Wizard Earl

Chapter 182 The Strange Letter

"Young Master Connor, we have documented the situation here. Our Metropolitan Police Department will do everything in our power to solve the case as quickly as possible!" After investigating the scene and inventorying the stolen assets, Inspector Rodri solemnly promised Connor, "We've been busy until late at night."

Inspector Rodri, though a bit shrewd, had been with the Metropolitan Police Department for decades and was quite capable. He was meticulous in his work and naturally discovered various suspicious points.

"I hope so!" Connor muttered, feigning impatience.

After exchanging a few more polite words with Connor, Rodri left with his team, still puzzled. Watching them disappear, Connor sneered. He had no intention of having these people solve the case for him; they were just putting on a show.

It was getting late, and the apartment was in such a state that it was completely uninhabitable. Connor thought for a moment and then walked towards a hotel on the next street. He would be renovating the apartment starting tomorrow, and he would probably be staying at the hotel for the next few days.

Connor checked into a hotel called Villarreal Hotel, a very famous four-star hotel in Loen. It is the first choice for many foreign tourists, businessmen, and nobles who come to Loen. Connor booked a room for a week and checked in.

Originally, Connor planned to experiment on how to perfectly forge the Castia Staff at this time, but with this incident, it was impossible to conduct the experiment in a crowded and conspicuous place like the hotel. This indirectly gave Connor some free time.

Lying in bed, Connor didn't think too much. As the saying goes, when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. This person in the shadows obviously had something to worry about, otherwise they would have captured him alive instead of just searching his apartment. Besides, if things really came to a head, he wasn't without options. Reyes had told him that if he encountered any trouble he couldn't handle, he could put the letter in the mailbox at his villa!

Connor had great faith in his mentor's abilities; Reyes was a man who could manipulate the Church of Storms with ease!

After resting overnight at the hotel, Connor left early the next morning. Like a nobleman whose home had been robbed, he went to the labor market to find a renovation company to renovate his apartment. During this process, Connor secretly remained vigilant about the people around him. He knew his apartment very well; it only contained daily necessities. Anything of real value was stored in his spatial ring, which he carried with him at all times. Therefore, if the person hiding in the shadows found nothing in his apartment, they must be planning something else.

To Connor's disappointment, he deliberately spent the entire day wandering around the crowded labor market without encountering anything suspicious. However, when he returned to the hotel, he discovered that someone had been in his room. Squinting, Connor cautiously entered the room.

As soon as Connor entered, his gaze fell on the guest table, where a bulging letter lay quietly.

After examining the letter from a distance, Connor didn't touch it first. Instead, he began to check the rest of the room. Just as Connor expected, the person who had broken into his room was playing a trick on him. While the letter was placed in the open to distract Connor and lull him into a false sense of security, the person in the shadows had placed a small metal bead in a very hidden place in his room.

After discovering the first small metal bead, Connor did not give up the investigation and carefully searched the entire guest room for a full ten minutes. In addition to the first small metal bead, Connor also found three other small beads in the room.

Looking at the four small metal beads, Connor didn't know what they were, but his alchemical knowledge told him that if he didn't notice them and went straight to read the letter on the guest table, the four small metal beads would explode with a "bang!"

According to the auxiliary chip's estimation of the four small metal orbs, their explosive power would be enough to blow the guest room into the sky. Even with Connor's strength, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed if caught off guard.

Connor's gaze swept over the four small metal beads, and his eyes turned cold. His principle had always been: whoever wanted him dead, he would kill first! So it seemed he needed to find this person in the shadows as soon as possible and kill him without hesitation!

Now that these four small beads have been discovered, dealing with them is not difficult for Connor, the alchemist. These four small beads are actually sensors, and they can be easily blocked. A minute later, Connor carefully placed the four blocked metal beads into a sealed small round bottle and then put it into his spatial ring.

These four small metal beads are ingeniously designed and can evade the detection of mental energy. Connor spent a lot of effort examining them to find these powerful gadgets. For an alchemist, Connor's next task is to examine these gadgets and see if he can find any valuable clues from them!

After doing all this, Connor refocused his attention on the bulging letter on the guest table. Given the presence of these small metal cylinders as a form of sabotage, it took Connor five minutes to confirm that there was nothing wrong with the letter. The reason it was bulging was simply because it contained thirty ten-pound notes!

Connor opened the letter, took out the banknotes, and then took out the letter paper.

"Good evening, Wizard Connor Ferguson. I think you don't mind me calling you that. The fact that you were able to open this letter means that you have inherited your family's legacy, become a wizard, developed your spiritual power, and discovered my little orbs."

"First of all, I think I should apologize to you for ordering my men to break into your apartment without your permission and damaging some things in your home during our visit. This is obviously wrong for a guest, so I am enclosing three hundred gold pounds in this letter in the hope of making up for your losses."

"Don't worry about who I am or what I want, because I'll be here soon to meet with you, Mr. Connor, and we'll discuss things in detail. I look forward to that day! Long live the truth!"

Looking at the contents of the letter, Connor was genuinely surprised. It was completely different from what he had expected. He had initially thought the problem lay with his secret society, but now it seemed the issue stemmed from the Ferguson family…

(End of this chapter)