Chapter 49

Without waiting for Connor to express his doubts, old Victor was very proud to introduce Connor to the various magical functions of the black ring. "This is the latest research achievement of the professor - the improved space ring. This thing, the space ring excavated from Byzantine relics and the space ring imitated by other alchemists have been improved in various aspects."

"This space ring has about three square meters of space, and this space ring has strong stability. After the test of the professor, this space ring can withstand the full blow of the official wizard. At the same time, the professor also cancelled the traditional design of inlaying space gems on the space ring."

"It creatively combines the dust of space gems with Coulomb steel. In this way, the concealment of this space ring will be greatly increased. Even if it is not carefully seen, others will not think it is a space ring because of the inherent impression of inlaying space gems on the space ring, reducing the risk of being seen for money!"

"The professor has some things to deal with these days. Don't disturb him. The professor left you some mystical books and alchemy books in the space ring. Master Connor, you can learn by yourself. As for the use of this space ring, old Victor carefully chose the method of voice transmission.

A moment later, when the transmission ended, Connor nodded solemnly to old Victor, indicating that he had written down what he said. Then he said with a smile, "please, housekeeper Victor, help me express my thanks to my tutor!"

"Master Connor, I'll take your thanks to the professor!" With that, Victor saw that Connor had nothing else to do. He nodded slightly and disappeared into the darkness again.

After Victor left, Connor took a bottle of red wine from the cellar in his apartment and poured himself a glass.

Although he is not suitable for drinking because of his gunshot wound, Connor's complicated mood makes him in urgent need of wine to help him.

Connor raised his glass to drink with one hand, and stroked the black space ring handed by old Victor with the other hand, feeling the cold texture of this space ring improved by Reyes,

"Go After rubbing for a while, Connor put his mental strength on the black ring in his palm according to the way old Victor gave him. When everything was ready, he squinted and said a Byzantine word.

As Connor's voice just fell, a strange wave appeared on the black ring, and the next second Connor felt the magic of the space ring.

As old Victor said, Connor's mental power can sense that the space in the black ring is about three square meters. At this time, in this small space, there are three books quietly.

As soon as Connor's mental power was swept away, the titles of the three books appeared in his mind. They were Byzantine memorabilia, Reyes alchemy and general knowledge and introduction of mystics.

After pondering for a while, Connor's mind moved, and the book Reyes alchemy appeared in his palm. When old Victor just passed on the message to him, he not only said how to open the space ring, but also told him how to establish protection on the space ring. The way not to be opened is in the alchemy book that Reyes left for himself in the space ring. If there is no accident, it should be Reyes alchemy.

Touching the smooth cover of Reyes' alchemy, Connor, who has always been calm and calm, can't help feeling a little excited. A Greenwood badge, a space ring, the beauty of alchemy, Connor has seen it. Now with this book of Reyes' alchemy as a stepping stone, the door of alchemist has been opened to himself, As long as we enter the gate, Connor is confident that with the help of auxiliary chips, we will be flying in the future!

However, when Connor was about to open his books and travel in the sea of alchemy knowledge, he seemed to think of something. With a long sigh, his excited expression was dim.

"Reyes is so nice to himself! Before the showdown, he guided his knight cultivation and presented himself with the Greenwood badge. After the showdown, he immediately presented himself with a higher-level idea. Now he gave himself a space ring

Seriously, Connor thinks that Reyes is good to himself, and Lao Tzu is just so good to his son, right?

In a group of witches who advocate equal value exchange, is it really as simple as he said that Reyes is so kind to himself to let himself inherit his mantle? Or another purpose?

Although Connor is not a persecuted maniac, he has been thinking about this problem.

For a long time, Connor grinned bitterly and shook his head. There were too few clues. Now he really had no clue and no way. Now he could only look at it step by step, hoping that Reyes really regarded himself as a disciple····"Chip, start to enter the analysis and recording mode, analyze the books I'm going to read next!" Connor told the chip in his heart:

"Drop! Following the will of the subject, the task is established! The chip is in analysis and recording mode. " As always, Connor's mind rang out on behalf of the chip's cool female voice.

With a positive answer from the chip, Connor slowly opened the book Reyes alchemy on hand

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