Wizard Earl

Chapter 270 Fateful to a Villain

Seeing that De Sciglio was hesitant to open the small silver box, Connor felt a little uneasy, wondering if there was something wrong with the gift he had given, or if he had violated some taboo of De Sciglio.

Having lived in aristocratic circles, Connor knew all too well that these so-called high-caliber, sophisticated imperial elites were actually quite superstitious and had many taboos in private…

Just as Connor hesitated about whether to say something, De Sciglio finally opened the small silver box Connor had given him, and a golden egg exuding an antique aura appeared before De Sciglio.

"Knowing your fondness for Byzantine artifacts, the family specially sought out this treasure for you. It's a meticulously crafted replica of an imperial egg, made to a 1:1 scale by a Byzantine noble. We hope you'll accept it, Uncle!" Connor said with a smile, pointing to the gift.

Upon seeing the golden egg, Mr. De Sciglio's eyes immediately showed a hint of surprise. He carefully examined the antique golden menu for a full five minutes before sighing and saying, "This gift is too precious; I cannot accept it!"

Connor scoffed inwardly, knowing it was just a polite excuse. He quickly put on a sincere expression and said, feigning genuine emotion, "Over the years, our Ferguson family has been able to secure such a large sales share in Frosinone from East Hoy Company thanks to your patronage, Uncle. This gift represents our family's gratitude to you; please accept it!"

"Sigh, the company allocated your share mainly because your family has the ability to distribute in Frosinone. I only played a recommending role!" Seeing Connor's sincerity, De Sciglio, though still speaking modestly, could tell from the look in his eyes that he was very satisfied with Connor's expression.

"Yes, yes..." Connor nodded quickly in response.

Just then, one of De Sciglio's squire knights entered from outside the door and whispered a few words in De Sciglio's ear:

Although Connor didn't use his mental powers to eavesdrop on what the squire was saying to Desilieu, his physical abilities, which were almost identical to those of a Grand Knight, allowed him to clearly hear their conversation. However! Hearing didn't mean understanding.

As a well-educated nobleman and a history student at Green University, Connor was certain that the language the squire spoke to De Sciglio was not the Kaman language of the Kaman Empire, nor the ancient Byzantine language, nor the Hoi language of the Hoi continent where the East Hoi Company was located. The language the squire spoke to De Sciglio was a language that Connor had never encountered before.

After listening to the squire's account, Desciglio nodded slightly. The squire bowed to Desciglio and then immediately left the room.

Descilio hesitated for a moment, then said to Connor, "Bishop Edel of the Church of Storms has arrived..."

Without De Sciglio needing to say anything more, Connor immediately understood, stood up from his chair, bowed to De Sciglio, and said goodbye, "Connor won't bother you any longer, Uncle!"

"Hmm!" De Sciglio gave Connor an approving look before responding.

After leaving the private room, Connor returned to the bustling hall. Although he had completed his task of delivering the gift to De Sciglio, he could not leave now in order to show his respect for his host.

After pouring himself a glass of Canochi Tequila at the dining table, he casually sat on a sofa in a corner of the living room, idly waiting for the banquet to truly begin.

When Connor finished his tequila and thought it tasted pretty good, he was about to pour himself another glass to savor it properly when a very familiar figure sat down next to him.

"Bang!"

Connor wasn't surprised by the appearance of this person next to him. He gently clinked his empty wine glass against the person's.

"Connor, you're a devil! Your guess was right!" There was no doubt that the person sitting next to Connor was Connor's good friend, George Sanchez. After clinking glasses with Connor, he took a sip of his drink with a complicated expression.

Connor was clearly not surprised by this result; although George had carefully applied makeup to conceal his eye bags...

He looked tired, but if you were observant, you could still see the deep weariness on his face.

Just as George finished his glass of red wine, preparing to explain his discovery to Connor in detail...

At that moment, a strong perfume scent wafted over from the corner where Connor and George were.

"Oh, so George, you're here with Connor!" The heavily made-up Miss Sophia giggled and snuggled up to George, rubbing her breasts against his arm in front of Connor. However, her coquettish behavior was ill-timed. George was busy discussing some serious business with Connor and had no interest in enjoying a cigarette with soft flesh in his hand, so he pulled his hand away from Sophia.

It must be said that although Sofia is a very open woman, she is still quite shrewd. When she was rejected by George after trying to please him, she was stunned for a moment, but then she immediately returned to normal, showing no embarrassment.

Sophia's sudden appearance caused Connor, who had originally intended to help George make some plans, to stop. Out of respect for George, he gave Sophia a polite smile and then focused his attention on the red wine on the table.

Seeing Connor's coldness towards her, Sophia's eyes flashed with hatred. She feigned surprise and said loudly, "Connor, I remember you rarely came to social events like this after you took out a loan to buy your apartment, trying to save money on the loan payments. Why are you suddenly here today? Have you saved enough money for the loan?"

Although the three of them were seated in a corner of the banquet hall, Sophia's speech still attracted the attention of many people around her, and countless gazes, some scrutinizing, some disdainful, and some otherwise fixed on Connor.

Before Sophia could finish speaking, and before Connor could even respond, George, who had never expected Sophia to say such a thing, preemptively and angrily berated his lover in a low voice: "Sophia, shut up..."

(End of this chapter)