Wizard Earl

Chapter 175 Reversal

"You son of a bitch! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Mr. Asamoah, who wore an eyepatch, was muttering curses under his breath.

As if to antagonize him, the more he cursed, the slower the ship's navigation system became. Just as the one-eyed Asamoah's patience was about to run out, a faint voice reached his ear: "Asamoah?"

Hearing someone call his name, Asamoah, the one-eyed dragon, felt his hair stand on end. Although he was not a wizard, he was still a great knight. Years of knightly training had made him extremely sensitive to changes in his surroundings. Yet now, someone had come to his side so silently that he had not noticed them at all if they hadn't spoken.

"I am Asamoah, and you are...?" Asamoah turned around, looking warily at the tall man in a black cloak who had quietly approached him.

"Very good!" Seeing that the one-eyed man before him had admitted to being an Asamoah, Connor nodded in satisfaction. Initially, his mental abilities had only told him that there was a one-eyed man who resembled the Asamoah in the portrait Margaret had given him. However, upon closer inspection, Connor discovered subtle differences between this one-eyed man and the Asamoah in the portrait. For example, the Asamoah in the portrait was white, while this one-eyed man had brown skin…

"Who exactly are you?" Mr. Asamoah was getting impatient with Connor's lack of response and reached for his eye patch with one hand.

"Who I am is unimportant; what matters is that I'm responsible for sending you on your way today!" With a thought, Connor unleashed three mental shocks in quick succession, saying calmly:

Upon hearing Connor's words, Asamoah was immediately terrified. He tried to react, but he couldn't do anything at all. He was knocked unconscious by Connor's mental shock and fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this result, Connor's eyes, hidden beneath the black cloak, revealed a hint of disappointment. His silver pendant had only been completed yesterday, and he hadn't even had a chance to test its power before coming here to hunt. He had originally hoped that these two prey would give him some fun, but now it seemed that this hope could only be placed on Mr. Walker, the arbitrator of the Church of Storms.

With a single swipe, Connor brought down the one-eyed Asamoah, who had fallen to the ground. A ball of light appeared in his hand and flew into his palm. Connor reluctantly nodded at the ball of light. He was quite interested in Asamoah, a product of biological enhancement, but Margaret wanted him dead now, and having accepted her favor, Connor could only help her fulfill her wish. Fortunately, the ball of light contained Asamoah's soul. After everything was over, he could return to his apartment and collect souls, and he estimated he would gain something from it!

Connor carefully placed Asamoah's soul into a small bottle, then used a fireball to reduce Asamoah's body to ashes. However, after doing all this, Connor seemed to sense something in his mind, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

A young man, exuding the aura of a novice wizard, was rapidly approaching...

Sensing the energy fluctuations that were getting closer and closer, Connor smiled and shook his head. This arbitrator, Mr. Walker, really is someone who chooses the path to hell when there is one!

Three seconds later, a burly, imposing young man appeared before Connor. Upon seeing Connor's smiling face, the young man's imposing features froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and asked Connor in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"You're Walker, the church's arbitrator, aren't you?" Instead of directly answering the young man's question, Connor asked with a friendly smile:

Upon hearing Connor's question, the young man's eyes narrowed, and a small, light blue hammer engraved with storm runes immediately appeared in his hand. It seemed to be the very hammer that Margaret had mentioned to Connor—the Storm Hammer!

"That's right! I am Walker. Who are you?" Gripping his Storm Hammer tightly, Walker asked in a cold voice:

Seeing the young church arbitrator so nervous, Connor chuckled wryly. He shook his head and replied calmly, "I have many identities, but at this time, in this place, I am merely the hunter, and you are my prey..."

"boom!"

Before Connor could finish speaking, Walker's Storm Hammer slammed down towards Connor's head, but Connor's...

With more experience, he had already anticipated Walker's sneak attack, and the Saint Laurent Ring suddenly released a purple light shield, blocking the Storm Hammer.

"Sneak attacks aren't a good habit!" Under the protection of the purple light shield, Connor wagged his finger at Walker with a hint of mockery.

Faced with Connor's provocation, the young church arbitrator Walker was not particularly angry. He gave a cold laugh, his right hand gesturing as he struck the Storm Hammer on the purple light shield, while he began to chant softly.

"Buzz!"

Under Walker's spell, Storm Hammer hummed and suddenly tripled in size, its energy fluctuations amplifying several times over. Sensing this, Connor's smile vanished. Staring at Walker's rugged face, he said, enunciating each word clearly, "You're not a beginner apprentice, you're an intermediate apprentice!"

"You just found out?" This time, Walker's voice carried a hint of mockery. He glanced at Connor and said, "I never expected Miss Margaret to actually be colluding with a dark wizard like you. Once I get my hands on you, Miss Margaret will definitely be with me!"

Seeing the faint look of longing in Walker's eyes, Connor was speechless. So this Walker was one of Margaret's admirers. But that was normal. Having been in this world and mingling in high society for so long, he had seen countless beautiful women, but Connor had never seen a woman more beautiful than Margaret. The only one who could compare to her was Miss Audrey, whom he had met by chance on the cruise ship that night.

A beautiful woman is the object of a gentleman's affections, so it's perfectly understandable that Walker would be attracted to that enchantress, Margaret! If he weren't so resolute, he might have been completely bewitched by Margaret himself.

Although Walker didn't say it explicitly, Connor could guess why he said that if he took him, Margaret would be with her. He was just trying to threaten Margaret with the charge of colluding with him, a dark wizard!

(End of this chapter)