Wizard Earl

Chapter 186 Connor Ferguson Takes the Initiative (Please Subscribe)

"You made these yourself?" Margaret glanced at the crystal earrings on Connor's hand and asked softly.

Connor nodded awkwardly.

Seeing Connor nod, Margaret's expression softened considerably. She took the crystal earring from Connor's hand, examined it carefully for a while, and then put it into her spatial ring. She then took out a file folder from her spatial ring and tossed it to Connor.

"Before you told me, none of the Storm Church's information sources I had access to contained any information about the Celta Church. But after receiving your message, I checked some of them carefully and actually discovered some things."

"A year ago, a clinic opened in Rune City. The doctor in charge was named Dukure. He was extremely skilled in a treatment method called fire therapy, which was said to have originated from the New World. In the past year, he had treated many difficult and complicated diseases and was quite famous in the northern part of Rune. Because the clinic was relatively small, the church did not pay attention to it. However, I found that before the incident involving the black wizard broke out, Dr. Dukure's clinic had already closed down. And half a month ago, after the Rune cleanup operation ended, their clinic reopened."

"After discovering this, I continued to investigate and found that they were using the clinic's fire therapy as a cover to purchase sulfur in small quantities in multiple batches. According to my estimate, they have collected at least fifteen tons of sulfur so far. With so much sulfur, their clinic staff certainly cannot use it all."

"Aside from the Doucouré clinic, I haven't found anything else so far. I'll continue to follow up, and if there's anything, I'll have Leonie let you know!" Margaret explained. It was clear she was quite concerned about the matter Connor had entrusted to her.

Connor hadn't held out much hope that Margaret would make any progress in such a short time, but the matter at the Doocre Clinic has truly surprised him. Although sulfur is a common material, it can be refined into sulfur essence through refining techniques, and sulfur essence is one of the key materials for crafting fire-attribute enchanted items.

"Thank you!" Connor said sincerely after looking through the documents Margaret had given him.

Margaret rolled her eyes at Connor, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No. 37 Mustafi Community is an abandoned safe house belonging to the church. It's very well hidden. Never mind... you're probably starting to suspect my motives..."

At the end, Margaret glared fiercely at Connor.

"Uh..." Connor laughed awkwardly.

Just as Connor was making contact with Margaret, in a heavily guarded apartment in the eastern district of Rune City, Ms. Lena, the current head of the Storm Church's Rune regional intelligence agency, was talking to a somewhat hunched old man.

"Victor, you've aged so much since you were a kid!" Ms. Lena said with a touch of melancholy, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead as she looked at the newcomer.

"Without becoming a formal wizard, one will ultimately be nothing but dust a hundred years from now," old Victor, Reyes's butler, said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business. I don't know why you were sent back to Rune so soon, but it's good that you're here. Your master's student is in trouble, go and help him out!" With that, Lena handed a letter to old Victor.

Old Victor received the letter and immediately began reading it. After ten minutes, he frowned slightly and asked Lena, "The Celta Cult?"

"It should be about right. I read the little guy's description of that metal sphere in his letter, and I think it looks a lot like the Bursting Ball, an alchemical artifact unique to the Celta Cult. So the little guy's guess is probably correct." Lena said calmly, a glint of light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Does the church have any information about these people?" Old Victor asked after a moment's thought.

"I hadn't paid special attention before, so I didn't discover the Celta Cult, but now I've made the arrangements. We should have results within three days, but the final execution will still require your involvement!" Lena said with a half-smile, glancing at old Victor.

"Oh? Doesn't that person need merit points?" Old Victor raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat disdainful, and said:

Seeing old Victor's expression, Lena said slowly, "Times have changed. Two days ago, that lord submitted a report to headquarters regarding the security situation in Rune. The report clearly stated that all black wizards in Rune have been eradicated and that no major incidents would occur in the next three to five years. The report had barely been submitted when he arranged for a purge. Isn't he contradicting himself?"

After listening to Lena's explanation, old Victor nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'll begin preparations immediately and await your message!"

"No problem!" Lena's face showed satisfaction as things went so smoothly.

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Unaware that someone was already planning to help him, Connor had already disguised himself and lay in ambush near the Ducouré Clinic in the North District of Loen.

Connor is now a man of action with exceptional execution skills. After reading the information Margaret gave him about Dr. Doucouré and his clinic, Connor immediately decided to meet Dr. Doucouré.

Watching the patients walk in and out of the Ducouré Clinic, Connor casually tossed a small cube into a trash can on the side of the street as if it were garbage, and then walked toward the Ducouré Clinic.

The small cube that Connor threw into the trash can was like a time bomb. Connor set it to explode in five minutes if he didn't leave the clinic within five minutes. According to Connor's calculations, the explosive force of the small cube could blow several surrounding buildings, including the clinic, into the air!

"Doctor, my elderly mother is sick, what should I do?" Connor, carefully disguised, put on a distressed expression and said anxiously.

"Don't rush, speak slowly," said Dr. Doucouré, whose face was kind and gentle. He seemed unaware of Connor's danger and spoke to Connor as gently as he would to any other patient.

"The temperature suddenly dropped these past few days, and my elderly mother, I don't know what happened, just fell ill and can't get out of bed. Doctor, you must save my elderly mother!" To show even more deep emotion, Connor even squeezed out two tears and grabbed Doucoure's arm.

(End of this chapter)