Wizard Earl

Chapter 638 The Goatee Old Man

Upon hearing Varga's account, Connor was genuinely surprised. He never expected that old Victor had already placed surveillance equipment in that house, and that Varga had discovered it. If that was the case, then the three metal blocks, silver ring, and crystal bead he found in Varga's room were quite interesting!

Connor considered himself to know old Victor fairly well. He was a very cunning and treacherous old man who would never make the same mistake twice. Since the surveillance devices he had set up had been discovered by Varga, he would definitely not make the same mistake again. But if these three surveillance devices were not set up by old Victor, then who was it?

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While Connor was still puzzled about who had installed the three surveillance devices, Ruen...

A storm is brewing quietly at the Pinsorio estate in the suburbs.

In the very center of Pinsolio Manor, a stream flows through the water. The stream is crystal clear, and fish swim freely in it. An old man with a goatee and another old man with a slightly hunched back are sitting by the pond, leisurely fishing with fishing rods in hand.

"Have you decided?"

Feeling the fishing rod sway slightly, the goatee-bearded old man flicked his wrist, and instantly a gleaming silver carp, weighing five or six pounds, was pulled from the water. As he placed the carp into the bucket in front of him, he spoke calmly to the slightly hunched old man beside him:

In response to the goatee-bearded old man's question, the somewhat hunched old Victor, holding his fishing rod, nodded calmly and said, "Well, after I finish dealing with things here, I'll give it one last try. If I fail this time, these old bones of mine will have to give up."

"Do you need my help with things here?"

The old man with the goatee lowered the baited fishing rod back into the water and said in his usual calm voice:

Although the goatee-wearing old man asked if he needed help, old Victor's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and he said apologetically to the old man, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir!"

The goatee-wearing elder readily accepted Victor's apology, waving his hand meaningfully and saying, "Since I accepted the professor's invitation and joined the secret society, there's no question of me bothering you. But Victor, I think you should understand that Rune isn't just mine!"

The goatee-wearing elder's admonition seemed to solidify old Victor's resolve. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice to the elder, "One month! One month. I will resolve everything here and then attempt to break through to become a formal wizard!"

Old Victor's promise seemed to greatly satisfy the goatee-wearing old man, who then shook his fishing rod and said with some annoyance, "Although Langley has been keeping a low profile lately, that's what makes him most dangerous. Nobody knows what he's preparing..."

Upon hearing the goatee-wearing old man mention Langley, a fleeting glint of light flashed in old Victor's eyes. He then said in a low voice, "Two people from the Black Organization have secretly arrived in Rune this past week. One is named Semedo, who entered from Granada province by carriage, and the other is named Pike, who entered from Garotenia province by train. Semedo is currently staying at the Mr. Bean Inn in the western part of Rune, while Pike is staying at the Louis Mansion in the eastern part."

Old Victor's words immediately piqued the interest of the goatee-wearing elder. He put down his fishing rod, squinted at Old Victor, and asked, "Do you know what level of cultivation those two possess? What is their purpose in coming to Rune?"

"Semedo is a mid-level wizard apprentice, but he is an alchemist, and Pick is a high-level wizard apprentice. As for their purpose in coming to Rune, you will probably have to find the answer yourself, sir!" Old Victor said with a smile.

The goatee-wearing old man gave old Victor a deep look and said meaningfully, "Victor, I'm very satisfied with your work in the Rune intelligence network!"

"It is my honor to serve you, sir!" Faced with the goatee-wearing elder's deeply meaningful praise, old Victor maintained a smile on his aged face and replied:

"Is the professor at the Bernabéu in the capital now?" After exchanging a glance with old Victor, the goatee-bearded elder suddenly changed the subject and said:

Although the change of topic by the "sir" he was referring to was somewhat abrupt, old Victor seemed to have anticipated this, and said slowly and deliberately, "It wasn't just you, sir; Bisping, Covington, and Southgate also went to the Bernabéu!"

The appearance of the names Covington, Bispin, and Southgate immediately caused the previously jovial goatee to become serious, his expression turning grave. He said, "Southgate, Bispin, Covington—these three first-level wizards, plus the professor—you've mobilized your full strength in the capital, Bernabéu. Tell me, what exactly is the professor plotting?"

Hearing the goatee-bearded old man, who had just claimed to have joined the secret society, now use the word "you," old Victor's aged face revealed a playful expression. Then, under the goatee-bearded old man's gaze, he spoke, "I am merely a steward of the master. Do you think the master would tell me what he wants to do?"

Old Victor's question immediately displeased the goatee-bearded elder. However, just as he was about to say something more, Old Victor suddenly took out a letter from his spatial ring and handed it to him.

Upon seeing the letter handed to him by old Victor, the goatee-bearded old man's eyes gleamed. Although he had a vague idea of ​​what it was, he didn't immediately take the letter. Instead, he looked at old Victor and asked, "What is this?"

"I'm just the master's butler, and naturally he wouldn't tell me his plans. But in his eyes, you, sir, are a very important collaborator. He knows you're very well-informed, so to prevent any misunderstandings, he specially wrote this personal letter and asked me to deliver it to you!" Old Victor explained.

Seeing that the letter was exactly as he had imagined, the goatee-bearded old man had no more doubts and took the letter from old Victor to examine it.

After carefully examining the seemingly ordinary letter from top to bottom, the goatee-wearing old man calmly tapped the letter with his index finger.

(End of this chapter)