"The reason why he has such a strong Will is very likely because he is rumored to be a Spirit Type Magus who specializes in Will. Other than that, I also believe that he should have a Rank 2 Magic Item that can increase Will. Otherwise, his Will would not be able to suppress me!" The fat uncle touched his bald head and calmly analyzed.
"Spirit Type Magus?" The blonde auntie frowned and said in a low voice, but her face showed a hint of curiosity.
"Yes! This person who used Will to fight with me in Reynolds' Potion Shop is very likely a Spirit Type Advanced Apprentice. Spirit Type Apprentices have a Will that far surpasses Magi of the same rank, and they are very good at Will attacks. However, it is said that there are very few Magi with Spirit Type talent. Moreover, because Spirit Type Magi have a very high Spiritual Perception, it is very easy for them to lose control. It is very difficult for them to grow. I never thought that I would actually meet a Spirit Type Magus here, and an Advanced Apprentice at that. Sometimes, fate is really unpredictable. "The fat uncle stood up from his chair and sighed. At this point, a flash of determination appeared in his small eyes.
Seeing that the fat uncle had already made up his mind, although the blonde auntie did not agree with the fat uncle's actions, she hesitated and wanted to say something, but in the end, she did not say anything. She silently stood at the side and looked at the fat uncle with concern.
The fat uncle took a deep breath and then chanted an ancient and cryptic incantation. However, what was surprising was that in order to cast a spell quickly, the incantation would be sped up as much as possible to save time. However, the incantation that the uncle was chanting was the opposite. The incantation was very slow, and every Byzantine word was very clear, as if he was afraid that someone would not understand.
Following the chubby uncle's incantation, the Coin of Destiny in his hand began to emit a faint golden radiance. When the radiance on the coin was so bright that it was hard to look at it directly, the chubby uncle stopped his incantation and stared at the coin in his hand. He asked in a serious tone, "Who was the spirit type Magus that fought with me in Reynolds' Potion Shop?"
As soon as the chubby uncle's voice fell, the dazzling golden light on the Coin of Destiny once again surged, and then it floated in the air in front of the chubby uncle. But at this time, the chubby uncle's face became abnormally unsightly, because in his line of sight, the Coin of Destiny that was emitting golden light already had several small cracks on it.
Seeing this, the fat uncle knew that things were not going well. He quickly prepared to start chanting again, but before he could open his mouth, the Coin of Destiny floating in the air suddenly let out a wail.
"Weng!"
After the mournful wail, the Coin of Destiny, under the surprised and shocked gaze of the fat uncle and the blonde auntie, was torn apart in mid-air and fell to the ground. The remnants of the Coin of Destiny that fell to the ground were not spared. As soon as it fell to the ground, it turned into a small fireball. A few seconds later, it was burned into a pile of ash. Only the remaining traces of the burn on the floor could prove what had just happened.
The whole process happened very quickly. The fat uncle who wanted to continue chanting didn't have time to open his mouth and his Coin of Destiny had already turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace. This scene made the fat uncle and the blonde aunt dumbfounded.
"Old man, are you okay …?" Looking at the burn marks left behind by the Coin of Destiny on the floor, the blonde aunt was the first to react. She looked at the fat uncle with worry.
Under the concerned gaze of the blonde aunt, the fat uncle's eyes revealed a hint of fear. He slowly shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
After confirming that the fat uncle was indeed fine, the blonde auntie let out a sigh of relief. Then, she turned her attention back to the burn marks on the floor tiles. She also asked the fat uncle in a low voice with some lingering fear, "Old man, what happened?"
Holding the blonde aunt's hand, the fat uncle smiled bitterly and said, "This guy seems to have some background. An official Magus came to help him hide his destiny. The Coin of Destiny suffered a backlash …"
Just when the fat uncle was explaining to the blonde aunt, he didn't know that in the Kaman Empire's Renaya Manor in Bernabeu, a scholarly middle-aged man took out a crystal card from his space ring. Looking at the black question mark on the card, the scholarly middle-aged man's face revealed a faint smile. He then turned around and looked behind him, which was the direction of Loen.
"Someone divined Connor's background. It seems that it's time for Victor to speed up …" The scholarly middle-aged man muttered to himself.
… …
… … …
"Connor, do you think they will come?" In the Salah Café in the Nice neighborhood of Loen, an ordinary-looking girl was sitting in the innermost seat. She was holding a cup of coffee while flipping through the latest issue of the Kaman Empire's fashion magazine, "Vogue Monroe".
However, no one in the café noticed that under the cover of "Vogue Monroe", the girl seemed to be saying something to her sapphire ring. The sapphire ring looked no different from an ordinary ring. It was very inconspicuous.
"Don't worry. Now that Kalarov has a favor to ask of you, he will definitely come!" In the Madeira restaurant opposite the Salah Café, Connor, who was cutting the Harry steak with a knife and fork, whispered. At this time, he also had a sapphire ring on his finger that was exactly the same as the girl who was reading a fashion magazine in the Salah Café.
That girl was Varga, and this place was the time and address that Connor left for Mr. Kalarov on the note.
"Connor, you said that Kalarov is a very powerful alchemist. Will he find this ring?" Varga's curious voice came from the ring on Connor's hand.
"He will definitely find this ring!" Picking up a piece of steak with a fork and putting it into his mouth, Connor felt the gravy flowing in his mouth and the fresh and tender texture of the steak. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and said resolutely with a tone full of certainty.
"Ah?" Varga exclaimed. She seemed to be surprised by Connor's answer. After a while, Varga's angry voice came again from the ring, "Connor, you bad guy. You know that you can't hide it from Kalarov, but you still let me wear this thing!"
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