Wizard Earl

Chapter 588 Mr. Tusam

Looking at the cave that had been destroyed and was now worthless, Martina's cold face showed a hint of annoyance. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and quietly walked towards the west of Rune.

About half an hour later, Martina appeared near the Oyar noodle factory at No. 67 Napoli Street in the western district of Loen. This noodle factory, a medium-sized wheat processing plant with 500 employees, belongs to the Valencia Chamber of Commerce. It mainly processes wheat collected from the surrounding rural areas of Loen into flour and supplies it to Loen and the surrounding regions. Rumor has it that this factory is an important part of the Valencia Chamber of Commerce's 10% market share in the flour market of Loen and the surrounding areas!

Looking at the side gate of the Orya noodle factory not far away, Martina's eyes showed a conflicted look. After hesitating for a while, she finally made up her mind and walked towards the side gate.

In the gatehouse by the factory's side entrance, the tall, thin old man who had been reading the "Rune Morning Post" saw Martina approaching. A glint of shrewdness appeared in his cloudy eyes. He then silently got up and unlocked the door for Martina, letting her into the factory. Martina glanced at the tall, thin old man, nodded without speaking, and walked straight into the factory. The tall, thin old man then locked the side door again, sat back down in the gatehouse, and continued leisurely reading his newspaper. All of this seemed perfectly normal; no one would suspect that this tall, thin old man, who looked no different from any other factory night watchman, was actually a genuine Grand Knight...

After circling around the back of the Oyar noodle factory a few times, Martina arrived at the factory building, to a very secluded two-story building marked Workshop No. 10. As soon as she stepped into the building, two men dressed in black robes, who did not reveal a trace of their presence, surrounded her and blocked her from going upstairs.

Upon seeing the two men in black, Martina's eyes flashed with anger and contempt. She coldly said, "Get out of my way!"

However, the two men in black ignored Martina's reprimands, as if they hadn't heard her or seen the anger on her face. Seeing this, Martina was so angry that she laughed. With a wave of her hand, two ice blades shot out and stabbed towards the throats of the two men in black in front of her.

"Sizzle..."

The moment Martina fired her ice blade, a cloud of black mist appeared in mid-air without warning, enveloping the blade. Then, the black mist emitted several corrosive sounds before vanishing without a trace, just as unexpectedly as it appeared.

Seeing this, Martina immediately turned to look at a room in the corridor. As Martina looked, a thin man in a red suit, with a smile on his face and pale, bloodless skin, pushed open the door and slowly walked out of the room, appearing in Martina's field of vision.

"So, these two dared to stop me from seeing old Victor. It turns out you're backing them up, Tusam!" Martina said with a half-smile, looking at the man in red.

"Miss Martina, you may have misunderstood!" The man in red, whom Martina called "Tusam," shrugged innocently and continued, "Old Victor just told me personally that the professor wants to contact him and asked me to help prevent any irrelevant people from disturbing him!" Tusam emphasized the last four words, "irrelevant people," in front of Martina, making it very clear who he was referring to.

Martina was certainly not one to be trifled with. Before Tusam's voice had even fully faded, eight ice blades materialized out of thin air and shot towards Tusam's throat, thigh, ankle, heart, and other vital areas. These eight ice blades were a full size larger than the two ice blades Martina had just used, but their light was more restrained and powerful, and their speed was three times faster than before.

Seeing Martina's sudden attack, a hint of surprise flashed in Tusam's black pupils. However, he was not flustered in the face of this domineering ice blade. His eyes narrowed and countless black wisps, exactly the same as before, surged from his thin body. These black wisps were not a problem when they were small in scale, but now that they gathered in large swaths, they emitted an unpleasant fishy smell.

Tusam pushed forward with both hands, and the black mist immediately formed a wave of air that met the eight ice blades that were shooting towards him.

The ice blade collided with the black mist, and the black mist immediately enveloped the ice blade, just like before. The ice blade, enveloped by the black mist, visibly shrank under the corrosion of the black mist, and its flight speed decreased again and again. However, when a mocking look appeared on Tusam's thin face when he saw this scene, Martina, who was expressionless, pointed lightly in front of her.

With Martina's seemingly casual gesture, the eight ice blades shrouded in black mist immediately shone brightly, then exploded simultaneously within the mist. Instantly, a large amount of extremely cold mist surged forth from the black mist, and in the blink of an eye, the surging black mist that had just enveloped the ice blades was completely frozen into ice sculptures, then crumbled with a crisp sound, turning into black ice shards scattered all over the ground...

Having been tricked by Martina, Tusam, who had maintained a relaxed expression since his appearance, immediately lost his smile. Martina, standing opposite him, remained expressionless and indifferent. Just as a fierce glint appeared in Tusam's eyes, as he was about to retaliate, old Victor's aged voice rang out in the lobby on the first floor.

"We're all members of the Secret Society. Have you all forgotten what the professor said? If you have, this old man wouldn't mind helping you two remember!"

Old Victor's words made Tusam, who was originally going to continue, hesitate. After a dozen seconds, Tusam gave up the idea. He took a deep look at Martina and then went back to his room. Seeing that their boss had returned, the two men in black did not dare to cause any more trouble. They made way for Martina and retreated.

Martina walked up the stairs to the second floor, pushed open a brand new bronze door, and there stood old Victor sitting on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)