Wizard Earl

Chapter 324 Something's fishy

Looking at the hope in George's eyes, Connor had to admit that George made a lot of sense. As the eldest son of the family, George was naturally the first in line to inherit the Sanchez family business. In addition, George was very talented and hardworking in the family business. The entire Sanchez family had long regarded George as the next head of the family.

So, the fact that George was assassinated and that he was Mr. Harvey's illegitimate son Olson is a reason that is not respectable in high society. Even with Mr. Harvey's prestige in the Sanchez family, it is bound to be met with a lot of questioning because of this.

"What about the Cagliari men you hired? They haven't come looking for your remaining money while you're imprisoned here?" Connor thought for a moment and realized something was amiss. George, as the employer of the Cagliari operation, paid a hefty sum of 23,000 gold pounds to hire them to kill someone. In the end, regardless of whether the operation succeeded or not, the Cagliari should have come to report to George. But judging from George's words, it seemed as if Connor was the only person who had contacted George during his imprisonment.

Upon hearing Connor's question, George immediately fell silent. Under Connor's gaze, he pondered for a long time before saying with some doubt, "The Cagliari people insisted on payment in full at once. After discussion, we decided to pay a deposit of 10,000 gold pounds first. After the Cagliari assassins arrived in Loen, I would pay the remaining 13,000 gold pounds. They would give me an answer after their operation; if they didn't kill Olsen, they would refund me 10,000 gold pounds... But after their operation, I was imprisoned here by the old man. In the two months I've been here, besides the people the old man sent to guard me, Connor, you are the first outsider I've seen!"

"Connor, do you think it's possible that after the Cagliari people killed Olsen, they went back on their own? I've already paid them in full, so they're not telling me anything..." George looked up and hesitated as he spoke to Connor. This explanation was less of an explanation to Connor and more of a way for George to comfort himself. However, George wasn't stupid; he clearly couldn't convince himself with this explanation, and his voice grew softer and softer until he finally fell silent again.

Hearing George say this, Connor felt a sense of unease. The Cagliari assassin organization, which had grown so large and powerful to its current reputation, must be one of the most disciplined. It was highly unlikely that they would promise you a result as George claimed, and then refuse to tell you the result since the full payment had already been made.

Furthermore, the possibility that Cagliari couldn't find George because he was imprisoned here by his father, Mr. Harvey, and prevented from having any contact with the outside world is practically nonexistent. Even if the Cagliari organization only possessed one-tenth of their rumored extraordinary abilities, George's mother, Mrs. Christine, knew where George was being held, so it's impossible for the Cagliari organization not to know that George was being held at Locke Villa.

"George, how did you contact Cagliari and the others?" Connor asked solemnly. George's explanation gave him an ominous feeling. It was very likely that something unexpected had happened to the Cagliari organization that George employed during the assassination of Olsen, which was why they hadn't reported the outcome to George, regardless of success or failure, as they had agreed with their employer.

Having realized something was amiss, or perhaps already knew something was amiss but had chosen to avoid it, George, facing Connor's questioning this time, didn't hesitate at all and said in a low voice, "I got in touch with Cagliari through my uncle's connections. A man named Etheridge is Cagliari's contact for me this time. Usually, they contact me directly, and according to the agreement, Etheridge can only contact me; I can't contact them. However..."

George paused here, a smug look appearing in his eyes, before continuing, "This is Rune, my territory. To settle the remaining thirteen thousand gold pounds, Etheridge brought two intermediate wizard apprentices and two grand knights to Rune. Three days before the operation, they met with me for final confirmation. During those three days, I located their hideout in Rune: apartment number ninety-one on Shilock Street in the West End!"

"Connor, if you have time, could you go there and help me see what's going on?" George asked Connor.

"Okay! No problem!" Connor readily agreed. After killing Olson George, he had consulted with him about the decision. As a good friend, Connor felt that George was also responsible for George's current imprisonment. Therefore, Connor would naturally not refuse to help George as much as possible within his ability.

Having finished discussing the main points, George naturally had no interest in catching up with Connor in the current situation. So, the two agreed that when George returned to the "world" soon, Connor would give him a proper welcome. After that, Connor bid farewell to George and quietly left the Locke Villa where George was being held.

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"Hello sir, are you Mr. Connor Ferguson?" The young courier from the Loen Post Office rang the doorbell of Connor's house at 16 Land Street, East Loen. When Connor opened the door, the young courier respectfully asked him:

According to the postal law of the Kaman Empire, letters can be delivered to the recipient's mailbox, but items sent by courier must be received in person by the recipient!

"That's right! I am Connor Ferguson!" Connor opened the door, his eyes briefly glancing at the wooden box the deliveryman was carrying before looking away. A barely perceptible glint of fervor flashed deep within his eyes, but he still nodded calmly and replied:

"Hello Mr. Connor, this is the box that was mailed to you. It's a bit heavy, would you like me to help you carry it inside?" Having confirmed Connor's identity, the deliveryman greeted him with a bright smile and solicitously said:

Connor, who knew perfectly well why the deliveryman was being so attentive, shook his head to indicate that he could, then casually took out a one-shilling note from his pocket, tossed it to the deliveryman, picked up the wooden box, and walked back to his apartment, closing the door amidst the deliveryman's profuse thanks.

(End of this chapter)