However, just relying on his intuition couldn't actually test what this eye was truly capable of.
So he found someone to cooperate with him in conducting a test.
"Enoch, use an illusion to conceal your figure. I want to see if I can detect you," Horn said to Enoch, who was bored.
"Why? Your spiritual power is far higher than mine. You'll definitely detect me if you carefully sense my presence!" Enoch asked in confusion.
"I won't use my spiritual power to detect you. I want to test my eye," Horn said, pointing at his right eye that was glowing blue.
"Alright then." After Enoch finished speaking, his lips quivered slightly. He drew his staff and made a circle in front of him. The moment the circle drawn by the staff closed, Enoch's figure disappeared.
Horn first closed his left eye and observed with only his right eye, confirming that it was absolutely impossible to see Enoch with a normal eye.
Then he closed his right eye and opened his left eye.
The view suddenly changed, and the world turned completely dark. Right in front of Horn, a blue figure stood there!
This eye could see through illusions!
Then Horn asked Enoch to hide behind various obstacles while he observed. Without exception, Horn detected him every time!
Even Enoch's illusions couldn't escape this eye!
Horn was greatly satisfied. With this eye, his reconnaissance ability had been greatly enhanced!
It was just that the constant flashing of electric light made it too conspicuous.
Having inexplicably obtained such a powerful eye, while Horn was overjoyed, he also had some concerns in his heart. What exactly was this eye?
What was its purpose for residing in his body?
Could this be someone's conspiracy?
Horn fell into deep thought, but he really couldn't come up with an answer.
Because no matter what, he would never know that he was just a lucky guy who had snatched the treasures of those other - worlders.
While he was deep in thought, the eye patch made for him was ready. It was made by cutting off a small piece of the leather clothing of the black dog Terry.
Horn put it on with a strange look on his face. He borrowed Annie's mirror and took a look. His originally literary - looking face now inexplicably had a hint of a fierce aura.
Then he put on his glasses and looked in the mirror again. It looked a bit comical.
He returned the mirror to Annie with a bitter face. It was indeed true that every gain had its loss.
...
More than ten days had passed. By now, Horn and his group were almost out of the territory of the God of the North Wind. The place they were in now should be the intersection of the Church of the North Wind and the Church of the God of Wealth.
Don't think it was too easy for them to escape the territory of the God of the North Wind while being wanted. You should know that the strength of their group was even greater than a quarter of that of a city.
In Ceylon, ordinary first - level professionals were already quite rare. In the entire diocese of the God of the North Wind with hundreds of cities, each city only had about fifty or sixty of them.
Not to mention that each city only had four or five white - robed deacons stationed there, and Horn was now a fourth - ring mage, much more powerful than an ordinary white - robed deacon.
Moreover, the Thunder Spirit's enhancement of his strength went even further. He didn't even know his current limit because there was no place for him to have a full - scale actual battle.
During this journey, relying on Ian Parker's powerful perception ability, they didn't encounter much obstruction within the territory of the Church of the North Wind.
They avoided the obstacles they could, and when they couldn't, they could mostly overcome them head - on.
For those places where normal checkpoints were set up to intercept ordinary people, Enoch could solve the problem with just one illusion.
Now the group had come to a small mountain village to rest. This would be their last stop in the territory of the Church of the God of the North Wind.
The small village wasn't big, with only about a hundred households. Even the church hadn't set up a chapel here.
When Horn and his group entered the village, the villagers seemed to be used to it.
This was a border area, and people like Horn and his group were quite common.
They would rest here for a while. Along the way, everyone's staves had been almost depleted, and the materials for making staves could be found nearby in this village.
They were going to the diocese of the Church of the God of Wealth, a place they had never been to before, so they had to make full preparations.
The group bought some grain from the village head. They didn't have much grain left after the journey.
Although Luke was a good cook, they were already tired of eating meat all the time.
The grain was much more expensive than the normal price, and the service attitude wasn't good either.
During the transaction, the village head subtly warned Horn and his group that there was a team of retired first - level mercenaries guarding the village, probably to tell them not to cause trouble.
It seemed that these people were taking advantage of Horn and his group, but Horn and the others didn't care. This was just how the world was; everyone was just trying to make a living.
After buying the grain, they needed to find a place to stay. There was no inn in this village, but there were places to accommodate passing travelers.
A bit far from the village, there were several thatched cottages.
Even down - and - out vagrants wouldn't bother to live in these thatched cottages, but travelers didn't have many choices.
The middle - aged woman who led Horn and his group to the thatched cottages looked impatient, nothing like the warm - hearted villagers described in the biographies.
These thatched cottages were quite far from the village and looked shabby. Annie and Shirley both showed looks of disgust on their faces.
However, compared to the time when they had to sleep rough in the wild a few days ago, these thatched cottages were still bearable as they could at least keep out the wind and rain.
The group worked together to cut the walnut wood into evenly - sized strips and soaked them in a special material. They would be ready to use after being dried tomorrow.
By the time they finished dealing with the staves, it was already dark. After having dinner cooked by Luke, everyone went to practice or rest.
Horn was also researching. He had recently encountered an unexpected problem. He had engraved the magic circles of the third - ring thunder magic and the fourth - ring fire magic in his Sea of Consciousness.
But the embarrassing thing was that even a walnut wood staff could only withstand the release of a third - ring magic once. Even though Horn had learned the fourth - ring magic, he couldn't release it.
Old Douglas had once given him a staff inlaid with a magic crystal. He said that this staff could withstand about ten releases of third - ring magic. Logically, it should also be able to withstand fourth - ring magic.
But Horn didn't dare to test it because there was only one staff, and he would only use it in a critical moment.
So Horn could only focus on studying the booklet left by Old Douglas.
Just as he was deeply engrossed in his research, Ian made a gesture to Horn, indicating for him to go out with him.
"What's up?" Horn asked Ian Parker at the door.
Ian said mysteriously:
"I found something strange in this village during the day."