Wizard Earl

Chapter 179 The Final Trap

"Edel is the captain of the Arbitrators of the Church of Rune, and he is the superior of all the Arbitrators. I have been his subordinate since I joined the Arbitrators. However, there are too many Arbitrators under him, and I, as a junior apprentice, am not even ranked. But overall, Edel has been quite considerate to me."

"In the last battle against the black wizards, the Church lost too many people in Rune, and Edel, as the commander of the Arbitrators, suffered particularly heavy losses. But this was an opportunity for me. After becoming the new bishop, in order to quickly restore the Church's strength in Rune, Edel secretly distributed a batch of cultivation resources to us wizards who were on the verge of breaking through but had hope of breaking through."

"And as an arbitrator who had been stuck at the peak of the junior apprentice level for many years, I naturally became a beneficiary of the Edel Project!" As he said this, a faint smile appeared on Walker's face as he was lost in his memories in the crystal ball. He was clearly very happy about this.

"With the help of the resources bestowed by the church, I successfully became an intermediate wizard apprentice. Edel also personally received me. In addition to saying some words of encouragement, he also hinted that I should do something for him. If this matter was accomplished, I could become his confidant, and all the cultivation resources under his control would be open to me."

"And this is what happened: Edel sent someone to secretly investigate Margaret, implying that Margaret was colluding with dark wizards!"

"Margaret is a smart woman. Her position in the church is very special. Although Edel didn't tell me why he asked me to investigate Margaret instead of someone else, I can guess that it's because most of his original confidants died in the last battle. Margaret knows the rest of them, while I am a stranger, and I have considerable strength and intelligence!" Walker's tone became somewhat bitter as he said this, as if he was lamenting that what he thought would be his chance to rise to the top had instead led him to his current predicament.

"I myself am one of Margaret's admirers. I don't think any man could resist her charm. In the process of investigating her, I found no evidence other than some guesses and some unsubstantiated rumors. But I was not willing to give up like this. And just at this time, a man named Asamoah found me. He told me that he had an important secret about Margaret, and he demanded five hundred gold pounds as a reward for this secret!"

"At first, I didn't believe this man, but he provided me with evidence that a very close person to Margaret was his uncle, so I started to believe him. After some negotiation, I paid one hundred gold pounds as a deposit. Then, this Asamoaralrun saw that we had reached an agreement, and you know the rest. Now, keep your promise and give me a quick death, Dark Wizard!"

Having said all this, Walker closed his eyes, awaiting Connor's decision to end his life...

After listening carefully to Walker's account, Connor stroked his chin, then nodded slightly and said, "You were quite honest, but..."

At this point, Connor revealed a strange smile. He said calmly, "I've decided to let you fend for yourself. After all, killing you might taint me with your church's curse—that's a real pain!"

Upon hearing Connor's "however," Walker's eyes, which had been closed, snapped open again. This time, his gaze was filled with the venom of someone whose scheme had been exposed. He stared intently at Connor and said, "Dark wizard, you and that bitch Margaret, the Church will never let you get away with this! I will be waiting in the embrace of the goddess... Ah!..."

Before Walker could finish his last words, Connor used another little trick on him, causing him to wail miserably inside the crystal ball.

Connor placed the crystal ball containing Walker's soul back into his spatial ring and began to ponder where he should put it. Should he put it in the sewers, in the Storm Ocean, or in that rat hole?

Hmm! This is truly a 'difficult' choice! Connor thought to himself:

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In late autumn in Rue, a cool breeze was blowing. A square-faced young man wearing a trench coat and a baseball cap was strolling along St. Christo Street.

The square-faced young man casually strolled around the street before slowly knocking on the door of the Mönchengladbach Clubhouse at No. 31 Cristo Avenue.

Having successfully passed the interrogation at the door and the reflection of the Realm of Truth, the square-faced young man, now wearing a mask, entered the gathering hall.

"There are quite a few people!"

Connor glanced around discreetly, thinking to himself: That's right! The square-faced young man is now his latest disguise. The Luen Evening News a few days ago let Connor know that the Mönchengladbach Club had secretly held another meeting.

Connor was somewhat surprised to hear the news, after all, the storm in Rune had not been over for long, and according to his estimate, the Mönchengladbach Club might not reopen for several more months.

Despite the unexpected outcome, Connor was still delighted with the result. In the process of studying alchemy, he had created some enchanted items as experiments, but unfortunately, these enchanted items were not suitable for him for various reasons, so they had been stored in Connor's spatial ring.

The emergence of the Borussia Mönchengladbach Club allows Connor to exchange these idle enchanted items for gold pounds and alchemy materials through this channel.

As for the twenty-odd wizards in front of him who were wearing masks just like him, they were the second surprise that the Mönchengladbach Club had given Connor. Before coming to the Mönchengladbach Club, Connor was a little apprehensive. He didn't know how many members the Mönchengladbach Club could still gather for the party after the last storm in Rune.

Connor glanced at the man wearing the phoenix mask who had been sitting quietly in the main seat, and couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this mysterious Mr. Mustafa. This admiration wasn't just for his formal wizarding skills, but more so for his charisma.

There's about half an hour left before the reopening of the Mönchengladbach Club. More than twenty wizards have already gathered. Once it officially starts, thirty people will definitely be enough, and forty is not impossible. Although this is still far from the peak state of the Mönchengladbach Club before the storm, it's truly terrifying that so many people have gathered with just a message in the current unstable environment!

(End of this chapter)