Before Connor could express his doubts, Old Victor had proudly introduced the various functions of this black ring to Connor, "This is the latest research result of the professor — an improved version of the dimensional ring. This thing is different from the dimensional rings excavated from the ruins of Byzantium and the dimensional rings imitated by other alchemists. It has been improved to varying degrees in all aspects."
"This space ring has about three square meters of space. Moreover, this space ring has a very strong stability. After the professor's tests, this space ring can withstand the full force attack of an official Magus. At the same time, the professor has also eliminated the traditional design of embedding space gems on the space ring."
"Instead, he has creatively combined the dust of the portal gems with Coulomb steel. This way, the stealth of the portal ring will be greatly improved. Even if someone accidentally sees it, they won't think it's a portal ring due to the fact that the portal gems are embedded on it. This will reduce the risk of people getting greedy!"
"The professor has something to deal with these days, so please don't disturb him. The professor has left you some books on occultism and alchemy in the space ring. Lord Connor, you can study them by yourself. As for how to use this space ring …" In the end, Old Victor chose to use the telepathic communication method carefully.
After a while, the voice transmission ended. Connor first nodded to Old Victor solemnly, indicating that he had remembered what Old Victor had told him. Then he smiled and said, "Steward Victor, please help me express my gratitude to Professor!"
"Young master Connor, I'll pass your gratitude to Professor!" Viktor saw that Connor had nothing else to say, so he nodded and disappeared into the darkness.
After Old Victor left, Connor took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar in his apartment and poured himself a glass.
Although he couldn't drink because of the gunshot wound, Connor was in a complicated mood right now, and he desperately needed wine to help him.
Connor raised the glass with one hand and touched the black portal ring that Old Victor had given him with the other hand. He enjoyed the cold texture of this portal ring that was improved by Reyes.
"Open!" After rubbing the ring for a while, Connor followed the method that old Victor taught him and projected his power of the will onto the black ring in his hand. When everything was ready, he squinted his eyes and said a Byzantine word.
As soon as Connor finished speaking, a strange fluctuation appeared on the black ring. In the next second, Connor felt the magic of the spatial ring.
Just like what Old Victor had said, Connor could sense with his mental strength that the space in the black ring was about three square meters. At this moment, there were three books quietly placed in this small space.
Connor scanned with his mind power, and the titles of the three books appeared in his mind. The three books were "Byzantine Chronicles", "Reyes' Alchemy", and "General Knowledge and Introduction to Occult Studies".
After thinking for a while, Connor moved his mind power, and the book "Reyes' Alchemy" appeared in his hand instantly. When Old Victor had sent him a telepathic message, other than telling him how to open the portal ring, he also told him how to set up a protection on the portal ring so that it wouldn't be opened by others. The method was in the alchemy book that Reyes had left for him. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be "Reyes' Alchemy".
Touching the smooth cover of "Reyes' Alchemy", Connor, who was always calm, couldn't help but feel a little excited. A Greenwood Badge and a portal ring. Connor had already seen the beauty of alchemy. Now that he had "Reyes' Alchemy" as a stepping stone, the door to becoming an alchemist was already open for him. As long as he could become an alchemist, Connor was confident that with the assistance of the auxiliary chip, he would be able to fly in the sky in the future!
"Alas …" However, when Connor was about to open the book and explore the ocean of alchemy knowledge, Connor seemed to have thought of something. He let out a long sigh, and his excited expression became a little gloomy.
"Reyes is so nice to me! Before he told me everything, he taught me how to train as a knight and gave me the Greenwood Badge. After he told me everything, he immediately gave me a high-level meditation technique, and now he even gave me a portal ring … "
To be honest, Connor felt that Reyes's kindness to him was comparable to that of a father to his son, right?
In a group of wizards who advocated equal exchange, Reyes was so nice to him. Was it really as simple as he said, to let him inherit his legacy? Or did he have other motives …?
Although Connor wasn't a persecuted maniac, he had been thinking about this question for a long time.
After a long while, Connor smiled bitterly and shook his head. There were too few clues, and he really had no clue. He had no choice but to take one step at a time, and hope that Reyes really treated him as his successor …
"A.I. Chip, start analyzing and recording mode. Analyze the book I'm going to read next!" Connor ordered the A.I. Chip in his mind.
[Beep! Following Host's will, mission established! A.I. Chip has started analyzing and recording mode.] As usual, the A.I. Chip's cold female voice sounded in Connor's mind.
After receiving the A.I. Chip's confirmation, Connor slowly opened the book "Reyes' Alchemy".
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"How long has he been dead?" In a small forest on the outskirts of the northern district of Loen City, Miss Marguerite, who was wearing a priest's robe, was surrounded by a group of clergymen from the Church of the Storm. She glanced at the charred corpse on the ground, and asked the middle-aged arbiter beside her with a gloomy face.
Although Marguerite's face was pale, it didn't affect her beauty. On the contrary, it added a different kind of elegance to her. The few young male clergymen around her couldn't help but secretly raise their heads to look at her carefully.
"Reporting to Miss Marguerite, the deceased has been dead for more than a day. The psychic from the Loen Police Department is no longer able to communicate with him!" The middle-aged arbiter respectfully answered Marguerite's question. Although he was already 35 years old, the husband of a woman, and the father of two adorable children, and was no longer a young man with the most exuberant hormones, Marguerite's charm still made his heart flutter. He couldn't control himself!
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