Wizard Earl

After confirming that there was indeed nothing written on the letter, Varga focused her attention on the letter itself, carefully examining it. Finding nothing, Varga said in confusion:

"Connor, what's going on?"

Upon hearing Varga's question, Connor's face showed a bitter expression, and he shook his head helplessly, saying, "I don't know what happened either. The only thing I'm sure of is that this piece of paper is just an ordinary letter, and it hasn't undergone any alchemical processes..."

Varga's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion upon hearing this, and she subconsciously murmured, "What does the professor mean by that?"

"I don't understand either... Or perhaps my teacher just wanted to use this jade box to give me a warning!" Connor said indifferently.

"Valga, how many more days will it take me to recover?" After a moment of contemplation, Connor asked earnestly.

In response to Connor's question, Varga rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "You want to go out and fight again?"

"No! I want to leave, to leave Frosinone." Under Varga's gaze, Connor remained silent for a moment, then said softly:

Connor's answer startled Varga. She hesitated for a moment, then softly asked Connor, "Could you tell me why?"

"To be honest, I don't know why. Maybe I'm scared. Besides, my injuries are so severe. Even if I stay here in Frosinone, what can I do?" Connor's expression was calm as he said this, but his tone revealed a deep sense of desolation.

Since breaking through to become a Level One Wizard, Connor had been quite confident, believing that as a formal wizard, he could transform from a pawn manipulated by others into a player. However, everything he experienced after arriving in Frosinone made Connor deeply realize that things weren't as simple as he thought. Even with the strong support of his two confidantes, Varga and Margaret, all he could do was struggle to survive in the power struggles between various factions, which had already left Connor somewhat exhausted, both physically and mentally…

When he first arrived in Frosinone, Connor knew that he would have a hard time dealing with Reyes on his own. He wanted to use the power of Reyes' natural enemy, the Royal Faction, to counterbalance Reyes. However, when faced with Reyes, the Royal Faction only wanted to stay out of it. Then he wanted to use the power of the Storm Church to deal with Reyes.

However, the Storm Church disappointed Connor even more than the Royal Faction. These useless people had allowed Reyes to plant so many spies in their ranks. It was one thing if they were incompetent, but what nearly drove Connor to despair was that even in this state, they were all thinking about how to fight amongst themselves and how to kill their rivals. It seemed that Professor Reyes of the Secret Society was just a dispensable minor character!

The ordeal in the underground palace in the Navas Forest and the attack by Diego Lopez, which kept him constantly on the brink of death, were the final straw that broke the camel's back, causing Connor to feel a strong urge to retire.

Seeing that Connor, who was always ambitious and driven, was showing helplessness and depression, Varga felt sorry for him and gently leaned into his arms. The two of them stayed like that for a while in quiet tenderness.

After a moment, seeing that Connor was in a better mood, Varga asked in a low voice, "What will happen to the Ferguson family if we leave?"

"Let them elect an Earl of Ferguson themselves. After all, the Ferguson family is a hereditary earldom, and they still wield considerable influence among the hereditary nobility. The Storm Church will have some reservations and won't do much to them. As for Reyes, probably not... Perhaps I shouldn't have returned to Frosinone!" Connor stroked Varga's hair, sighed deeply, and murmured:

"Connor, don't say that, you've already done your best!" Varga comforted Connor.

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"This is interesting..."

In a secluded wooden cabin not far from Mensaka Manor, Elena, having overheard Margaret and Connor's conversation, whispered with a half-smile:

Seeing Elena's attitude, Margaret sighed and said softly, "To be honest, after what happened, I'm not so sure whether Reyes really wanted to harm Connor."

"Don't overthink it. Reyes is a professor at the Secret Society, a man who has turned the Storm Church upside down. If you could easily guess what he's thinking, then Margaret, you'd be truly amazing!" Seeing that Margaret was a bit off, Elena comforted her.

"Sister Elena, what are you thinking now?" After listening to Elena's comforting words, Margaret pondered for a moment and asked again:

"What I think isn't important; what matters is what others think!" Looking at Margaret, Elena said meaningfully.

Upon hearing Elena's words, Margaret's heart tightened. She tentatively asked, "Someone wants to do something to Connor?"

In response to Margaret's question, Elena did not give a direct answer, but instead said calmly, "Reyes has many vested interests in the wizarding world. For every friend and supporter he has, there is just as many people who want to get rid of him..."

"Of course, he's fine on his own. After all, he's a top-tier second-level wizard. Even if he encounters a third-level wizard, he can leave with ease. These enemies can't do anything to Reyes, but they can deal with the people around him. After all, these people don't have Reyes's abilities. As a professor at the Secret Society, Reyes has spent his whole life either launching conspiracies or on the road to creating conspiracies. Where would he find the energy to take care of the people around him?"

"So, in order to protect those around him from harm, Reyes had to find a way to safeguard them. For example, he might make this person his adversary, so that his enemies wouldn't bother this person because of Reyes. By the time everyone realized what was happening, it would be too late; that person would already possess considerable strength and be difficult to deal with!"

After Elena finished speaking, Margaret's expression grew increasingly grim. It was clear that Elena was referring to Connor Ferguson. Before, she could defend Connor, but now she didn't know what to say.