Wizard Earl

Chapter 340 The Storm Takes Shape

Looking down at the paper bag in his hand, Connor's face turned from one of amusement to exasperation, but behind that amusement, a hint of anticipation flickered in his eyes.

The paper bag contained a set of exquisite and daring women's lingerie, which Leonie, the owner of the women's lingerie boutique, had forced on him. She said that it would be suspicious for a man to come to her shop without taking something home, so in order not to arouse suspicion, Connor had no choice but to reluctantly accept the gift and... exchange it for Varga's size.

Clutching the paper bag tightly, Connor was undoubtedly even more excited; Varga's arrival was a week away...

Just as Connor was immersed in his wonderful fantasy, little did he know that a storm was brewing against him in an extremely luxurious conference room in the Origi Building in the East End, only five blocks away.

"Barak, how's the new Storm Cathedral progressing?" In the conference room, the current Archbishop of Storm Church, Edel, dressed in imposing bishop's robes, sat at the head of the table, his sharp gaze sweeping over the eight high-ranking church officials seated to his left and right. His gaze lingered on them for a moment before finally settling on a refined-looking middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses at the far right of him, and he inquired:

Under Eder's sharp, hawk-like gaze, Mr. Barak seemed extremely nervous. He quickly stood up, and without saying a word, bowed respectfully at a ninety-degree angle to Eder, who was seated in the main seat, before finally speaking:

"Your Excellency, the construction of the New Storm Cathedral is being carried out by Sir Origi's Origi Construction Company. I inspected it three days ago, and the Origi Construction Company is working overtime to diligently follow Your Excellency's important instructions, striving to complete the New Storm Cathedral within two years, as Your Excellency has stated! Currently, two-thirds of the main construction work on the New Storm Cathedral is complete, and we are very confident that we will complete all construction work according to the timeline given by Your Excellency!"

Mr. Barak's words and respectful attitude seemed to please Edel. His previously stern expression softened, and he nodded in satisfaction. Then, in a firm tone, he instructed, "Sir Origi is a faithful follower of the Goddess and a reliable supporter of the Church. When the Church needs him, he is willing to lend his private property to the Church free of charge as a temporary headquarters. For such a loyal person, the Church must give him the reward he deserves!"

"Yes, I understand! The initial construction costs for the New Storm Cathedral, totaling 30,000 gold coins, have already been paid to Sir Origi as stipulated in the contract. I am currently working diligently to raise the remaining 70,000 gold coins. Please rest assured, Your Excellency, I will definitely pay Sir Origi all the money before the payment date stipulated in the contract!" Mr. Barak adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and said with great certainty:

"Very good! Barak, I have great faith in your abilities!" Hearing what he wanted, a smile finally appeared on Edel's aged face. He reached out and gestured for Barak to sit down.

Seeing a smile on Eder's face, Barak finally relaxed completely. He bowed deeply to Eder at a ninety-degree angle before returning to his seat. After doing so, Barak quietly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead...

After listening to reports from his subordinates and making some decisions regarding the church's daily affairs, Edel coughed lightly, glanced around at everyone in the conference room, and said coldly, "Everyone except the arbitrators and intelligence personnel may leave!"

Upon hearing Eder's order, apart from the man and woman sitting to Eder's left and right, the other six high-ranking members of the Church of Rune, including Mr. Barak, all stood up, bowed to Eder, and turned to leave.

As one of the six, a stunningly beautiful redhead, prepared to leave the room, Edel, sitting at the head of the conference room, suddenly spoke again, calmly saying, "Margaret, you stay!"

Upon hearing Edel's summons, a fleeting, almost imperceptible glint flashed in the eyes of the red-haired beauty, Margaret. In the next instant, Margaret concealed the glint in her eyes and calmly returned to her previous position.

Now, only four people remained in the conference room: Edel, Margaret, a well-maintained middle-aged woman, and a taciturn man in a gray robe wearing a black iron mask.

"Ms. Reiner, please brief everyone on the information your intelligence department currently possesses!" Edel said in a deep voice to the first middle-aged woman on his left.

"Yes, Bishop!" Ms. Lena stood up with a smile and clapped her hands lightly. At that moment, a light screen appeared in the sight of the four people in the conference room, and on the light screen were several images of the ruins of the explosion site.

"These images are from the explosion site of a suspected dark wizard's residence in the city of Rune a while ago, and the explosion site of a secret warehouse of the Church of Mallorca several days ago. After our intelligence department collected, compared, and analyzed the images on-site, we can basically determine that the cause of the explosions in these two places is the same: some kind of alchemical product that can cause explosions!"

"Furthermore, by comparing the power of the traces left after the explosions, our intelligence department believes that although both explosions used the same alchemical product, the explosion at the secret warehouse in Mallorca was significantly more powerful than the explosion in the city of Rune. Therefore, based on the above analysis, our intelligence department can basically conclude that these two explosions, which occurred not long apart, were committed by the same person, and this person is very likely an alchemist!" Ms. Lena explained, pointing to the images on the screen.

"Besides these, Ms. Lena, what else can your intelligence department tell us?" After Ms. Lena finished speaking, Bishop Edel seemed unsatisfied, frowning as he continued to ask:

As Edel asked his question, the gazes of the taciturn gray-robed masked man and Margaret both focused on Lena.

(End of this chapter)