After a few minutes, Connor finally managed to restrain himself from obtaining such a large amount of cultivation resources. The excitement and agitation in his heart once again returned to a calm state. He looked at the dozens of space rings that he had already emptied in the cloth bag on the ground.
After thinking for two seconds, Connor's eyes flashed with pity, but he still dug a hole thirty meters deep in the ground, and threw the dozens of space rings and the sack into the hole!
After taking one last look at the dozens of space rings that were equally valuable, Connor shook his head, but still took out two alchemy bombs and threw them into the hole.
* Bang! *
Under Connor's gaze, the two alchemy bombs that landed at the bottom of the hole exploded thirty meters underground. The terrifying shockwave from the explosion instantly shattered the dozens of space rings at the center of the explosion, forming a small black hole underground that sucked the fragments of the space rings into the spatial turbulence …
The black hole formed quickly and dissipated quickly. After absorbing the fragments of the space rings, it automatically healed and returned to its original state. Only the traces of the explosion of the alchemy bombs were left behind to tell what had happened in the hole thirty meters underground.
"Sigh!"
With a long sigh, Connor shook his head regretfully, and then waved his hand to fill up the hole. According to the current price of the space rings in the underground markets of Flosinone and Odin, the value of those space rings was estimated to be more than thirty thousand magic crystals. Even if they were sold as stolen goods, it would still be more than twenty thousand magic crystals. Now that they had entered the spatial turbulence, the fragments of the space rings would soon turn into powder and dust …
If he hadn't heard from William and Castroville that the Golovin tribe's goal was to obtain the flesh and blood of the fifty Kaman and Odin Magi who had participated in the Bluestone Auction, Connor definitely wouldn't have blown up those space rings for nothing!
The death of fifty Magi, even if they were all apprentice Magi and not a single one was an official Magus, was not a small matter on the borders of the Kaman and Odin Empires. Once it was exposed, the light Magi of the two empires would definitely follow up. Moreover, it involved Magi of the two empires, and they had died within the borders of Odin. It would become a diplomatic incident, and it was possible for them to investigate!
Once the matter became too big, there would definitely be Magi who were good at divination who would use divination to figure out what had happened. At that time, those space rings would be like ticking time bombs to Connor, and they could be divined at any time. If that happened, Connor would be the scapegoat for the Golovin tribe, and he wouldn't be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River!
Hence, for safety's sake, Connor could only reluctantly part with these space rings and send them into the turbulence of space. Once they entered the turbulence of space, they would turn into dust. No matter how great one's abilities were, they wouldn't be able to be divined at all!
After getting rid of this hidden danger, Connor seemed to have thought of something. He took out a light blue space ring from his robes and carefully examined it.
This space ring looked very high-grade. It belonged to the second elder of the Golovin tribe, Castroville, who had died at Connor's hands. After Živkovychi came out from underground, Connor didn't have the chance to search Castroville's soul, and could only kill him. However, after killing him, Connor took the space ring from Castroville's body.
Because he was curious as to why the Golovin tribe had made such a big fuss at the Bluestone Auction, Connor didn't put this space ring that belonged to Castroville together with the space rings of the other unlucky fellows. Instead, he put it aside and planned to study it later to see if he could find any clues about the Golovin tribe's goal from the space ring.
Now that Connor had dealt with most of the matters, it was the best time to study this blue space ring. His eyes flickered slightly, and Connor began to remove Castroville's spiritual imprint from the space ring.
What surprised Connor was that although Castroville had died tragically at his hands, the spiritual imprint on this blue space ring was still very strong. Moreover, this space ring seemed to have some kind of restriction that would self-destruct once the spiritual imprint was forcibly removed. If it was an ordinary level-1 Wizard, facing this space ring, they might really be helpless and have a headache. If they were to forcibly remove it, it was very likely that they would not be able to get anything out of it.
However, the person who was removing the spiritual imprint on this space ring was Connor Ferguson. Not only was Connor a spiritual-type Magus with powerful spiritual force, but he was also an alchemist who was proficient in restrictions. It wasn't too difficult for him to break this space ring.
Under Connor's careful manipulation, this space ring that gave him a headache finally opened up to Connor Ferguson after ten minutes. Connor could check to his heart's content and see what was in Castroville's space ring.
"This is …?"
Connor was pleasantly surprised when he used his spiritual force to sense the items in the space ring. However, a few seconds later, his spiritual force seemed to have found something extraordinary in the space ring. A look of disbelief appeared on Connor's chiseled face. After being stunned for a few seconds, Connor's expression flickered a few times as if he had realized something. His throat moved subconsciously, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Connor put down the space ring in his hand. He seemed to be hesitating about something. The expression on his face kept changing. Sometimes it was excitement, sometimes it was seriousness, sometimes it was greed … After a minute, Connor's expression finally stopped changing. He took a deep breath, put on his black magic robe, and rushed out of the forest.
… …
… …
"Hurry up! Don't be lazy! "
"Hold it gently! Hold it gently! "
At night, in the wooden stronghold of Kuit Canyon, the people of the Golovin Tribe were busy moving large bronze chests onto the carriages. Then, under the guidance of the Golovin Shamans, they pulled the bronze chests out of Kuit Canyon.
"Uncle Feng Te, what do you think is in this bronze box?" Outside the wooden village, a young coachman who was waiting for his tribesmen to move the bronze boxes onto the carriages asked the old coachman beside him curiously.
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