The sender's name was Pereira, a name that had never appeared in Connor's memory.
Connor confirmed that he had never had any dealings with this Mr. Pereira in his memory, but what was interesting was that the letter clearly stated that it was addressed to Mr. Connor Ferguson, 16th Rand Street. This made it clear to Connor that this letter was for him, and it definitely wasn't sent to the wrong address.
Connor chanted a few words in a low voice. Suddenly, small blue dots of light appeared on the letter. These small blue dots of light rotated from time to time and drilled into the letter from time to time. After about ten seconds, these small blue dots of light disappeared into the air.
With the disappearance of the blue spots of light, Connor's eyes finally revealed a look of relief. Those blue spots of light were the detection spell he had cast. If there was a problem with the letter, these blue spots of light would transmit the situation to his mind. Now that the blue spots of light had disappeared into the air, it meant that there was no problem with the letter.
After removing the ink from the seal, Connor took out the letter paper in the letter.
After carefully looking at the letter paper, Connor's face suddenly revealed an expression of realization. This letter was signed by Pereira, but there was actually more to it. The real sender of this letter to Connor wasn't Pereira, but Marguerite.
The purpose of Marguerite's letter was to tell Connor about the alchemy equipment he wanted.
According to Marguerite, there was an alchemy furnace in the warehouse of the Church of the Storm that met Connor's requirements, but because of the tight security, she couldn't do anything about it.
Apart from that, she had also obtained information about another alchemy furnace. The Church of Storms had been wiping out dark sorcerers in a wide area without discrimination. As a result, other than the dark sorcerers, the church had also captured some people who were involved in the underworld.
By chance, Marguerite learned from interrogating a prisoner that the great merchant of Loen City, Emory, was an alchemy enthusiast, and had secretly purchased an exquisite alchemy furnace a year ago.
From the prisoner's description, Marguerite believed that the alchemy furnace that Emory had secretly purchased completely met Connor's requirements.
Putting down the letter, Connor fell into deep thought. He had met this great merchant Emory once at a banquet in Marguerite's letter, and there were some legends about this Emory in Loen.
Mr. Emory was fifty-one years old this year, and thirty years ago, he was still a nobody. Born in a farmer's family, he relied on his excellent results to get into Grimm University. From this point of view, Mr. Emory and Connor were schoolmates, and Grimm University was the turning point in Mr. Emory's life.
Mr. Emory was tall and handsome. Although he was born in a farmer's family, his learning ability was very strong, and he was also very eloquent. He was a popular figure in Grimm University, and this made him the dream lover of countless girls in the university. One of these girls was his future wife, the youngest daughter of the Kroenke family, Veronica Kroenke.
After getting together with Veronica, Mr. Emory successfully joined a financial group under the Kroenke family after graduation. After decades of ups and downs in the business world, Mr. Emory used his superb skills and sharp foresight to turn an outsider into the real head of the Kroenke family.
Mr. Emmery's first wife, Lady Veronica Karlenk, had died of an illness five years ago, and she and Mr. Emmery had no children. However, the most shocking thing was that a year after her death, Mr. Emmery had married his old classmate from Greene University, a lady named Anna. Most importantly, when Anna was young, she had a son named Nelson out of wedlock!
When Lady Ina married Mr. Emmery, this Nelson changed his name to Mr. Emmery, and became Mr. Emmery's first in line of succession.
Recalling this, Connor couldn't help but ponder. Without a doubt, Mr. Emory's experience was as melodramatic as the television dramas on Earth.
However, this wasn't the focus of his attention. He should be paying attention to the high-quality alchemy furnace that Marguerite mentioned in her heart that Mr. Emory had secretly purchased.
However, what disappointed Connor was that Marguerite's letter didn't contain any other useful information apart from the fact that Mr. Emory had a high-quality alchemy furnace. At the end of the letter, Marguerite also briefly explained the reason why she was contacting Connor this way instead of meeting him directly like before.
The Church had launched a large-scale search, and she couldn't leave now. She told Connor to look for Leoni at the Empire Department Store as usual if he needed her help.
A small ball of fire rose from the tip of his finger. Connor finished reading the letter and burned it to ashes, leaving no trace behind.
Marguerite's meaning was obvious. She told him that if he wanted to get the alchemy furnace, he had to find a way to get it himself. She didn't care!
Connor shook his head slightly. Although there was news about the high-quality alchemy furnace, he still needed to plan for the long term. At the very least, he would wait until he got the Greenland Potion from Varga and healed his mental trauma before doing this.
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A week later, Connor erected a steel plate in his house to test the power of spells and magic artifacts.
Connor, who was standing in the distance, focused his gaze. With a thought, countless tiny black grains of crystal sand appeared around him.
Connor stretched out an arm and pointed his finger at the steel plate. The black grains of crystal sand immediately disappeared. When they reappeared, they had already condensed into the shape of a shining black spear. It silently pierced through the steel plate.
Connor nodded slightly and chanted a spell in a low voice. The black spear that pierced through the steel plate instantly turned into countless black grains of crystal sand and disappeared. Only a large hole was left in the steel plate, proving everything that had happened just now.
Connor waved his arm at the steel plate again. Countless black grains of crystal sand instantly hit the steel plate fiercely under his control. This time, the steel plate emitted a sound of corrosion. Sizzle! The steel plate that Connor had specially made had amazing defensive capabilities. Under the corrosion of the black grains of crystal sand, it was reduced to half its original size.
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