Wizard Earl

Chapter 367 Martina

"what!"

In the quiet room on the second floor of apartment 16 Land Street in the East District of Luen, where Connor was in seclusion for cultivation, a chilling scream from a man suddenly rang out.

On the floor of the quiet room, the green-robed wizard, who possessed the cultivation of an intermediate-level wizarding apprentice, was now convulsing unconsciously like a dead dog…

Looking down at the man's miserable state on the ground, Connor frowned and his eyes became serious. Although he was certain that this man was sent by that old guy Victor from the Secret Society, Connor still couldn't help but use his Soul Capture Technique on him!

At first, everything went smoothly. There seemed to be no restrictions in the green-robed wizard's mind. However, just as Connor was about to read the guy's memories, several extremely strange restrictions suddenly appeared in the green-robed wizard's mind. These restrictions did not attack Connor, who was invading the green-robed wizard's mind, but rather seemed to want to kill him and destroy the green-robed wizard's mind. Fortunately, Connor stopped in time, otherwise the green-robed wizard's head would probably have exploded on the spot. Although he survived, the green-robed wizard was now lying on the ground like a dead dog!

After pondering for a while, Connor took out a bottle of potion from his spatial ring and poured it into the Green Robe Wizard's mouth. No matter what, he was still Reyes's disciple and a member of the secret society. Pretending not to know about casting a soul-capturing spell on this Green Robe Wizard was still acceptable, but if this guy died here, things might become very troublesome!

As the potion entered his body, the green-robed wizard's convulsions stopped, and his consciousness gradually returned to normal. About half an hour later, the green-robed wizard had temporarily recovered. He looked at Connor before him with a complex expression, and weakly opened his mouth, saying, "My name is Alucard, I was sent by Butler Victor..."

"Are you sent by old Butler Victor? Do you have any token?" Hearing that the green-robed wizard who called himself Alucard's identity was similar to his guess, Connor had already accepted Alucard's identity in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended to be someone who had just found out.

Upon hearing Connor's question, Alucard remained silent for a moment before whispering, "In my spatial ring, there is a magical ring crafted using the professor's unique alchemy. Butler Victor bestows upon any member of the secret society recognized by the professor one of these rings!"

Connor pulled out the spatial ring he had taken from Alucard from his pocket. By this time, Connor had completely destroyed the spiritual imprint of Alucard on the spatial ring. He scanned the spatial ring with his spiritual power and found a magically transformed ring in the style of ancient Byzantium.

At a glance, Connor, though unsure whether Alucard was telling the truth, recognized the ring's enchanted form as being crafted using Reyes's unique alchemy techniques, thanks to his shared alchemical lineage.

"Speak! Butler Victor, what did you send me here for?" Connor asked with a cold snort, feigning ignorance.

Regarding Connor's question, Accardo, now completely at ease, wore a hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You know very well!"

"I know it's my business, and now I'm going to let you talk!" Connor didn't deny Accardo's words, but he pressed Accardo for answers again, his voice icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Before Connor's voice had completely faded in the quiet room, he found his apartment doorbell ringing, and a tall woman in a classic court dress was standing outside his apartment door.

"Martina?"

As Connor mentally probed the woman's cold and beautiful face, a name surfaced in his mind. The woman standing outside his apartment door was the one who had taken the alchemical bomb from him in place of old Victor at the Bruges tavern. This woman was clearly not simple. Back then at the Bruges tavern, Connor hadn't been able to see through her, and now she had managed to ring his doorbell without him noticing. She was truly remarkable!

Martina, standing at the door, perhaps sensing Connor's mental probing, made no attempt to hide her gaze and coldly swept it towards the apartment balcony, which was also where Connor's quiet room was located. Her icy eyes were devoid of any emotion and could not be interpreted as having any goodwill.

Martina's attitude was icy cold, which made Connor, who was trying to get something out of the green-robed wizard named Alucard, feel a chill in his heart.

After a moment's hesitation, Connor snapped his fingers. Alucard, who had just recovered from his unconsciousness, collapsed to the ground again without any struggle.

After straightening his clothes, Connor walked down from the second floor of the apartment building with a normal expression. He opened the apartment door, and upon seeing Connor open the door, Miss Martina showed no courtesy whatsoever and walked straight into the apartment building.

"Connor Ferguson, my current identity is that of a wealthy merchant's daughter from the New World. Because I admire the history and culture of the Kaman Empire, I started a history salon in Luen. I heard you're a top student in the history department at Green University, so I'll be in frequent contact with you." After Connor closed the door, Martina glanced around Connor's living room and sat down on the leather sofa in the apartment's first-floor lobby, speaking calmly to Connor.

Connor remained outwardly calm upon hearing that Martina had even fabricated an identity to meet him, though he was still somewhat displeased. According to Martina's logic, was he supposed to be in frequent contact with this cold, unfeminine woman?

Connor sat down on the sofa opposite Martina, but Martina remained silent, and the two fell into an eerie silence.

The two remained silent for more than ten minutes before Martina finally lost her temper and coldly asked Connor, "Where is that guy Alucard?"

"Who are you?" Ignoring Martina's question, Connor asked indifferently:

Upon hearing Connor's question, Martina's eyes flashed with sarcasm. Leaning back on the sofa, she slowly and deliberately told Connor, "Playing hard to get is such an old-fashioned trick..."

(End of this chapter)