"Thank you!" The scholarly middle-aged man smiled faintly and said.
"How do you want me to cooperate with you next?" The mysterious existence that possessed the coachman continued to ask with a hoarse voice.
"You don't have to do anything. Does Ilsanke think that he can make Elena fight against me just because he gave her a frosty magic staff? He's too arrogant …" The middle-aged man still looked calm, but there was a sense of confidence in his eyes.
After sensing the middle-aged man's confidence, the mysterious existence slowly said, "If you have any plans for that student of yours, it's best you do it quickly. Now, his strength is increasing very quickly. Furthermore, he has already entered the sights of the upper echelons of the Church of Storms. If he continues to grow like this, it's hard to guarantee that he won't become a weapon the Church of Storms uses against you."
Hearing the other party's warning, the scholarly middle-aged man withdrew the smile on his face. A complicated look appeared in the eyes behind his eyes.
Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't say anything, the mysterious existence continued to say, "I don't know what you want to do. Even if you want to catch a big fish with a long line, now is the time for you to start pulling in the net and reaping the fruits of your victory. If you drag it down, the fish in your net will not only break out of the net, but will also bite you!"
"Even if you know that you will regret it in the future, you still have to do it now …" Hearing the mysterious existence's warning, the middle-aged man understood that he couldn't pretend to be silent anymore.
"Humph! You're on your own now! "
With regards to the middle-aged man's reply, the mysterious being who had appeared out of nowhere was obviously very dissatisfied. He coldly snorted and threw down a sentence before ending the possession and leaving the body of the unlucky rickshaw driver.
A few seconds later, the rickshaw driver returned to normal, but he couldn't remember what had just happened to him. He looked back at the middle-aged man in his car, who was resting with his eyes closed. Only then did he remember that the customer he had picked up in front of the train station was going to 15 Andrew Street.
Although he was a little puzzled about what he had just experienced and why his head was so dizzy, under the pressure of life, the rickshaw driver couldn't care less about the doubts in his heart. He sped up and pulled the cart towards Andrew Street.
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… ….
Navas Forest, in the mysterious ruins of the underground palace.
Connor, who had retreated from the depths of the palace, came to the place where he had first entered the underground palace. However, everything in front of him surprised Connor.
The Ursaquin Enchantment that was supposed to trap Firo, together with Firo, had disappeared without a trace. If it weren't for the energy traces left behind by the Ursaquin Enchantment on the floor tiles, Connor would have begun to doubt whether he had used the Ursaquin Enchantment to trap Firo just now.
Seeing the result in front of him, no matter how shrewd Connor was, he couldn't help but show his doubts on his face. Although Connor felt that it had been less than half an hour since Firo was trapped by the Ursaquin Enchantment, Connor still took out his pocket watch in order to get a definite answer. He glanced at the time and found that only 23 minutes had passed. The doubts in Connor's eyes immediately intensified.
Judging from the current situation, there was no doubt that the biggest possibility now was that Firo had broken through the Ursaquin Enchantment and broken out of it.
Although Connor found it hard to believe that Firo could break out of the Ursaquin Enchantment that was used by the ancient alchemists to trap the Abyssal Demons, his rationality told him that this was probably the truth!
After realizing this, Connor pondered for a moment and then began to make preparations. He checked his surroundings to see if Firo had left any traces behind. However, he had only taken a few steps when he felt an extreme pain in his head, as if he had been pricked by needles. Connor broke out in cold sweat and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Sensing the state of his body, Connor's intuition told him that he could not stay in this underground palace any longer. Otherwise, he would most likely die here. After taking a deep breath, Connor gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his head as he walked towards the secret passage that he had entered through.
After successfully entering the secret passage and sensing that he was about to leave this strange underground palace, Connor, who had returned to the surface, felt a little more at ease. The sharp pain in his head had also subsided somewhat. After walking for a few minutes, Connor, who had arrived at the entrance of the secret passage, saw a scene that sent chills down his spine …
Firo, whom he had been suspicious of and who had run out of the Ursaquin Enchantment, was lying on the ground motionlessly with his face down. There was no sign of life in him at all. Obviously, Firo was already dead. Apart from the fact that Firo was dead, what made Connor's heart sink even more was that the entrance to the secret passage that he had opened had been blocked by the altar again. This meant that Connor had to reopen the secret passage. Otherwise, he might not be able to return to the surface.
Although the current situation was very strange, Connor still maintained his calm at the first moment. He immediately took out the Castilla Staff from the space ring and held it in his hand.
Feeling the powerful energy in the Castilla Staff that he had refined, Firo and Connor slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and began to observe their surroundings.
Although Connor had not yet examined Firo's body, for some reason, Connor had a feeling that there must be an external force that had interfered with Firo's strange death here. The "external force" that had killed Firo might be nearby right now, secretly watching him and preparing to make a move.
Even after checking the surroundings for a few minutes and failing to find any possible threats, Connor still had no intention of putting away the Castilla Staff in his hand. Instead, he fully armed himself and began to examine Firo's body.
Firo's face was facing down, and his eyes were tightly shut. His death could be considered peaceful, and there were no missing organs in his body. Apart from the signs of his own blood energy, there were no other traces of energy on his body. The only suspicious point was that the last time that Connor and Firo met was half an hour ago, which meant that Firo's death was definitely less than half an hour ago. However, Firo's body now looked as if he had been dead for a few hours. It was as cold as ice, without any warmth at all …
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