Wizard Earl

Chapter 125 Smuggling

Hearing Margaret's words, Connor smiled and said, "I never regret what I do, but... I hope you won't make me change this principle in the future."

"Hmph!" Margaret snorted and rolled her eyes at Connor before drinking the potion Connor offered without hesitation.

Connor shook his head slightly, secretly using the Abyss Secret Technique to calm his restlessness, and turned back to focus on his current work as a stable boy. To be honest, Margaret's beauty was truly tempting; even a simple eye roll could evoke a sense of charm and allure.

Connor was well aware that Margaret was still deeply wary of him; the fact that she hadn't drunk the potion he gave her but had instead played with it in her hand was the best proof of that... However, Connor had already thought of this, so he naturally didn't do anything to the potion.

After drinking the potion Connor gave her, Margaret took out some bottles and jars from her spatial ring, mixed the contents of these bottles and jars together and swallowed them. Then she put the bottles and jars back into her spatial ring and began to meditate to recover.

Although Connor didn't recognize what Margaret had concocted, it seemed to be quite effective. After eating it, Margaret, who had been weak, seemed to have recovered considerably.

"Your potion is of excellent quality!" After meditating for a full hour, Margaret slowly finished her meditation and praised Connor with a smile:

"It's alright!" Connor muttered deliberately, shrugging. The potions he was currently using were the ones Valga had given him last time.

"No wonder you didn't want my mana-gathering potion..." Margaret gently brushed the strands of hair that fell across her forehead, speaking meaningfully:

Hearing Margaret say this, Connor narrowed his eyes and chimed in, wondering what Margaret meant by this.

Fortunately, seeing that Connor remained silent, Margaret didn't press the matter further. Instead, she changed the subject, asking Connor, "What are your plans for the next step?"

Margaret stopped asking about the potion, and Connor's brow relaxed. After a moment's thought, he said, "I'm heading to another dock on San Jose Island now, hoping that we can board the cruise ship back to Rune tonight."

Margaret pondered Connor's idea for a moment, nodded, said nothing more, and continued meditating.

Seeing this, Connor was completely relieved. It seemed that Margaret was very sensible. She knew that Connor hadn't mentioned the Snake Eyes' spatial ring to her, and she didn't ask any questions. This was tacitly acknowledging that the Snake Eyes' spatial ring belonged to Connor. This was actually Connor's bottom line. He could refrain from tampering with Margaret, but after paying such a heavy price, how could Connor let it go without compensation?

About half an hour later, Connor, driving the carriage, brought Margaret to Getafe Port, the second largest port on San Jose Island. As soon as they appeared nearby, Connor looked at the prosperous scene of Getafe and for some reason sensed a hint of danger in his heart. Before he could say anything, Margaret beside him whispered, "Let's go!"

They hurriedly arrived at a secluded spot in the woods outside Getafe Port. Margaret immediately said, "Getafe Port is probably teeming with people from the church and the police force right now. This is their usual tactic—a relaxed exterior but a tight security system. On the surface, nothing seems amiss, but if you and I show up, we'll be discovered!"

Hearing Margaret, a "professional" from the Church of Storms, say this, Connor's heart sank. The reason he was so eager to leave San Jose Island was simple: he and Margaret were on the verge of death in the battle with Snake Eyes, and they would definitely be caught in the crossfire of the battle, causing quite a commotion.

In addition, when Snake Eyes exploded, he left behind a scene of corroding snake venom. It took Connor a lot of effort to walk out of it. Even if he wanted to clean up the scene, it would be impossible.

That's why he planned to leave San Jose Island quickly, but it seems he was still a step too late. The church and the police department beat them to it and blocked the only way out of San Jose Island—the port!

"Margaret, you're a member of the church. Think about whether there's any way you can leave?" Now that it concerns the Church of Storms, Connor still wanted to seek the advice of "Church of Storms professionals."

When Connor asked her, Margaret didn't hesitate at all and gave her opinion: "Smuggling!"

"Smuggling?" Connor asked in a low voice, somewhat surprised by Margaret's answer. He had asked Margaret hoping she could pull some strings to let them both out, since they were both members of the Church of Storms, or perhaps find a loophole in the blockade. But he never expected her answer to be "smuggling!"

“That’s right! Smuggling!” Margaret nodded and continued to explain, “I’ve participated in many of these kinds of search operations. These kinds of activities are very meticulous and thorough, with very few flaws or loopholes for you to exploit. And as far as I know, the police stationed on San Jose Island has two intermediate wizard apprentices, while the church has one advanced wizard apprentice.”

"The commotion we caused with Snake Eyes is so great that even if the church and police on San Jose Island wanted to turn a blind eye or try to smooth things over, they couldn't. They have no choice but to search for us with all their might, otherwise their superiors will not let them off the hook. It is extremely dangerous for us to leave San Jose Island through official channels!"

"However, it's a completely different story when it comes to smuggling. San Jose Island is surrounded by the sea, and its long coastline is dotted with many excellent natural bays suitable for building harbors. Although the authorities have selected a few of the best locations to build harbors, there are still many bays where ships can dock. Therefore, due to this geographical environment, despite the police department's repeated crackdowns and crackdowns on smuggling and illegal immigration on San Jose Island, it has still reached a certain scale!"

"I've seen in internal church documents that there are conservatively estimated to be a thousand people involved in smuggling and human trafficking on San Jose Island. They cause the Imperial treasury on San Jose Island to lose at least 80,000 to 100,000 gold pounds every year. With such a large-scale human trafficking industry, taking the two of us out quietly is a trivial matter!"

(End of this chapter)