Wizard Earl

Chapter 777 A Reprimand of Robben and Ribery (3)

"Mr. Robberry, the Earth God Cult has become aware of your use of Fabio's corpse-refining technique to extract S-oil from wizard corpses. They've specifically brought in a master investigator, Matthew Sme, from the church in North Verna to investigate you. Mr. Robberry, we hope you're prepared. If you need our help, we'd be happy to assist you!"

Without further hesitation, Isabella pushed open the door and walked out of the Arshavin Glasses Shop that belonged to Robbie. Although Robbie had maintained a calm expression until Isabella left, he could no longer control his expression after she was gone. He murmured in disbelief, "Isabella... how could she know..."

After warning Robelli, Isabella left Arshavin's Glasses Shop and got into a quaint black carriage parked on Via Zanetti. Inside, the grey-robed elder Adolf, who had left Arshavin's Glasses earlier, was waiting for Isabella's return. As Isabella settled into the carriage, the driver lightly flicked his whip and drove the carriage towards the Correcia Estate on the outskirts of Frosinone.

"Miss Isabella, do you really believe that old man Robelli would care about that grandson, little Kellerman?" As the carriage drove out of Street Zanetti, Adolf, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly asked Isabella:

Faced with Adolf's question, Isabella replied without hesitation, "I don't believe it! Back then, the old devil Foster of the Bloodwing Cult threatened Robley's son, daughter-in-law, wife, and granddaughter—a family of four—to make him work for him, but that old bastard Robley remained unmoved and watched them being killed by Foster. Now, it's just a mere grandson, little Kellerman. Why would Robley be threatened by us because of him?"

"I just used Kellerman to test Robbie. Although Robbie reacted strongly and seemed angry because I threatened him with Kellerman, the old man was just putting on an act. He may care about Kellerman, but he will never be swayed by us because of him!"

Seeing that Isabella wasn't fooled by Robelli's "acting," Adolf opened his eyes, looked at Isabella, and nodded with satisfaction, saying, "You did better than I expected. With your warning today, Robelli should behave himself for a while!"

Hearing Adolf's words, Isabella's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she coldly said, "That old bastard Robelli will stop at nothing to break through and prolong his lifespan. He actually wants to use Fabio's corpse-refining technique to create S-oil, and then use this S-oil to turn him into the legendary lich. Isn't he afraid that the corpse energy will enter his brain and cause him to lose control? He thinks he can use some tricks to cover up the fact that he's creating an armored corpse, but little does he know that his little tricks have already been seen through by Teacher Adolf!"

"If Robelli were using other people's corpses, it wouldn't matter. But since he dared to target our secret society, and our current deal with the Boateng family still relies on Robelli's intelligence network in the Odin Empire, once that channel with the Boateng family is established, Robelli will be worthless. Then I'll settle all the old scores with him!" Isabella said, a murderous glint in her beautiful eyes.

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, she seemed to sense something. She frowned slightly, then, in front of Adolf, took out a token from her spatial ring. Her fair finger lightly touched the token, and a hoarse male voice came from it: "Miss Isabella, we administered the 'Ten Thousand Insect Pill' to Vidigal Cavani. He couldn't withstand the pill's effects and has finally confessed!"

Upon hearing the message from the token, Isabella's pretty face immediately lit up with joy. She quickly used the token to give instructions: "Marat, you hold Vidigal Cavani under control for now. Teacher Adolf and I will head back immediately. Marat, make sure Vidigal Cavani doesn't say anything when we get back!"

"Understood!" The man called Marat on the other end of the token said affirmatively in his hoarse voice:

After ending her call with Marat, Isabella immediately called out to the coachman outside the carriage, "We're not going back to Corecia Manor, we're going to Goretzka Club!"

"Yes!" Upon hearing Isabella's command, the coachman, while skillfully maneuvering the carriage, respectfully replied:

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"See you tomorrow, Manager Arbeloa!"

"See you tomorrow, Manager! I'll definitely have this month's sales report ready by tomorrow morning!"

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In Frosinone, at 75 Oronia Street, in front of the headquarters of Ferguson Minerals Distribution Company, amidst the respectful farewells of the company employees, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a briefcase, with an unremarkable appearance, slightly overweight but with an extremely upright posture, waved goodbye to everyone, and then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, boarded a spacious carriage.

Once the middle-aged man was seated in the carriage, the coachman cracked his whip and drove the carriage away from Oronia Street. Although the roads in Frosinone city were much smoother than the dirt roads in the suburbs and towns, the carriage still experienced noticeable bumps as it traveled on them.

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Arbeloa, who was already somewhat tired, showed a hint of impatience on his face. However, perhaps knowing that even if he got angry, he couldn't change the road conditions in the inner city of Frosinone, he simply took off his gold-rimmed glasses, put them back in their case, and put them in his briefcase.

After putting away his glasses, Arbeloa rubbed his temples to relieve some of his fatigue. Then he took out a pack of Glorious brand cigarettes, which were very popular in Frosinone, and a very finely crafted silver lighter from his jacket pocket.

Arbeloa took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then held the lighter over, gently pressing it. With a "click!", an orange flame shot out from the lighter, lighting the cigarette.

(End of this chapter)