65: Go to Barto's house and get the account book

At this moment, after Ron had fully processed the information provided by the ancient god coin, he flipped his palm and put the ancient god coin away.

Although he was still just a magic apprentice and hadn't fully activated his Sea of Souls, through the inherent ability of the ancient god coin, it could still be stored in his mind.

“Next, it’s time to repair that charm,” Ron thought to himself, sitting up from the stone bed.

As soon as he stood up, he saw that the surface of the stone bed, where the alchemy array was carved, had weathered into a layer of stone powder.

After Ron cleaned it up, the stone bed was a layer shorter than before.

However, Ron didn't pay attention to it and went directly to the stone table, taking out the alchemy materials for repairing the charm.

Half an hour later, on the stone table, lay the spiritual alchemy liquid Ron had just prepared.

Within half a cup of gray-black liquid, there were specks of blue glowing mineral powder, like stars.

Ron took out the discarded charm, which was about half the size of a palm and looked like a stone.

He used an engraving knife to clean all the dirt from its surface.

Immediately after, he immersed the stone in the alchemy liquid.

Sizzle!

He lit the alchemy liquid with a match.

In just two or three seconds, the liquid in the cup began to boil.

The stone-like charm constantly tumbled in the cup.

At the same time, Ron stirred it continuously with an iron rod.

The degenerated spiritual substances in the liquid also began to become active.

Streaks of faint blue lines flowed into the interior of the charm through the cracks.

Two minutes later, all the blue spiritual substances completely filled the charm.

At this point, Ron used tongs to remove the charm.

The charm, which was originally stone-shaped, was now oval, smooth, and plump, like a chess piece.

After the charm's temperature had completely cooled, Ron took out his engraving knife and carefully re-etched the original runes.

Then he mounted it on a ring, making it into a ring style.

It fit perfectly on his left middle finger.

“Mission accomplished!”

Ron let out a long breath and nodded with satisfaction.

The name of this charm was the [Protective Charm], an alchemy construct of the third order.

As the name suggests, its ability is to protect oneself.

Once the charm is activated, it can form a shield on the body's surface, capable of withstanding one full-force strike from an Armed Knight.

Because this charm had been damaged years ago and had almost lost its spirituality, even though Ron had repaired it and replenished its spirituality, its effectiveness was still greatly reduced, allowing only three uses.

Furthermore, each use required pre-charging.

“However, three uses are enough,” Ron thought to himself, then carefully put the charm away.

Next, he reconfigured the gunpowder and shot for the flintlock pistol, adding alchemy materials such as ignited stone and red jade crystal.

After crafting several new, low-grade alchemy constructs, and seeing that dusk was approaching, he used the ancient god coin to store all his belongings.

When he returned to the clinic, Litton, as expected, saw Ron bring back another herb.

After that, the three of them finished dinner.

Ron returned to his room to test the abilities of the Thief Breathing Technique.

Because the information flow was directly infused by the ancient god coin, he didn't need to learn it and could use it immediately.

Several hours later, around eleven o’clock, most people in Hibo Town had already fallen asleep.

Ron, however, got up and quietly slipped out of the clinic.

In the alley, his figure flickered.

Ron moved swiftly, silently, and very quickly.

And the places he stepped were almost always close to the walls, where moonlight couldn't reach.

This was the ability granted to him by the Thief Breathing Technique, allowing him to gain powerful stealth abilities like a true thief.

He was also agile, with clever footwork, a body as light as a feather, skilled in jumping and dodging.

His fingers were also very flexible, allowing him to subtly steal a wallet from someone's inner pocket without being noticed.

Ten minutes later, Ron arrived at an shadowed spot outside Barto’s manor.

At this time, under the inky night, his eyes were still sharp, able to discern every detail.

After a careful observation, he found that, as the intelligence stated, there was no one monitoring the surroundings.

Inside the manor, all was silent and pitch black.

So, Ron followed the Barto Family's defense map provided in the previous intelligence.

He found a low section of the wall, then with a jump, he placed his hands on the top of the wall and pushed.

Immediately after, Ron’s figure appeared in the courtyard.

Under the dim moonlight, Ron bypassed the servant's quarters and went directly to the main building where Barto resided.

Like a gecko, he gripped the cracks in the wall with both hands and climbed directly to the second floor.

After opening the window, Ron entered, finding himself in Barto's study.

At this time, the study was basically empty.

After Barto's death, Grace moved back to her maternal family with her son.

The items in the study were useless to her, so she sold them all off.

However, Ron didn't care and went directly to a wall.

Originally, there were several valuable paintings on this wall, but Grace had taken them down and sold them as well.

But there was one thing she didn't take: a bookshelf.

This bookshelf was built-in, flush with the wall, and impossible to move.

Under the moonlight, Ron extended his left hand and felt for the leftmost compartment on the second shelf of the bookshelf.

After removing the wooden panel that served as a partition, there was a small mechanism inside.

He moved the mechanism, and the bookshelf made a soft click.

Immediately after, Ron slowly pushed with his hand, and the bookshelf, like a door, slowly opened for him.

Behind the bookshelf was a small secret room, only ten cubic meters in size.

There were no special items in the secret room.

Only a desk, a lamp, and a chair.

Ron stepped forward and opened the desk drawers.

The left drawer contained two ledgers.

The right drawer contained a bag of gold coins.

As for the middle drawer… it held another flintlock pistol.

Ron took out the two ledgers from the left drawer and quickly flipped through them.

The first ledger recorded Barto's family business.

So, Ron quickly glanced at it and put it aside.

Then he picked up the second ledger, opened it, and his gaze sharpened.

“Slave trade records… This is it!”

Ron's lips curved upwards; after carefully reviewing it and confirming it was correct, he put all these items into the ancient god coin space.

After restoring the bookshelf to its original state, Ron returned the way he came, unnoticed by anyone.

When he returned to the clinic and his own room, he took out the items again and carefully examined them.

“Hmm? Another hundred gold coins?”

Ron raised an eyebrow, very satisfied.