Wizard Earl

"This place is quite nice!" Connor nodded, approving of Firo's choice. Then, changing the subject, he pointed to the terrain in front of them and asked Firo, "Firo, how confident are you in luring Milik here?"

Faced with Connor's question, the previously confident Philo became somewhat hesitant. Under Connor's gaze, he hesitated for a moment before carefully choosing his words and asking, "Connor, how long do you need to set up the array here?"

"The type of formation I set up depends on how much time you buy me. The longer you can buy me, the stronger and more concealed the formation will be, so that Milik won't find it. Conversely, a hastily set-up formation will not only be ineffective, but it may also be discovered by Milik in advance, alerting him!" Connor said calmly, and after giving a brief explanation, he passed the buck back to Philo.

Philo seemed to agree with Connor's explanation. He didn't refute it, but pondered for a moment before asking Connor, "Connor, if you had one day, what kind of formation could you set up?"

Upon hearing the word "one day" from Firo, Connor's eyes flashed with a fleeting glint of light. He then said to Firo, "A formation set up in one day poses little threat to Milik's life, but it's absolutely impossible for him to escape easily from it!"

As soon as Connor finished speaking, a smile appeared on Philo's face. He was clearly satisfied with Connor's answer, and without much hesitation, he decided, "Then it'll be one day!"

Having made his decision, Philo didn't linger there any longer and immediately set off for other parts of the Navas Forest, using himself as bait to buy time for Connor to set up the formation.

Watching Philo's disappearing figure, a glint of light flashed in Connor's eyes, which was not easily noticed by others. Then he turned around and began his work.

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While Firo and Connor were making their decision, Milik was also in the Navas Forest, tracking Firo's whereabouts. At this moment, a small bird, about the size of a fist, pure white with not a single stray feather and with very lively blue eyes, appeared on his shoulder. The bird was not idle; it seemed to be sniffing out something in the air and guiding Milik in a certain direction.

Guided by the little bird, Milik walked for a while, observed the surrounding environment, and realized that although he had been flying non-stop for the past few hours, he had not left this area. He immediately realized something, and then flipped his hand to take out a map from his spatial ring and began to observe his current location according to the markings on the map.

"Heh, so you've finally discovered something now? Filo, you bastard, you're really stupid!" After confirming his location in the forest, Milik put the map back into his spatial ring and muttered to himself:

After speaking, Milik looked around again, then hesitated for a moment before taking out a potion bottle from his spatial ring. He then poured out a small pill, only a quarter the size of a fingernail, bright red like blood, with a faint fragrance.

With the appearance of the bright red pill, the adorable, snow-white bird perched on Milik's shoulder instantly became excited. Its azure eyes were fixed on the pill in Milik's hand, filled with longing. It would occasionally peck gently at Milik's neck, as if urging him to quickly feed it the bright red pill.

Seeing the little bird's eagerness for the pill, Milik smiled slightly and then brought the pill to the bird's beak. The bird was overjoyed and swallowed the pill in one gulp. It then closed its eyes in great enjoyment. A few seconds later, a faint energy fluctuation emanated from the bird's body, indicating that the pill Milik had given it had been quite helpful.

Gently stroking the little white bird, Milik whispered to it, "Snowbird, snowbird, you little thing, I've fed you this blood capsule too, you must help me find that damned bastard Filo quickly!"

This little white bird, which Milik called "Snowbird," seemed to be highly intelligent. It was digesting the effects of the blood capsule with its eyes closed. After hearing what Milik said to it, it seemed to understand what Milik wanted to express. It shook its snow-white little head and nodded seriously. Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on Milik's fierce face, and he couldn't help but stroke the snowbird's smooth feathers a few more times.

After nodding, the adorable little bird continued to digest the effects of the blood capsule that Milik had given it. Milik did not urge it at all, patiently waiting for the snowbird to finish digesting the effects of the medicine. After a full ten minutes, the snowbird finally opened its little eyes, and with a slight flap of its snow-white wings, it pointed to the due north direction.

Upon receiving this guidance, Milik was overjoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, he flashed his Storm Church robes and flew due north. Milik's flying speed was also very fast. With the snowbird's precise guidance, he avoided many detours and in less than half an hour, he used his mental power to sense Philo ahead.

Upon discovering Filo's whereabouts, Milik did not immediately give chase. Instead, he carefully placed the snowbird perched on his shoulder into a small cloth bag. After ensuring the snowbird's safety, a cruel smile appeared on Milik's face. Then, in a flash, he rushed towards Filo, who was chasing after him in the distance.

At this moment, Philo, who was sent out as bait to buy time for Connor, naturally noticed Milik chasing closely behind. Having already experienced Milik's prowess, he instantly felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be negligent. He also flew away with all his might. Since he had promised Connor that he would buy him a day to set up the formation, he would do his best to do so within his capabilities.

However, one day can be delayed by running away, and one can endure the fight. But for Philo, who now has Connor as a trump card, he will not choose to face Milick alone unless absolutely necessary.