"Our secret society has observed that the Church of the Storm has secretly transferred elite arbitrators from other churches to Loen. At the same time, God's Punisher Jovic, who is stationed in the New World, will also secretly come to Loen. If everything goes well, it is estimated that these people will be gathered in Loen in a month!" Reyes's mouth was overflowing with a strange smile, and he unhurriedly transmitted his voice back.
After receiving Reyes's transmission, the mysterious person did not reply for a long time, as if silently digesting this shocking news!
"Professor, are you sure this news is true?" After a long while, the mysterious person continued to transmit his voice, but this time, his tone was extremely bitter.
"Two God's Punishers and that little girl Elena, that's just two Rank 2 Wizards and one Rank 1 Wizard. Why are you panicking?" Reyes's transmission had an obvious tone of ridicule.
"Don't worry, we will create some commotion in the New World so that Jovic will not dare to leave! And let me reiterate, this plan will all be handled by members of the secret society. You will not be involved. You only need to clean up the mess afterwards! "After teasing, Reyes solemnly transmitted his voice.
"As long as I become a bishop, I will officially join the secret society!" After listening to Reyes's transmission, the mysterious person was silent for a long time again, and then promised in the transmission.
"Very good! I have prepared a helper for you. If you need it, remember to tell me. You only need to protect yourself this time, and carry out the plan according to our established plan! " Standing up from his seat, Reyes turned and walked towards the entrance of the opera house. As for the old suitcase beside him, a breeze blew and it disappeared.
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"A.I. Chip, how long will it take to finish analyzing all those books?" In the apartment at No. 16 Rand Street in the eastern district of Loen, Connor was lying on his soft big bed.
It took him a full three hours to record all the books in the secret room that Reyes had opened for him into the auxiliary A.I. Chip. However, it was a pity that recording and storing was only the first step. If he wanted to truly learn this knowledge, he still needed the auxiliary A.I. Chip to analyze it properly.
"Beep! Because too much information has been recorded this time, and the knowledge is more profound, the A.I. Chip estimates that it will take 37 days and 8 hours to complete the analysis of all the information recorded this time!]
"More than a month?" Hearing the reply from the cold female voice in his mind, Connor couldn't help but frown slightly. Thirty-seven days and eight hours had exceeded his expectations.
"Can you speed up appropriately?" Connor asked in return.
[Yes, but the data analysis will not be complete!] The A.I. Chip quickly replied.
After some consideration, Connor made a decision. "I want the full version of the analysis!"
More than a month's time was neither long nor short. Anyway, he was not in a hurry to use the information now. He just wanted the full page analysis!
After dealing with this matter, Connor took out a small pouch from his bosom and poured out the contents onto the bed.
Under the illumination of the chandelier, there were more than ten small black crystals on the bed. The corners of Connor's mouth curled into a smile.
These things called magic crystals were recorded in many mystical books. It was said that they were the currency of the Magus World during the Byzantine era. These sparkling crystals contained pure energy that could be absorbed and refined by Magi.
Picking up a magic crystal, Connor carefully followed the method recorded in the book and began to use his own magic power to absorb the energy within the magic crystal.
After a minute, the magic crystal that was originally sparkling in Connor's hand had lost all its luster and turned into an ordinary stone. Connor ended his training and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the magic crystal that had lost its energy, Connor shook his head and a look of pity appeared on his face.
"A.I. Chip, calculate the energy I absorbed from this magic crystal. How many days of training is it equivalent to the energy I absorbed from this magic crystal?" Throwing the ordinary stone into the trash bin, Connor muttered in his heart.
[Beep! According to the A.I. Chip's calculations, the energy absorbed from one magic crystal is roughly equivalent to the Host's one week of training! It is recommended that the Host use at most one magic crystal per day to train. If the Host absorbs more than one magic crystal per day, it is easy to go berserk and increase the risk of losing control.]
Connor nodded. The A.I. Chip's calculations were roughly the same as his. Absorbing the energy of a magic crystal was equivalent to a week's worth of bitter training. He now had more than ten magic crystals, which was equivalent to half a year's worth of bitter training in half a month's time. This was undoubtedly good news for him.
"The A.I. Chip's estimation is that if I continue to train bitterly for about three years, I will be able to reach the limit of a beginner acolyte and touch the barrier to becoming an intermediate acolyte. From the looks of it, if I have enough magic crystals, I might be able to speed up this process!" Connor looked at the remaining magic crystals on the bed and fell into deep thought.
Having been forced to join a dark Magi organisation like the Secret Society, this was the first time Connor felt the urgency and necessity of increasing his strength. Originally, he had thought that he could enjoy the beautiful life of a noble while exploring the mysteries of the Magus World. However, it seemed that this was just wishful thinking on his part.
With regards to his current strength, Connor had a clearer understanding of it. In terms of attack, the innate spell of the Abyss Secret Technique, Shadow Shackles, which he trained in, might not be effective against advanced acolytes. However, against intermediate acolytes, it was still very effective. Next, with the addition of his Spiritual Shock and Shadow Dagger, Connor felt that even though his cultivation was still that of a beginner acolyte, he would not lose out to an intermediate acolyte!
In terms of defence, with the violet ring, Connor felt that as long as he had enough magic power, it would be difficult for an intermediate acolyte without any powerful spells or magic artifacts to break through his rank 2 defensive magic artifact, the violet ring.
Although he had just stepped foot into the Magus World and already had such strength, Connor still tried his best to maintain a calm state of mind. That day in the Secret Society's safe house, even though Bisping did not mention it, Connor was still able to deduce that Bisping should be an official Magus. As for the two injured subordinates who were meditating to recover, they should also be advanced acolytes. In addition to Reyes and old Victor, out of the five members of the Secret Society, the weakest was an advanced acolyte. This indirectly increased the pressure on Connor.
After pondering for a while, Connor shook his head and gave up on the idea of quickly increasing his cultivation. According to objective rules, the faster one's cultivation increased, the more unstable their foundation would be, and the more likely they would go berserk and lose control. If he wanted to walk further and more steadily on the path of truth, he had to take it one step at a time.
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