Wizard Earl

Chapter 323 Goodbye George

"You are... Connor?" Upon hearing that incredibly familiar voice, George immediately burst into a joyful shout, then he flung open the bedroom door and rushed out.

The joy of their long-awaited reunion led the two friends to embrace tightly in the hall of Locke's villa. After calming down a bit, he immediately noticed something strange about the three men who had been guarding him in the villa.

"It's nothing. I gave them some drugs to temporarily knock them unconscious. They'll recover on their own in two hours, and there won't be any trace left. They won't even notice anything unusual!" Seemingly sensing George's question, Connor explained before George could even ask.

Hearing Connor's explanation, George's doubts vanished, and he nodded in relief.

Seeing George's disheveled appearance, unkempt look, and utterly dejected demeanor—a far cry from the spirited man he once was—Connor, who had long considered George a true friend, felt deeply distressed and couldn't help but ask with concern, "How did things turn out like this?"

"Sigh... it's a long story. I might have to wait a while before I can pay you back the ten thousand gold pounds Connor owes you!" George said with a wry smile and a forlorn expression.

"George, what are you saying? What's a mere ten thousand gold pounds between us? Give it to me whenever you have it, or forget it! The important thing now is what exactly happened on your end!" Connor said angrily, his expression serious.

George patted Connor on the shoulder with emotion, thought for a moment and recalled, "After we finished discussing that day, I took the 10,000 gold pounds you lent me, my mother's savings of 10,000 gold pounds, and the 3,000 gold pounds I had on hand. By bypassing the family, I raised a total of 23,000 gold pounds. With this money, through my uncle's connections, I found Cagliari in the Bernabéu, the capital."

"Cagliari? That assassin organization?" Hearing George mention Cagliari's name, Connor frowned slightly and asked in a low voice:

"That's right! It's Cagliari. I didn't expect you to know him, Connor!" George nodded affirmatively, seemingly very surprised that Connor also knew the name Cagliari.

"Don't forget my family is hereditary nobility!" Connor's eyes darted around as he quickly offered a seemingly reasonable explanation to George's confusion. However, Connor had actually heard the name Cagliari from a Borussia Mönchengladbach club gathering. It was said that Cagliari was a highly secretive assassin organization, virtually unknown to most. They were powerful and efficient, and they wouldn't ask why. Most importantly, rumors circulated that this assassin organization, Cagliari, possessed wizards—and not just one! For the right price, they could assassinate anyone for you!

"That's true, your family has a tradition spanning hundreds of years!" George didn't doubt Connor's explanation at all, and said with sudden realization. He carefully considered his words and continued, "The rumors are true, there are indeed wizards in Cagliari. Just to be on the safe side, we had to kill that brat Olson. I gave all 23,000 gold pounds we scraped together to Cagliari, and Cagliari sent two wizards who were supposedly intermediate wizarding apprentices, as well as two great knights, to carry out this operation..."

"And what was the final result?" Seeing George pause at the end, Connor couldn't help but ask directly.

"To be honest, I don't know what happened in the end, whether Olson died or not!" George shrugged and said helplessly, "That night, after the assassins sent by Cagliari left Frye Town and imprisoned Olson at the manor, I waited at home for news from them. But the next morning, instead of news from them, I received news from my father. He beat me up badly and then imprisoned me here, preventing any contact between me and the outside world. By the way, Connor, you knew I was here, didn't you?" George asked curiously.

"Your mother, Lady Christine, sent a maid named Natasha to tell me that you are being held here and asked me to come and talk to you!" Connor quickly thought through the problems George was facing and told George without hesitation.

"Little Natasha! I'll definitely give her a good reward when I get out!" Hearing Connor mention Natasha, George, whose face had been contorted with worry, forced a smile. Seeing Connor silent and deep in thought, George, his face showing signs of exhaustion, patted Connor's shoulder again, comforting him, "Don't worry about it. During my time here, I've figured it out. That little brat Olsen has most likely already been killed by the Cagliari people. By now, his bones are probably already dust!"

"I, George Sanchez, am, after all, the first in line to the Harvey family. The old man's willingness to imprison me here, preventing me from having any contact with the outside world, shows how angry he is. What could have made him so angry? Although the old man didn't say, I reckon it's probably his precious Olson. He was killed by Cagliari. Perhaps Olson's body is already reduced to ashes by now!" George said with a cold laugh. When he said the words "precious darling," there was a clear hint of resentment towards his father, Mr. Harvey.

"I've been keeping track of time while I've been locked up here. I've been here for almost three months now, and I think the old man will be letting me out soon. Although I have three younger brothers and two older brothers, under the suppression of me and my mother over the years, none of my five brothers have ever been involved in the family business. They've always taken money from the family and frequented various brothels to drink and have sex with countless people."

"They've long been considered useless and incompetent within the family. Although I'm locked up here and cut off from the outside world, I'm certain that as the first in line to the family heir, being imprisoned puts immense pressure on the old man. Three months should be the limit; barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll be out soon!" George calmly explained to Connor.

(End of this chapter)