Wizard Earl

"I know what to do, I don't need you to teach me! Don't forget, Christant only sent you to assist me!" Philo said coldly. After saying that, Philo ignored Milik and got up to rest under another olive tree a few meters away to the left.

Seeing that Firo had not left his sight and that he had accepted the task of monitoring Firo, Milik suppressed the urge to attack and closed his eyes again to meditate and recover.

Watching Milik meditate, Philo, sitting under another olive tree, sighed softly. He knew what was coming had finally arrived...

Whether or not he can find the ruins related to Reyes, the Storm Church, represented by Milik, has already decided to take action against him. From the moment he learned that the Storm Church would replace his assistant with that bastard Milik from Van de Beck, the experienced Philo had a premonition that the Storm Church was going to make a move against him, which is why he asked Connor for those things just in case.

Although Philo was prepared for this worst-case scenario, he still held onto a last glimmer of hope that the personnel reshuffle was just a coincidence, since it only involved assigning him a new partner instead of taking direct action.

Although Firo already knew that the Storm Church had tampered with his body and had prepared the Blood Demon Golem as a countermeasure, the thought of using this extremely precious golem, his last trump card, for such a purpose was still painful and troublesome for him…

Firo, who still held a sliver of hope, and Milik had been on their journey together. As they observed Milik's attitude towards him, Firo's hope gradually faded until he finally faced reality and realized that the Storm Church's destruction of him was inevitable.

Now that he had come to terms with reality, Firo, the black wizard who had practiced blood magic, was naturally no pushover either. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he quickly made a decision. Rather than passively waiting for Milik to attack him like a lamb to the slaughter, he might as well strike first and catch Milik off guard. If he was lucky, it wouldn't be impossible for him to kill Milik, that bastard!

Having made up his mind, Philo quietly took out a palm-sized, dented piece of broken wood from his spatial ring. This was the only alchemical bomb that Connor Ferguson had left him in the black package when they secretly met in the bookstore that day.

After leaving the bookstore and returning to his residence, Philo began to take stock of the contents of the black package Connor had given him. He was extremely surprised when he first saw the broken piece of wood. If he hadn't held it in his hand and examined it closely later, he wouldn't have believed that this seemingly broken piece of wood chopsticks left over from someone's house construction was actually a pyrotechnic bomb capable of blowing up a tall building.

Philo was both amused and exasperated by Connor's bizarre creation of a metal bomb shaped like a broken piece of wood. However, what he didn't know was that the broken piece of wood metal bomb Connor had given him was something Connor had painstakingly crafted, both in its appearance and its internal structure.

Connor knew exactly what Firo intended to do with the alchemical bomb and what the Church of Storms' reaction would be. Therefore, to distance himself from Firo and protect himself and the Ferguson family from being implicated when the Church of Storms investigated the bomb's origins, Connor did not use his most proficient and skilled method of creating a metal brick-shaped alchemical bomb for Firo.

Instead, he imitated the alchemical techniques and habits of Henderson, another master alchemical bomb maker in the Wizarding World. He created this alchemical bomb shaped like a broken piece of wood for Philo, so that even if the alchemical bomb exploded, the Church of Storms would only trace it back to that unfortunate Henderson, not Connor Ferguson.

Unaware of Connor's intentions, Philo secretly hid the alchemical bomb, which looked like a broken piece of wood, under the olive tree. In his plan, this alchemical bomb given to him by Connor occupied a very crucial position and determined the success or failure of the matter!

Having concealed the alchemical bomb, Firo quietly observed Milik not far behind him. Seeing that Milik seemed to have noticed nothing unusual, a hint of contempt appeared in Firo's eyes, hidden behind his gray cloak. No matter how ruthless this guy is, he still can't find anything.

Having completed the first step of his plan, Philo began the second. He pretended to meditate, and a faint layer of red gas, resembling blood mist, appeared around his body.

Sensing the red gas rising from Philo's body, Milik, who utterly hated black wizards and black magic, kept his eyes open and observed, still maintaining his cultivation state, but a very obvious look of disgust appeared on his face.

Noticing the change in Milik's expression, Firo sneered inwardly, ignoring Milik and continuing his own cultivation. As he cultivated, his face seemed to become increasingly flushed, but under the cover of the rising red mist around him, Milik did not notice Firo's change. A minute later, he began to vaguely sense the energy fluctuations emanating from Firo. When he opened his eyes and looked at Firo with a puzzled expression, the flush on Firo's face had disappeared, and his expression had returned to normal.

Upon noticing the suspicious energy fluctuations emanating from Firo disappear as soon as they appeared, Milik's eyes narrowed slightly as he discreetly observed Firo. He realized Firo might be playing some trick on him, but he needed to observe further to determine what it was...

For a moment, both Philo and Milick, who were both harboring their own ulterior motives, tacitly kept quiet. The tense atmosphere between them suddenly became eerily quiet.

This quiet atmosphere naturally didn't last long. As Philo gradually prepared to make his move, having decided to strike first, he no longer held back. He pretended to wake up from his cultivation, seemingly aware of his surroundings, and pointed to a grove of trees on his left, saying to Milik, "There's movement in the woods, I'll go check it out!"