Wizard Earl

Although Connor didn't show his pain, Margaret outside probably sensed Connor's dire situation, so she didn't keep him waiting too long...

"I'm about to activate the alchemical bomb, Connor, be careful!" After setting up the alchemical bomb on the stone steps, Margaret warned Connor telepathically through her black gemstone ring.

"Um!"

Connor, who was already struggling to speak due to the throbbing pain in his head, could only manage to squeeze out a single word to signal Margaret to get ready.

Having received Connor's response, Margaret did not hesitate at all and activated the alchemical bomb with a thought.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the depths of the Navas Forest. The altar that had blocked Connor's return to the surface was instantly shattered. And because it was an external explosion, although the shockwave reached the underground passage below, it didn't cause significant damage.

Seeing that the altar had already exploded and Connor hadn't yet emerged from it, Margaret frowned slightly, immediately realizing that Connor's condition might be dire. Ignoring the fact that the shockwave from the alchemical bomb's explosion hadn't completely dissipated, she rushed towards Connor.

Connor, already struggling to stay afloat, felt Margaret drawing ever closer and finally collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer. In his final moments, Connor could only vaguely hear Margaret flying to his side, anxiously calling his name…

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Frosinone, at noon.

In a residential building in the Arcadian community, a young man dressed in a restaurant waiter's uniform carried a large lunchbox to the third floor. Looking at room 301 on the right and room 302 on the left, he seemed a little unsure who he was delivering the food to. Then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it, and then knocked on the door of room 301 on the left with great certainty.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The knocking immediately drew the attention of Bispin and Southgate in room 301. They exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads, indicating they hadn't ordered anything. As first-level wizards, Bispin and Southgate had already detected the waiter's presence with their spiritual energy before he even entered the building. However, upon discovering that the young man was just an ordinary person, neither of them paid him any attention.

It's the same thing.

As the saying goes, "the most dangerous place is the safest place." In order to better conceal their identities and hide in Frosinone, Bispin and Southgate, after discussing it, did not choose any deserted wilderness, but instead chose a residential building in the bustling city of Frosinone, right under the nose of the Church of Storms.

In order to avoid arousing suspicion from the Church of Storms, Bispin and Southgate did not rent out the rooms around their room 301. Instead, they allowed ordinary people to continue living in these rooms as a cover.

Across from Bisping and Southgate's room 301, in room 302, lived a family of three. Because the man of the family worked in management at a bank and earned a good income, the family often ate at restaurants or ordered food from them. Every one or two days, different restaurant waiters would deliver their meals.

It was lunchtime, and the man in room 302 had gone to work, leaving only a mother and child in the opposite room. So it was perfectly normal for them to order lunch and have it delivered by the waiter.

Therefore, when the waiter appeared in the hallway carrying a lunchbox, Bisping and Southgate, although they noticed him, did not take it seriously, assuming it was just a routine delivery to room 302. They had no idea that the waiter would actually knock on their room 301's door.

Just as Bisping and Southgate were exchanging ideas, the waiter outside the door, carrying a large lunchbox, seemed to be getting impatient after knocking for a while without anyone answering. He not only knocked harder but also asked, "Is anyone home? I'm a waiter from Smith's Restaurant, here to deliver your meal!"

Upon hearing the waiter introduce himself, Bispin's eyes flashed coldly. He spoke in a low voice through the door, "I didn't order anything. You must have mistaken the room number. The order came from room 302 next door!"

Hearing the voices coming from inside the room, the young man who identified himself as a waiter at Smith's Restaurant paused for a moment, then took out the paper from his pocket again. While looking at the paper, he asked through the door again, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Panshelov's home? He paid his bill at Smith's Restaurant two hours ago and asked us to bring his lunch over at this time..."

The moment the name Panshelov was uttered, both Bispin and Southgate in the room turned serious. This room, number 301, was purchased by Bispin under an alias, and Bispin's current alias was Panshelov! In other words, the young man who called himself a waiter hadn't delivered the wrong meal; the lunchbox he was carrying was for Bispin!

But neither Bisping nor Southgate ordered food from Smith's Restaurant, so who ordered and delivered this lunch from Smith's Restaurant?

Just as the atmosphere in the room was getting tense, Southgate gave Bispin a look. Bispin hesitated slightly, then pointed at the door. The lock on the door clicked open automatically, and the previously tightly closed door opened a crack.

"I remember now, this is my order. Please come in and put my lunch on the table!" After opening the door, Bispin continued in a low voice, instructing the young waiter:

Although he sensed something was amiss, perhaps out of youthful fearlessness, the young waiter from Smith's restaurant didn't think much of it and, as Bispin had instructed, pushed open the door, carrying a large lunchbox, and entered room 301...