Wizard Earl

Chapter 720 A Chance Encounter on the Train (2)

"Thump! Thump!"

Upon hearing the voice, the middle-aged man with a thick beard's expression changed slightly. However, before he could make a further move, the door to his small compartment was suddenly opened, and someone he never expected walked into the compartment…

Connor walked into the small private room with a normal expression, then closed the door and sat down opposite the middle-aged bearded man.

Looking at Connor's disguised face across from him, the middle-aged man with a thick beard sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "Connor Ferguson, I seem to have underestimated you. You're more difficult to deal with than I imagined!"

Hearing the middle-aged bearded man reveal his identity, Connor showed no surprise. The little frog that this guy had just used was not an ordinary alchemical puppet, but a high-end alchemical puppet that even Connor's current alchemical skills could not create. With such an alchemical puppet, it was clear that the middle-aged bearded man in front of him was no ordinary person.

For such a person to contact me using a high-end alchemical puppet and even equip me with a small wax pill, it's clear that the other party came prepared and definitely knows who I am!

"Give me a reason not to kill you!" Facing the middle-aged bearded man so close to him, Connor didn't mince words and spoke coldly. He made no attempt to hide the killing intent in his eyes. Connor's powerful and keen intuition as a psychic wizard allowed him to clearly sense that although this middle-aged bearded man was a high-level wizarding apprentice like himself, he was clearly a step below him in terms of strength.

"Connor, you may be stronger than me, but you can't kill me!" The middle-aged man with a thick beard shook his head and said in a low, hoarse voice:

Hearing this, Connor suddenly had a playful expression on his face, and without any warning, he said leisurely, "We're so close, do you think such a beautiful face wouldn't be pretty if it had two deep, bone-revealing scars on either side?"

Before Connor could finish speaking, the middle-aged, bearded man sitting opposite him, realizing that Connor had discovered his secret, immediately changed his expression slightly. He then lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and continued, "Connor, how did you find out?"

Although the middle-aged bearded man's tone remained the same, this time his voice transformed from a hoarse middle-aged man's voice into a clear and melodious young girl's voice, returning to his original normal voice. The change was so dramatic that it was truly astonishing.

Meanwhile, Connor, upon hearing such a girlish voice from the mouth of a rugged-looking middle-aged man, managed to suppress his expression, but a fleeting look of surprise crossed his face. He had only just noticed that although the man in front of him had a rugged appearance, his voice sounded as if it were synthesized from alchemical materials, so he had impulsively tried to trick him, and unexpectedly, he had actually managed to get the truth out of him!

After waiting a while, seeing that Connor didn't answer her question, the girl disguised as a middle-aged man with a thick beard didn't press the matter. Instead, she gave Connor a deep look and said, "Connor, you haven't seen the wax pill I gave you yet, have you? Everything you want to know is in there!"

"You should know I'm a psychic wizard, right? As a psychic wizard, rather than gleaning limited answers from the wax pellet, I'm better at extracting what I want from your divine sea!" Connor raised an eyebrow, looking at the girl who hadn't yet revealed her true form, and said:

Connor's provocative words failed to provoke any anger in the girl disguised as a middle-aged, bearded man. She simply shook her head, then looked at Connor and said in her clear, melodious voice, "Connor, as I just said, you can't kill me. And most importantly, you should know that I'm not your enemy. On the contrary, I think we have a common enemy!"

The girl emphasized her last words, making it seem like she was implying something. Connor, sitting opposite her, didn't show any change in expression, but his guess became clearer.

"Tsk tsk tsk, after all that nonsense, you still haven't said what I'm interested in!" Connor said calmly, his voice flat, but his gaze towards the other person was icy cold.

Seeing Connor pressing closer, a hint of anger flickered in the girl's eyes, hidden beneath the appearance of the middle-aged, bearded man. However, she ultimately didn't express her anger, but hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice, "My name is Isabella. As for my identity, Connor, you're a smart man; you must have already guessed it, right?"

Hearing the question posed by the woman who identified herself as "Miss Isabella," Connor smiled slightly with amusement, then said slowly, "Although I have already made some discoveries, I still hope that Miss Isabella can personally enlighten me!"

"Secret Society, King!" Isabella glared fiercely at Connor and said in a deep voice:

"Very good! Miss Isabella, I am very satisfied with your performance. I have one last question, Miss Isabella, would you mind letting me see your true appearance? Such a simple question, I think Miss Isabella wouldn't refuse me, would she?" Connor said slowly.

Before Connor could finish speaking, he was stared at with "murderous eyes" by this girl who called herself Isabella. However, Connor had been around for many years and his skin was thick enough that he remained calm and composed, with a faint smile still appearing on his face.

A few seconds later, Miss Isabella, perhaps realizing that a confrontation with Connor would do her no good, ultimately chose to compromise. She took a deep breath, then extended a finger and gently touched her face. Instantly, a faint white light appeared on Isabella's face. When the light faded, Isabella reached out and touched her face again; this time, she removed a transparent mask as thin as a cicada's wing…

As the mask fell away, Isabella's true face was revealed to Connor: flawless white skin, a small, round oval face, exquisite features, and eyes as blue as the sky. All these wonderful qualities came together on Isabella's face, making her a truly natural beauty!

(End of this chapter)