proud to introduce this to Connor, the various magical uses of the black ring. "This is the latest research result of the professor-the improved version of the space ring. This thing is from Byzantium. The spatial rings unearthed in the ruins and the spatial rings imitated by other alchemists have improved to varying degrees in all aspects."

"This space ring has about three square meters of space, and this space ring has strong stability. After the professor's test, this space ring can withstand the full blow of a formal wizard. At the same time, In terms of appearance, the professor also cancelled the traditional design of inlaid space gems on the space ring."

"It is the creative combination of the dust of the space gem and the coulomb steel, so that the concealment of this space ring will be greatly increased, even if it is accidentally seen by others, others will be inlaid on the space ring. The inherent impression of space gems will not think it is a space ring, reducing the risk of getting caught up in wealth!"

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

After a while, the voice transmission ended. Connor first nodded solemnly at the old Victor, indicating that he had written down what he said, and then he smiled and said: "Trouble Victor butler, help me to the mentor 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, and he nodded slightly and disappeared into the darkness again.

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

　　 Although he is not suitable for drinking because of a gunshot wound, Connor’s complex mood now makes him desperately in need of alcohol to help him.

　　 Connor raised a glass in one hand for a drink, and the other hand stroked the black space ring that old Victor gave him, feeling the cold texture of this space ring modified 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 that the old Victor gave him. When everything was ready, he squinted and said indifferently. Byzantine words.

　　 As Connor’s voice just fell, a strange wave appeared on the black ring, and in 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 square meters. At this time, in this small space, three are quietly placed. This book.

Connor's mental power was swept away, and the titles of the three books all appeared in his mind. These three books were "Byzantine Events", "Reyes Alchemy", "Occultism and Common Sense". Introduction.

　　 groaned, Connor's mind moved, and the "Reyes Alchemy" appeared in his palm in an instant. When the old Victor spoke to him just now, in addition to telling him how to open the space ring, he also told him how to build protection on the space ring. The way to not be opened is to leave Reyes for himself in the space ring. In the book of alchemy, if it doesn't seem to be unexpected, it should be this "Reyes Alchemy".

Stroking the smooth cover of Reyes's alchemy, Connor, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help getting a little excited. A Greenwood badge, a space ring, and the beauty of alchemy. Connor has already seen the beauty of alchemy, and now has it. This "Reyes Alchemy" is used as a stepping stone. The door of the alchemist is already open to himself, and as long as he walks in the door, Connor is confident that he has the help of the auxiliary chip, and the future will be... ···So cool to fly!

"Oh..." But just as Connor was about to open the book and go to swim in the ocean of alchemy knowledge, Connor seemed to have thought of something, and he sighed, his expression of excitement was also a little dim. .

"Reyes is so kind to himself! Before the showdown, he was instructing his knight training, and he gave himself the Greenwood badge to himself. After the showdown, he immediately sent the high-level meditation idea, and now he gave it again. Own a space ring..."

　　 To be honest, Connor thinks that Reyes is good to him, and I am nothing more than that to his son, right?

　　 In a group like wizards that advocates equivalent exchange, Reyes treats himself so well, is it really as simple as letting himself inherit his mantle, as he said? Or is it another purpose...?

　　 Although Connor is not a persecutor, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but he has been pondering this issue.

Connor smiled bitterly and shook his head for a long while. There are too few clues. He is really clueless now, and there is no way. Now he can only take one step and look one step at a time, hoping that Reyes really regards himself as a disciple. ····

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

　　 "Dip! Follow the subject's will, the mission is established! The chip has opened the analysis and recording mode." As always, Connor's mind sounded a cold female voice representing the chip.

　　 got the affirmative answer from the chip, Connor slowly opened the book "Reyes Alchemy" next to him

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"How long has it been dead?" In a small forest on the outskirts of the northern district of Ruen City, surrounded by a group of priests of the Storm Church, Miss Margaret, dressed in a priest's uniform, glanced at the scorching ground. The corpse, with a gloomy face, asked the middle-aged arbitrator who was accompanied by his side:

Although Marguerite’s face is ugly, it does not affect her appearance. On the contrary, it adds a few different styles to her. The young male clergy who flocked around her just couldn’t bear it. Zhui often raises his head secretly and looks at her cautiously

"Report to Lord Margaret that the deceased has been dead for more than a day, and which psychic in the Ruen Police Department can no longer psychic for him!" The middle-aged gray-robed arbitrator replied respectfully to Margot Litte’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. He is not the guy with the strongest hormone secretion, but Marguerite’s charm is still It's his heart trembling, not himself!