Wizard Earl

Knowing that the two of them would only waste time and achieve nothing, and that the "Countess of Ferguson" opposite her seemed to have no intention of speaking, Margaret took a deep breath, picked up the coffee cup on the coffee table, took a sip of the fragrant Red Mountain coffee, and then gently waved her hand, creating an invisible and colorless soundproof barrier that enveloped the entire private room.

Seeing the soundproof barrier appear, Varga realized that her meeting with Margaret was finally about to get down to business. She immediately focused her gaze on Margaret, who sat gracefully opposite her. Varga's expression became complicated; she had thought she would never see Margaret again in her life…

"Varga, do you know what's going on with Connor right now?" Margaret didn't dwell on her past grievances with Varga, but went straight to the point.

Although she still felt something was off about her relationship with Margaret, Varga overcame her emotions for Connor's sake and shook her head at Margaret, saying, "No, I haven't contacted Connor since he left Frosinone."

Varga's words immediately caused Margaret to frown slightly, feeling quite confused. Seeing Margaret's expression, Varga hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to believe her and explained:

"Before Connor left Frosinone, we had already agreed on a method of communication. Connor set up a very well-hidden array near Ferguson Manor. After I receive the message from you, I will transmit the message to him through this array. Connor has a special communication jade token to receive messages transmitted through the array."

"Furthermore, Connor will be operating within a 500-mile radius of Frosinone to ensure he receives timely information. While this guarantees the timeliness of the information, the energy consumption of transmitting messages via the magic array is significant. Also, it's uncertain whether anyone is watching him at Ferguson Manor. Therefore, before Connor left, he instructed me to contact him after receiving the information from you!"

Listening to Varga's detailed explanation and realizing that Connor was fully prepared, Margaret's furrowed brows finally relaxed, and she said to Varga in a deep voice, "According to my information, Christant has already left Frosinone, but his whereabouts are unknown. Currently, the only official wizard in the Storm Church in Frosinone is Bastoni, the former bishop of Frosinone. However, he needs to oversee the church and coordinate operations, so he can't personally keep an eye on your Ferguson family!"

"As for Ferguson Manor outside the city, there are indeed people from the Church keeping watch on it, but it's just a high-level wizard with two mid-level wizard apprentices. It's not too difficult to hide it from them. As for Ferguson Mansion, Christant knows where they live, so he didn't arrange for anyone to keep watch on it. Instead, he used a spy that the Church planted in your family many years ago to secretly monitor the movements inside the manor."

As soon as Margaret finished speaking, Varga, who had heard about the church's mole in the mansion, immediately flashed a murderous glint in her beautiful eyes and asked Margaret, "Do you know who this mole is?"

In response to Varga's question, Margaret shook her head and explained, "I don't have any clues about who this mole is right now, but I'm investigating and might have some leads soon."

"All I know now is that this mole has been lurking within the Ferguson family for at least ten years, remaining unactivated by the Church during that time. It's highly likely that he has now become a member of your Ferguson family's management!"

"Varga, you need to be careful not to let this mole discover anything. According to some clues, Christant has a high opinion of this mole who is lurking in the Ferguson family."

"Christant is the intelligence director of the Black Organization, the church's top intelligence chief. I believe Connor has already told you this. So, anyone who can earn Christant's praise is definitely not an ordinary person; they must be extremely capable!" Margaret's tone became very serious at the end.

Varga remained silent in the face of Margaret's earnest admonition, only a cold glint flashing in her eyes before she nodded to Margaret, indicating that she understood.

Seeing this, Margaret seemed to have thought of something, and then looked at Varga and asked, "Varga, do you know what agreement Connor and Firo reached?"

Hearing Margaret's words, a hint of doubt flashed in Varga's eyes. Then she asked Margaret, "Margaret, who is this Filo you're talking about?"

Seeing that Varga's doubt seemed genuine, Margaret shook her head slightly and then asked Varga a different question: "Do you know if Connor has been crafting anything lately, like... alchemical bombs or something?"

Faced with Margaret's barrage of questions, Varga chuckled, then, under Margaret's gaze, said, "Margaret, you might not know this, but in our house, Connor and I each have a workshop. Normally, Connor never asks me what potions I'm brewing, and I never ask Connor what he's brewing!"

Although Margaret understood what Varga meant, the phrase "in our house" still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. Of course, on the surface, Varga wouldn't show her emotions; she remained perfectly calm, seemingly oblivious to the underlying meaning in Varga's words…

Seeing Margaret's feigned nonchalance, Varga didn't press the matter further, though inwardly she felt a small surge of happiness.

However, Varga still felt uneasy. In her eyes, Margaret was the third party in her relationship with Connor, a slut who came to steal her husband and ruin her relationship with Connor. But for various reasons, she had no choice but to accept the fact that Margaret stayed by Connor's side.

If she could, Varga would rather pretend Margaret didn't exist and never see her again. But now, for Connor and for the Ferguson family, although she had to sit here and meet with Margaret, her disgust for Margaret remained unchanged. Now that she could take advantage of the situation and give her a little provocation, she was more than happy to do so.