Connor couldn't help but frown when he saw that what he was looking for was actually ordinary cotton. However, he didn't give up and immediately opened all the wooden boxes one by one. But what made Connor extremely disappointed was that the contents of these wooden boxes were, without exception, the most ordinary cotton!
Looking at the white cotton in the wooden boxes before him, Connor, who had originally intended to use this opportunity to break out of his predicament and was filled with anticipation, sank into deep depression. He had never expected that his guess would be wrong. There was really only cotton in these wooden boxes.
Although the result seemed to be hopeless, Connor didn't give up. He adjusted his emotions and pulled himself together. He planned to close the wooden boxes one by one to make it look like nothing had happened.
However, when Connor was about to close the wooden boxes, he suddenly noticed something in the seemingly ordinary cotton in the wooden boxes. He stared straight at the cotton, as if the thing in the wooden boxes wasn't cotton, but something else.
When he was in Lohengrin University, Reyes, as his mentor, had once guided him in alchemy experiments. Reyes told Connor that in alchemy, sometimes what you saw with your eyes might not be real. You needed to feel it carefully. For some reason, although Connor was very sure that the thing in the wooden boxes was the most ordinary cotton, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with it.
After staring at the wooden boxes for about a minute, Connor had the last glimmer of hope in his heart. He moved his fingers slightly towards the wooden boxes. Instantly, a small ball of cotton flew from the wooden boxes to Connor's hand. He felt that the cotton in his hand was no different from ordinary cotton. However, Connor still couldn't believe it. He lowered his head to smell the cotton.
Although it looked like cotton that had just been picked, it didn't have the fragrance that new cotton should have. Realizing this, Connor became suspicious. After thinking for a few seconds, a ball of black flame appeared on Connor's fingertips and carefully burned the small ball of cotton.
As the flame and the cotton collided with each other, a shocking scene appeared. The ball of cotton was only slightly deformed under the burning of Connor's black flame. It burned very slowly, unlike ordinary cotton which would instantly burn into ashes. Connor was also a little surprised by the scene in front of him. At the same time, Connor seemed to have sensed something from the ball of cotton. His expression immediately changed, and he squinted his eyes to sense it carefully.
Ten seconds later, the small ball of cotton finally turned into ashes under the burning of Connor's black flame and dissipated into the air. As the cotton turned into ashes, Connor seemed to have sensed something during the process. His expression changed slightly. Then, he closed all the wooden boxes that he had opened, snapped his fingers, and left quietly.
A minute after Connor left, the five laborers who had fainted on the ground and the three train drivers in the train cabin slowly regained consciousness. However, it seemed that they didn't remember what had just happened at all. They continued with their unfinished work. A few minutes later, the laborers loaded all the wooden boxes onto the train. The train immediately pulled the whistle and left Ipruja, heading towards Fort Thessaloniki.
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Two days later, Mr. K and Van der Beek, who were still wearing gray cloaks, appeared in a private room called Blue Dream Cafe near the Redstone Pawnshop. Although Mr. K's face couldn't be seen clearly because he was wearing a cloak, it was impossible to know his current mood from his expression. However, from the way he stared at the pocket watch in his hand while looking at the Redstone Pawnshop in front of him, it was easy to imagine how anxious he was at this moment.
It was 5: 50 pm now. There were only 10 minutes left until 6 pm, and 6 pm today was the deadline that Cristante gave Connor to kill Ruiz within seven days. However, not only did Connor Ferguson fail to kill Ruiz, but he also didn't show up until now!
If not for the fact that they had set up all sorts of restrictions in the Redstone Pawnshop to prevent any movement from escaping their surveillance, Mr. K might have thought that Conner had already escaped their surveillance, barged into the Redstone Pawnshop, and killed Ruiz.
Even the experienced Mr. K was so anxious. Beside him, the young genius of the Church of Storms, Van der Beek, who was inexperienced and lacked experience, was clearly nervous. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but look around through the window from the corner of his eye in an attempt to discover the target he had been waiting for for a long time.
In this tense and strange atmosphere, time ticked by. Soon, the last ten minutes of Mr. K's pocket watch had passed. Looking at the minute hand on the pocket watch, it had passed six o 'clock. Mr. K slowly exhaled and put the pocket watch back into his pocket.
He was the one who persuaded Cristante to carry out this plan. Originally, he was very confident that he could use this opportunity to drag Conner, who was waiting for the right price and was unwilling to take a stand, down with him. However, judging from the result, it seemed that he was wrong about Conner Ferguson.
After pondering for a moment, Mr. K turned his head and looked at Van der Beek beside him. However, just as he was about to say something to Van der Beek, his mental strength seemed to have noticed something. His expression immediately changed, and he immediately looked outside the private room.
Seeing Mr. K's action, Van der Beek immediately looked in the direction Mr. K was looking at, but probably because his mind power wasn't as strong as Mr. K's, he didn't find anything. Just as he was about to ask Mr. K about it, the door of the private room they were in was suddenly opened without any warning.
Then, under Mr. K's helpless gaze and Van der Beek's shocked gaze, the expressionless Conor Ferguson walked into the private room and sat across from Mr. K and Van der Beek.
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