Wizard Earl

Chapter 432 Fatica Church (2)

Forcing down his anger, Connor looked at Margaret and said in a deep voice, "Go back and tell old Victor that I'm going to Faticaro!"

"Connor, you've made a wise choice!" Margaret replied with a smile.

The following evening, on Faticaro Street in the northern part of Loen, Connor, disguised as a blond, overweight middle-aged man, looked at the huge, dark blue Byzantine-style building in front of him and sighed deeply.

Martina was right. Compared to refusing the mission assigned by the secret society and going to fight the Dark Beacon, coming here to retrieve the items according to the secret society's plan was undoubtedly a better choice.

Refusing the mission assigned by the Society would undoubtedly mean breaking ties with them. There was no doubt that the Society would take action against him, and he was currently unprepared. He had no chance of winning against the Society. Connor had also heard of the Dark Beacon. It was a very famous and powerful organization in the wizarding world, and it was said that it was headed by a Level 3 wizard.

There are quite a few people in the Dark Beacon in Rune. Not to mention anything else, just take the two old ghosts, Duto and Haya, the high-level wizard apprentices of the Dark Beacon organization in Rune that Margaret mentioned. Connor once saw these two old ghosts at Meach Manor. These two old guys might seem to be a little weaker than old Victor in a one-on-one fight, but they are definitely not much weaker. They are both very troublesome characters among high-level wizard apprentices!

Besides Haya and Duto, the Dark Beacon's branch in Rune is no pushover either, with other skilled individuals. Even if the Secret Society used their mole within the Rune Storm Church and gained the Church's support, taking down the Dark Beacon in Rune would certainly not be easy. Going to take down the Dark Beacon with the Secret Society would be no less dangerous than... Connor went to the Fatica Church as planned to meet someone and retrieve something.

Connor took out a pocket watch from his pocket watch. Seeing that the hands of the pocket watch were moving normally, Connor was completely relieved. Although Martina had said that there was a mole in the Fatica Church who would set up a small malfunction in the Eye of the Storm at 2 pm to prevent it from functioning properly, so that she could avoid the Eye of the Storm's detection.

Although she said that, Connor did not completely trust what she said, so he specially made this pocket watch overnight. If the pocket watch hands moved normally, it meant that the Eye of the Storm could not sense it. If the pocket watch hands moved abnormally, it meant that the Eye of the Storm was working normally.

Having confirmed that the eye of the storm at Fatica Cathedral was no longer functioning properly, Connor's worries lessened considerably. He straightened his clothes and, mimicking the gait of a middle-aged man, slowly made his way towards the cathedral. Since he had decided to disguise himself as a middle-aged man today, the clothes he had previously had custom-made for him were no longer suitable. Connor had made a special trip to a tailor to have a high-end suit made to match his current disguised physique. This suit would be a very important tool for him today.

"Praise be to the Storm Goddess!"

As soon as Connor entered the Fatica Cathedral, he heard hundreds of devout believers praying to the goddess of storms. Suppressing his nausea, Connor followed the example of the devout believers and bowed to the magnificent statue of the goddess of storms in the center of the cathedral. Then, he respectfully took out two ten-pound notes from his pocket and put them into the donation box with both hands.

Standing beside the donation box, a stern-faced pastor, as if someone owed him a million pounds, watched Connor drop the ten-pound note into the box. Then, glancing at Connor's expensive suit, a greedy glint appeared in his aged eyes. He quickly stopped Connor, who was about to leave, and said, "Hello, sir, I am Pastor Kevin. Thank you very much for your support of the church. Goddess will surely bless you and your family!"

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, but as a professional "actor," Connor's skills were still quite competent. He spoke in a Hoy-accented Kamanese, "Pastor Kevin, as a follower of the Goddess, it is my duty. If it weren't for the Goddess's blessing, how could I have transported goods from Hoy to Rune all year without any problems? I am truly grateful to the Goddess!"

Connor paused here, a hint of regret and disdain in his eyes, and glanced at the group of ordinary people around him who were worshipping the goddess statue. He said, "It's just a bit of a pity. After traveling for several months by ship to Rune, we can only worship the goddess with these lowly people. If it weren't for these lowly people disturbing us, how wonderful it would be to worship the goddess..."

Out of the corner of his eye, Connor noticed that Reverend Kevin's eyes grew brighter and brighter after hearing his "regret." Connor smiled scornfully, knowing that the fish had taken the bait.

Pastor Kevin felt that today, after decades of worshipping the Storm Goddess, he was finally being blessed. The middle-aged man in front of him, who was somewhat overweight, balding, and adorned with jewels, seemed to be the rumored major mine owner of the Hoy Continent. Although their behavior was extremely rude and lacked the elegance and refinement of the Kaman nobles, they were truly wealthy!

Look at this guy, casually donating twenty gold pounds—the monthly income of a middle-class family—to the church like that! It's outrageously extravagant, making everyone envious and jealous. According to church rules, I seem to be entitled to a two-gold-pound share. Judging from what this big boss is saying, he seems to want to go into the inner sanctum of the church to worship the goddess. How much of a share can I get then? Ten gold pounds or twenty gold pounds?

The thought of this Pastor Kevin made him want to laugh out loud, but to maintain his image as a church pastor, he suppressed his urge and gave Connor, who was disguised as a middle-aged man, a reserved smile. He said, "Sir, your devotion to the goddess is truly admirable. However, the church has already considered your regret and has specially opened an inner hall inside the church to receive people like you to worship the goddess. Only people like you can enter the inner hall. However, to worship the goddess in the inner hall, a donation is required..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Connor pulled a wad of banknotes from his wallet, waving them at the greedy priest and nonchalantly declaring, "See this money? I'll donate it all if you let me into the inner chapel to worship the goddess!"

(End of this chapter)