Not only a courier, but also a magician.
Connor wanted to use his space magic to send the misfired magic cannonball to another plane. However, this kind of magic is extremely risky to cast. If not handled properly, he may also be sent away or lost in the spatial turbulence and never return to his original plane.
He was willing to take such a big risk?!
Cole Garrison's speculation this time was like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. Connor did plan to try it out and see if he could use his portable space to store the magic cannonball.
The initial attempts were not very successful. Although the cannonball entered the space smoothly, it soon broke free from it at almost the same speed and force. Preliminary judgment was that with the current rate of space expansion, it was not enough to store seventh-order skills. What if it were slightly lower-level?
"Lilith, use several skills that are compatible with the magic cannonball and weaken its strength."
[Magic Solo][Magic Double Hit][Magic Triple Combo]
Lilith used several skills in succession.
Like the magic cannonball, they were all energy entities condensed purely from magical power.
The collision of skills produced an impact, and both the strength and speed of the magic cannonball visibly decreased.
It seems that this is a way. Connor began trying for a second time to store it.
The cannonball continued to break free.
Then came third time, fourth time, fifth time... Success!
By now, when Connor stored the magic cannonball in his portable space, its strength had been reduced to sixth order.
It seems that sixth order is currently the limit that can be accommodated by his wristband space.
This also indicates that in the short term future, he can bluff people with his identity as a sixth-order magician.
Connor nodded in satisfaction with the experimental results.
Cole Garrison on the other end of the corridor nodded tearfully at him.
To protect everyone, he was willing to expose his hidden strength that he had kept for a long time.
This is truly an act of heroism.
Cole Garrison recalled a long conversation they had in the Thorn Forest.
Connor had originally concealed his identity as a space magician in order to keep an ace up his sleeve for the upcoming Heroes Selection Conference. But now, in order to save the misfired magic cannon and prevent it from exploding on impact and alerting the Demon King, he had to reveal his space magic earlier than planned.
What a sacrifice it was.
Garrison's guards were not blind, nor were they fools. They saw Connor chasing after the cannonball at lightning speed and destroying it with his hand. They knew almost everything, how could he be just an ordinary courier?
Instead of letting them guess wildly, it would be better to be straightforward.
Cole Garrison tightly held Connor's hand as he approached him: "Connor, my dear brother, you can rest assured that everyone here has a deep friendship. As for what happened today, only we know about it. Once we leave this Nexus Citadel, no one will ever mention it again. If anyone violates this rule, they will face the same fate as this guy."
He drew his sword and cut off the head of an unnamed corpse beside him, holding it in his hand. In the flickering light, the man's eyes bulged out and his lips slightly parted - apparently something incredible had happened to him in his final moments before death. After losing blood from decapitation, his facial expression was etched onto his face even more terrifyingly.
Someone recognized him by the light and exclaimed: "This is Shalunjuan! The leader of Crimson Standard Gang! I saw his portrait on a wanted poster!"
"The capital offers rewards of one million for capturing him alive or ten thousand for killing him. Even if you provide important clues, you can still get thousands of dollars."
After saying these words, everyone looked over with no fear but rather greed in their eyes - that was no longer just a dead man's head; it was an endless source of wealth and glory.
Cole Garrison said sternly: "Don't get any ideas. The leader of Crimson Standard Gang was not killed by us but by Nexus Overlord's brutality. Although it may seem like a good thing for the kingdom in terms of results achieved, we cannot take credit for it."
"Cole is righteous and admirable," said Connor as he stepped forward, "but I have to say that luck is sometimes a kind of strength."
He arched his hand towards the direction of the capital.
"Living in the world, we worry about our sovereign. Living high up above, we worry about our people. The Crimson Standard Gang has been causing trouble in the capital region and has become a thorn in the king's side. Recently, with Nexus Overlord coming out, the people are also anxious and fearful. Now, you go back and report that Nexus Overlord killed Crimson Standard Gang that even military forces have failed to capture for years? In the past, it was because military forces couldn't beat these thugs; now it's because these thugs can't beat the Demon King. Thugs are already terrifying enough - but now the Demon King is even worse? What will happen to the military's prestige?"
Cole Garrison raised his head and snorted: "Connor, my dear brother, you know me well. I, Cole Garrison, am not a person who fabricates lies and deceives others. And all of us soldiers in the military are not interested in taking credit for defeating the Demon King."
"I know that, Cole is loyal, and the emperor is wise. We will definitely report the truth, and the emperor will not be fooled by false words. However, there is a great deal of skill involved in how to tell the truth - what to say when and to whom, how much to say first or last."
"Nexus Overlord eliminated Crimson Standard Gang? No, no. That's not how we should tell the story. It will unnecessarily worry the king and people about the Demon King and raise unnecessary suspicions about the military. The emperor is exhausted from mental stress; the people are anxious; and the country is on tenterhooks. Our truth not only failed to alert people but also had a counterproductive effect. Do you think this is the right way to tell them?"
"Then what do you suggest?" Cole Garrison asked.
"Split it into two sentences," Connor said calmly.
"The first sentence: Mr. Garrison witnessed Crimson Standard Gang being completely wiped out while escorting munitions;
The second sentence: Mr. Garrison led his troops to visit Nexus Overlord.
As for who killed Crimson Standard Gang? How brutal Nexus Overlord really was? Actually we don't know exactly yet - many things still need further investigation.
Even if it is announced to everyone, there's no need to rush it."
"The key to revealing the truth lies not in what you say but in what your audience ultimately hears.
Do you think people want a military force that destroys thieves and bandits or a military force that lives in fear?"
"Do you think Emperor wants chaos or peace in his capital region?"
After listening carefully to Connor's words, Cole Garrison finally nodded.
Indeed, as Connor said, it was not wise to spread vague bad news that would cause nationwide anxiety.
Tell people the good news first and report hidden dangers to the king later.
Cole Garrison made a decision and no longer hesitated: "Cut off the red tags on the bodies within ten minutes, then return to the capital. We will reward those who have contributed."
Garrison's Guard rushed out like wolves and began searching for the core members of Crimson Standard Gang according to their red tags on the ground.