After thinking for a while, Connor took out a ring from his bosom. Looking at the space stone inlaid on the ring, a smile appeared on the corner of Connor's mouth.
With the Recuperation Bead that Marguerite lent him, the soul crystal in his ring, and some potions to treat mental injuries, there was a high possibility that he could recover from his mental injuries caused by overusing his mental strength.
The soul crystal and the Recuperation Bead were both in his hands. As for the potions, Varga was there, so it wasn't a big problem. Therefore, to a certain extent, Snake Eye's space ring was something that he had earned.
After carefully playing with Snake Eye's space ring for a while, Connor's eyes flashed with a touch of regret. This space ring had Snake Eye's mental imprint. If he wanted to open this space ring, he would have to erase his mental imprint. Snake Eye was an advanced Apprentice Wizard, while he was only a junior Apprentice Wizard. This gap … Therefore, it was basically impossible for him to open this space ring now.
Shaking his head slightly, Connor put away his spoils of war properly.
After taking a comfortable bath in the bathroom, Connor lay comfortably on his big bed after washing away the sand from his running around for the past few days. He was ready to have a good night's rest.
In the middle of the night, Connor, who had fallen into a deep sleep, subconsciously turned over. However, at this moment …
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!"
"Boom!!!"
There were three consecutive loud explosions outside the window. The huge shock wave was like an earthquake, making Connor's room into a mess.
Just as the first explosion sounded, Connor had already woken up. Before the second explosion sounded, he nimbly jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room wrapped in his sleeping robe.
In Connor's opinion, it was a waste of time to have a good night's sleep like an ordinary person. Connor would only give himself such a reward when he had no other choice. Even so, Connor would subconsciously release his spiritual power when he was sleeping. As long as there was a slight noise, he would wake up.
Connor, wrapped in his sleeping robe, stood at the door of his apartment and looked at the distant sky dyed red by the orange flames. He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Being awakened from a deep sleep and coupled with the huge shock wave, he subconsciously thought that there was a tsunami and an earthquake. Loen was a port city. Tsunamis and typhoons basically never stopped. There was even an earthquake once in a decade or two.
Even if he was an official Magus, let alone a mere beginner Magus Apprentice, he would still be extremely small and weak in front of such a natural force.
Now it seemed that this was a huge explosion, but the shock wave of the explosion was really strong … Wait! The direction of the explosion was …
After realizing the direction of the explosion, Connor's eyes instantly narrowed. He subconsciously thought of Marguerite. If he was not mistaken, the direction of the explosion should be from the Loen Cathedral of Storm.
After a moment of contemplation, Connor did not run over to take a look out of curiosity. Instead, he turned around and returned to his apartment to continue his sleep. If the Church of the Storm was really bombed by someone, unless the entire Church of the Storm was wiped out, then that place was definitely under martial law. Anyone who was secretly watching would be in great danger.
Although his apartment and the Church of the Storm were both in the east district of Loen, the straight-line distance was about fifteen kilometers. At such a distance, he was awakened by the shock wave of the explosion in his apartment. Needless to say, what would happen to the center of the explosion? Connor thought that even an official wizard would not be able to escape death there.
The Church of the Storm was the headquarters of the Church of the Storm in Loen. If it was bombed, the Church of the Storm in Loen would be wiped out in one fell swoop. At the very least, the damage would be severe. Marguerite had parted with him today. If she went straight back to the Church of the Storm, the only thing Connor could do for her now was to pray for her good luck!
Therefore, at this moment, the best choice Connor could make was to pretend that nothing had happened and continue to return to his apartment, return to his bed, and continue his luxurious sleep …
At five o 'clock in the morning, Connor was awakened by the sound of the military police walking on the road in unison with their rubber-soled shoes. Connor shrugged slightly, stretched his back, and walked down from the soft bed. The city-wide manhunt was half an hour later than he had expected!
Walking to the kitchen, he casually made some steak and bread for himself. The neatly dressed Connor sat at the dining room table to fill his stomach while waiting for the manhunt to arrive. Although there was a nutrient drink that could ensure that he would not be hungry for a few days among the potions that Varga gave him, its taste was too ordinary. Under non-cultivation circumstances, Connor was still used to using food to satisfy his hunger.
Connor did not have to wait for too long before there was a hurried knock on his door.
"The door is not locked, please come in!" Connor cut a small piece of steak, dipped it in some sauce, and put it into his mouth.
As soon as Connor's voice fell, the door was opened. A balding inspector with a serious face led a team of armed military police into Connor's apartment vigilantly!
"We meet again, Officer Roderi!" Connor glanced at the "old acquaintance" leading the team and greeted him with a smile.
However, to his disappointment, Officer Roderi at this time seemed to have the intention of greeting Connor. He directly showed Connor a search warrant stamped with the seal of the Loen City Hall, the Loen House of Lords, and the Loen House of Commons.
"Mr. Connor, I'm Inspector Roderi of the police department. I'm now under the orders of the Loen City Hall to search the entire city. Please cooperate with my search!" Officer Roderi said coldly with a straight face.
With a smile, Connor took a sip of the mellow Romano Conti in his glass and spread his hands. "As an aristocrat of the empire, I have the obligation to cooperate with the empire's law enforcement officers in their investigations. Officer Roderi, you may begin the investigation, but I have a small request. I hope that after your military police search and find no problems, you can put the items back in their original positions!"
Seeing that Connor had no intention of stopping the search, Inspector Roderi's expression eased a little. He said to the military police surrounding him, "Begin the search now! If there are no problems, return the items to their original positions! "
With that said, he waved his hand, and the armed military police filed into Connor's apartment and began the search.
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