Wizard Earl

Chapter 447 Unearthing Paredes (1)

After spending the entire night in his apartment pondering, Connor finally came up with a plan that he believed would ensure his safety. However, to his dismay, a very real problem loomed before him: he couldn't confirm whether Paredes was indeed watching him from outside the apartment. If Paredes was, Connor wouldn't be able to go to Empire Department Store to find Leonie and have her contact Margaret.

Therefore, before implementing the plan, Connor must first confirm whether Paredes is spying on him. If not, then everything is fine. But if he is spying on him, Connor must find out who he is, otherwise his plan cannot be implemented at all.

After a few glances, Connor made up his mind. He put his black trench coat back on, then took out his silver pendant from his spatial ring, secretly fastened it to his hand, and walked out of the apartment building. He then hailed a taxi on Rand Street.

"Sir, where are you going?" The old coachman, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, asked Connor very respectfully. The old coachman knew very well that people who could live in a place like Land Street were undoubtedly rich and powerful in Loen. As long as he was too respectful, he would definitely get a tip.

"Harland Cemetery!" Connor exclaimed to the old coachman without hesitation, then added, "Don't go straight to Harland Cemetery. Drive around the East End a few times first, okay?"

"Sir, our coaching association has rules that if you take a longer route while carrying passengers, you will be fined..." the old coachman said with a bitter expression on his aged face.

Without bothering to waste words with the coachman, Connor expressionlessly pulled out his wallet, took out two one-shilling notes, tossed them into the coachman's lap, and said calmly, "If you do things to my satisfaction, I'll give you two more shillings!"

Hearing Connor's words and seeing the two banknotes Connor tossed to him, the old coachman showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, a delighted smile appeared on his face. He carefully placed the two one-shilling notes in his pocket, gave Connor a fawning smile, and then stopped talking about the fine. He assured Connor with unwavering certainty, "Sir, please rest assured, I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

Connor squinted and nodded, then waved his hand to signal the coachman to drive the carriage away. Upon receiving Connor's instruction, the coachman dared not delay and immediately lashed the horses with his whip. Driven by the whip, the four packhorses pulling the carriage galloped down the street.

Connor sat in the carriage, his eyes half-closed as if he were asleep, but in reality, his fingers were gently tapping on the silver pendant he held in his hand. After becoming a high-level wizard apprentice, Connor had discovered a new function for the silver pendant, which originally only amplified his mental power: to prevent mental power detection. Although this function of the silver pendant was very complicated and required a high level of skill from the user, once Connor successfully used this method, as long as Paredes' mental power was still below Connor's, Connor would definitely be able to detect Paredes's whereabouts.

Last night, Connor thought about Paredes' strength all night. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. He had a feeling that Paredes wasn't as strong as he had imagined!

As Connor had requested, the coachman circled the East Loen district twice, then consulted Connor and, with Connor's permission, began to proceed toward Harland Cemetery.

As the scenery outside the glass window gradually changed from high-rise buildings to grasslands and forests, Connor knew that he had left the city and arrived in the suburbs. However, even here, the silver pendant on his hand still did not detect any mental fluctuations.

This situation brought a self-deprecating smile to Connor's face. It seemed he had been overthinking things. Paredes didn't appear to be monitoring him at all. His trip to Harland Cemetery was merely a ploy to lure Paredes out; he had no real purpose in going to the cemetery...

After hesitating for a moment, Connor still didn't call for the carriage, which was only ten minutes away from Harland Cemetery. Ten minutes wasn't a long time, and since they were going to put on a show, he might as well go all the way.

Ten minutes later, the carriage arrived at Harland Cemetery. Connor took out two one-shilling notes from his wallet, tossed them to the coachman, and said casually, "Wait here for me a moment; I'll be back in town soon!"

"Understood, sir!" The old coachman, who had earned four shillings from Connor in a single trip, was overjoyed when he heard that Connor was going back to the city. He readily agreed. Normally, he would only earn about one shilling a day running around the city of Loen. Now that he could earn four shillings in one trip with Connor, and eight shillings in two round trips, he was naturally unwilling to let the opportunity pass him by!

Stepping down from the carriage, Connor tightened his black robe, glanced around at his surroundings, and walked into the cemetery. To his surprise, after only a few steps, he discovered that the silver pendant he was holding was emitting a faint warmth.

The appearance of this warmth on the silver pendant immediately made Kang Xin's heart skip a beat. This sign meant that the silver pendant had detected a spiritual force secretly watching him. Upon confirming this, Kang Xin immediately became vigilant, but his expression remained calm and composed, as if he had not noticed anything.

"That's right! That's the feeling!"

Connor thought to himself, while a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. The silver pendant detected the mental energy probe targeting him, but Connor himself found nothing. How similar this was to being spied on by Paredes at the Tottenham Hotel that day.

Entering the cemetery without making a sound, Connor randomly picked a tombstone and stood in front of it, pretending to be extremely sad and mourning. On the surface, he seemed to be mourning, but in reality, Connor was very careful, using his silver pendant to sense where the mental energy spying on him was coming from. For some reason, Connor's own mental energy was unable to detect where this spying mental energy came from.

(End of this chapter)