Wizard Earl

Chapter 479 Emerson

Late at night, in the northern part of Loen, at the Genoa Clock Tower.

"Martina, do you know why the professor transferred me from Hoy Continent to Rune?" On the utterly silent clock tower, a gray-haired young man with an ordinary face and a gentle smile asked Martina, who stood beside him gazing at the night-lit city of Rune.

"Emerson, what do you think you can do for the professor?" Without directly answering the gray-haired young man's question or turning to look at him, Martina said calmly:

Upon hearing Martina's words, the gray-haired young man, whom Martina called Emerson, raised his gray eyebrows, which were exactly the same color as his hair, and said, "I am an assassin. The professor summoned me to Rune, naturally wanting me to kill someone for him. Martina, I actually want to ask you, who does the professor want me to kill?"

"I don't know!" Martina said bluntly, without even glancing at Emerson.

"You surely know that you're no longer Victor's assistant?" Emerson continued, his smile fading.

"The word 'I don't know' can have different meanings in practice. It can mean 'I really don't know,' or it can mean 'I know, but I don't want to tell you!'" Martina, gazing at the night view, maintained her icy tone.

Shaking his head helplessly, Emor released a brown beer bottle from his hand, took a big gulp, and then casually asked Martina, "I heard that you got a beating from Professor's rumored disciple, Martina?"

"None of your business!" This time, Martina finally stopped gazing at the night view and turned to look at Emerson, who was right next to her.

"Martina, even if you hadn't said anything, I already guessed some of it. This time, I'm going to join forces with you!" After saying that, Emerson took out a Golden Fire Pie cigarette, which was very popular on the continent of Hoy, from his spatial ring and put it in his mouth.

However, just as Emerson's fingertips flickered with a flame, preparing to light the cigarette, Martina's fair hand appeared before him, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and threw it to the ground. Then, Martina's icy voice reached his ears.

"You're half right about what you know. And Emerson, I remember back on the continent of Hoy, I warned you not to smoke near me!"

"Okay, I forgot, it's been over a year since we last met!" Emerson said apologetically. With that, he flicked his finger, and the flame at his fingertip burned the cigarette that had been thrown on the ground to ashes.

"Get ready, this isn't as simple as you think!" With that warning, Martina walked down the clock tower and disappeared into the dark night.

Still standing atop the clock tower, watching Martina's disappearing figure, the gray-haired youth Emerson raised an eyebrow again, muttering to himself, "I really want to see the strength of the professor's disciples. Three advanced wizard apprentices working together to kill a wizard of the same level should be a sure thing, right?"

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Three days after Martina's encounter with him at the café, Connor, who was meditating in his quiet room in his apartment, suddenly noticed something and took out a communication paper that shimmered with a milky white light from his spatial ring. This communication paper was the one that Martina had given Connor at the end of their conversation at the café.

A few seconds later, the milky white light on the communication paper dissipated, and a line of Martina's delicate handwriting appeared on the paper, which had previously been blank.

"One hour later, Watzke Bank, 37 Davis Street!"

After carefully reading the address on the telegram, Connor came up with another address in his mind—Stanford Bridge Community.

If Connor remembers correctly, Davis Street is located between the Stanford Bridge neighborhood and the Verratti Mold Factory, only about 500 meters away from the Stanford Bridge neighborhood as the crow flies.

A playful smile appeared on his face. After putting on his mask and black robe, Connor left his apartment and headed towards the agreed address.

When Connor arrived at the Watzke Bank on Davis Street, his mental perception revealed that Martina was quietly waiting for him in the bank's VIP room.

As Connor entered the bank's VIP room and sat down in the chair next to Martina, Martina took out another document bag from her bag and handed it to him.

Without making a sound, Connor took the file bag from Martina, took out the documents inside, and looked closely. He saw that there was not a single word on them; they were just three blank sheets of paper.

Connor was slightly taken aback when he discovered that Martina had given him blank sheets of paper. He looked up at Martina, who was expressionless beside him, and then turned his gaze back to the three sheets of "blank paper" in his hand. After examining them carefully for a while, Connor discovered the secret of these three sheets of paper. The contents of these sheets of paper were written in "ciphertext." The so-called ciphertext is actually a special writing method adopted by wizards to prevent information from being discovered by ordinary people. Information written in this special way cannot be seen by the human eye. To see the information, one can only observe it with mental power.

Connor smiled slightly upon confirming that the information on the white paper was written in ciphertext. Then, with a thought, he scanned the white paper in his hand with his mental energy. The next second, a self-portrait of Margaret, which Connor recognized very well, appeared on the three white papers, along with a few hundred words of introduction about Margaret and a map.

"Margaret, a high-level wizard apprentice, is skilled in storm and frost magic. She is suspected of possessing the Nightmare Blade Wheel, a second-tier attack-enchanted item, and the Mallorca Ring, a second-tier defense-enchanted item. She is extremely powerful and difficult to kill in a one-on-one fight. She will soon appear in the area shown on the attached map. Paredes is secretly monitoring this woman and will provide you with the latest information on Margaret's movements. Kill her within three days at all costs!"

Setting down the blank sheet of paper with Margaret's portrait and description, Connor examined the map on the last blank sheet of paper. After just a quick scan, Connor confirmed that this map was basically the same as the one Margaret had given him a few days earlier, with only some minor differences.

Connor placed the three sheets of white paper written in ciphertext back into the file folder, pretending to be deep in thought. After a while, he feigned ignorance and asked Martina, "Skilled in storm and frost magic, possessing two second-tier enchanted items... Could this Margaret be a member of the Church of Storms?"

(End of this chapter)