After doing all this, Connor turned around and left without any hesitation. The Walking Puppet and the Minor Illusion Formation undoubtedly showed that Emeli Manor had made ample preparations for the Magi's visit. He might have already been exposed by now.
However, just as he took a few steps out of the warehouse, Connor sighed in his heart. He knew that what was to come had come. He secretly touched his space ring with one hand.
"Mister Apprentice, I'll give you a piece of advice now. Put your hands up. Our guns are loaded with anti-magic bullets!" Although Connor's movements were concealed, seven or eight vigorous Knights immediately surrounded Connor without making a sound. They all pointed their revolvers at Connor. The leader of the Knights, a bald, muscular man, coldly warned Connor.
Although he was surrounded, Connor didn't show any signs of panic. He looked around and said calmly, "Pallares Formation?"
"This is the last warning. Put your hands up, or we'll shoot!" The bald man didn't want to waste time talking nonsense with Connor. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he moved his fingers to load the revolver in his hand.
"It should be the Pallares Formation. Otherwise, you wouldn't have discovered me!" Connor didn't seem to care about the threats of these people. He continued to talk to himself. After he finished speaking, he raised his head and said calmly to the leader of the Knights.
"I hate it when people point guns at my head …"
Before Connor could finish his words, the Knights surrounding him, under the leadership of the bald man, decisively opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang! "Yes."
A series of explosions sounded. Seven or eight silver anti-magic bullets tore through the air and shot towards Connor's chest, heart, throat, forehead, and other vital points.
Connor sensed all of this with his mental strength. A mocking smile appeared on his face. As this mocking smile appeared, a purple light shield immediately appeared in front of Connor, blocking all the anti-magic bullets that shot towards Connor.
Although the anti-magic bullets were powerful, Connor's Saint Roland Ring was a level 2 defensive magic artifact. If it wasn't Connor this time but an ordinary Magus, he might have fallen into their trap. However, these Knights were facing a rich alchemist, so it was a different story.
Their only chance was to shoot as soon as they saw Connor. They shouldn't have had the chance to use the Saint Roland Ring, but these greedy Knights were stupid enough to want to capture Connor alive.
Seeing that the purple light shield blocked all the anti-magic bullets that they were so proud of, a touch of panic flashed in the eyes of the bald man, but he reacted in an instant. He immediately pulled out a short knife from his waist. This short knife was overflowing with faint magical waves. At first glance, one could tell that it was a level 1 magic artifact, and it seemed to be of good quality.
Judging from the fluctuations of life emitted by the bald man, it was obvious that he was a Grand Knight. A Grand Knight with a magic artifact like this short knife was very powerful. However, this bald man made a mistake by provoking Connor, who was not only a rich alchemist, but also an extremely rare Magus of the Spirit Element in the Magus World.
As soon as the bald man pulled out his knife, Connor had already hit him with a mental attack. The Grand Knight's face immediately distorted, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. However, no one knew what method he used, but he was able to resist the dizziness effect of the mental attack.
Clang!
The bald man was still very brave. He knocked away Connor's shadow dagger with one strike, then he roared at his subordinates, "I'll hold this person back. You guys hurry up and protect Madam and Young Master!"
Hearing the bald man's roar, Connor couldn't help but laugh. At this point, this bald man still had the intention of sacrificing himself to protect everyone. He was really loyal to Mr. Emory.
Shaking his head with a smile, Connor chanted in a low voice, "Emory fumbles …"
Clang! Clang!
Invisible mental waves spread out from Connor's body as he chanted. Before the bald man's subordinates could follow the bald man's instructions, they fell to the ground one by one and fainted. Seeing this, the bald man's eyes widened in anger. He raised his dagger and charged at Connor. However, halfway through his charge, he suddenly stepped on the brakes and awkwardly maintained a posture of raising his dagger to chop down Connor.
The reason he was so embarrassed now was that Connor's shadow dagger was floating at his throat. As long as the shadow dagger made a light cut, there would be one less bald man who had trained hard for decades to become a Grand Knight in this world.
Seeing the bald man stop, Connor chuckled and said calmly, "You can avoid death, but you can't escape punishment. However, since you shot at me, you'll have to cut off one of your arms as an apology."
"Who are you? What do you want? "the bald man asked in a deep voice.
"I don't have any hostility. I just want to borrow something. It's your turn now!" After pondering for a moment, Connor said. After that, Connor's eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at a nearby building.
Noticing Connor's gaze, a hint of humiliation flashed across the eyes of this bald man who was loyal to Mr. Emory. But in the end, he still raised his knife and cut down on his other arm!
"Since I have offended Your Excellency, I hope this arm of mine will be able to quell Your Excellency's anger!" Clutching his bloody severed arm, the pale, bald, brawny man said word by word.
Glancing at the thick arm on the ground, and then at the bald man who only had one arm left but was still wary of him, Connor nodded and said, "This matter ends here. Help me pass a message to Mr. Emory. I'll borrow the alchemy furnace for a while. I'll return it to him with interest in the future!"
"I'll definitely pass on your message!" The bald man seemed to have lost a lot of blood. He clenched his teeth and tried his best to stay conscious.
Connor frowned slightly and casually cast a spell on the bald man's body. The wound on the bald man's stump slowly stopped bleeding.
Seeing all this, Connor didn't waste any more words and left. Mr. Emory was related to the secret society. Since his subordinate had offended him, Connor only needed to punish him. Killing him would be too much. Moreover, Connor quite admired the bald man's actions.
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