Wizard Earl

Aside from giving Margaret a little spur-on, Varga didn't lie to her. She and Connor, when it came to their respective professions, would only exchange ideas and discuss things when needed. Otherwise, they would each do their own thing and wouldn't interfere with each other's plans.

Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of Varga, Margaret didn't bother trying any further. After thinking for a while, she continued to tell Varga, "Philo has rebelled and inflicted considerable damage on Milik with alchemical bombs. The Church's attention is currently focused on Philo, and the Church Arbitrators and the Black Organization are preparing to jointly organize a force to surround and kill him!"

"So Varga, you need to tell Connor that no matter what plans he and Firo have, he absolutely must not meet with Firo now, lest he get himself into trouble. Also, that alchemical bomb he made for Firo, although he disguised Henderson's alchemical methods and characteristics to distance himself from it, Christant is still suspicious of him now."

"Because of Philo's betrayal, Cardinal Hummels' informant plan has faced some doubts and pressure within the Church. This pressure has also been reflected in Christant from Cardinal Hummels. Christant now urgently needs to achieve something to alleviate the pressure on him and give an explanation to the Church's higher-ups. Therefore, he is very likely to do something outrageous. So Connor is prepared and careful."

Having silently memorized what Varga had said, Varga nodded to Margaret and said, "I'll pass on the message to him, Margaret. Is there anything else you want to tell Connor?"

"That's all the information we have for now regarding Connor and the others!" Margaret nodded slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face. After a few seconds of hesitation, under Varga's questioning gaze, she whispered, "In Frosinone, several villages to the west have recently experienced unexplained disappearances. It's now confirmed that this is related to wizards. They handled it very cleanly, leaving no trace whatsoever. It's clearly the work of an experienced veteran. Currently, the arbitrators from the Church of Storms and several wizards from the Church of the Earth God are jointly investigating this matter!"

When Margaret appeared to want to tell Connor about the "disappearance of villagers," something that seemed completely unrelated to him, Varga, who was puzzled but impressed, looked at Margaret with some surprise.

Margaret wasn't surprised by Varga's expression. She gritted her teeth and explained to Varga softly, "Although I don't have evidence yet, I suspect this matter is related to the Secret Society. I've been investigating the Secret Society for a long time and am very familiar with their methods. I personally inspected the villages west of Frosinone where villagers have gone missing; there wasn't a single trace. They did it so cleanly, just like the Secret Society's style!"

"Furthermore, quite some time has passed since Reyes clashed with McKenny, a third-level wizard of the Earth God Cult. To this day, the Church has not only failed to catch a glimpse of Reyes, but even his close associates, such as Bispin and Southgate, have not been captured. It's conceivable that Reyes was prepared for this incident before his confrontation with McKenny, allowing his men to withdraw in batches with great ease!"

"And given how sensitive Frosinone is, I wonder if it's possible that some of Reyes's cronies have retreated there!"

Upon hearing Margaret's analysis, Varga, like Connor and also a member of the Secret Society, immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. A serious look appeared in her eyes, and she nodded to Margaret, saying, "Understood! I will convey your words to Connor!"

Having received Varga's reply, Margaret glanced at her watch, noticing the minute hand pointing past eleven. A hint of helplessness flickered in her eyes. She then stood up and said to Varga, "That's enough for today. See you at the Carragher Theatre at the same time a week from now!"

Thank you!

Seeing that Margaret was about to leave, Varga naturally thanked her:

Although Varga was expressing her gratitude, the "thank you" carried a different meaning in Margaret's ears. Recalling Varga's earlier provocation, Margaret felt a surge of annoyance. However, since Varga was thanking her, she couldn't show it, so she waved her hand slightly and said calmly, "No need! It's just for Connor!"

Having finished speaking, Margaret, seemingly in a hurry, didn't wait for Varga's reaction and walked straight out of the private room, leaving Varga alone in the room with a rather unpleasant expression. It took Varga a full few seconds for the jealous girl to regain her composure, and she muttered under her breath in the direction Margaret had gone, "Bitch!"

Only after uttering the word "bitch" did Varga's mood truly ease. She took out a one-pound note from her wallet, threw it on the coffee table, and drifted away.

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In the study on the third floor of a residential building in the Arcadian neighborhood of Frosinone.

Bispin, a burly white man, was having a heated argument with an elderly man with a rough face who looked like an engineer.

"Southgate, do you know what you're doing? At this crucial moment, you're capturing those villagers? Are you trying to lure the Storm Church here?" Bispin angrily questioned the old man before him.

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In response to Bispin's accusations, the old man, whom Bispin called "Southgate," adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and retorted with a cold laugh, "Bispin, when did you become such a coward?"

"And don't think I'm as brainless as you! I only arrested four people in total, all randomly at different locations and times. These are just ordinary people who are completely useless and only live mediocre lives. No one will even notice if a few of them die. And even if the Storm Church discovers that these people are missing, so what? I've already taken care of everything. I won't leave any trace!" By the end, Southgate seemed very confident in his methods, and his tone became extremely certain.