Wizard Earl

Arbeloa wasn't surprised by Rachel's question. He carefully considered his words before saying to Rachel, "I heard a few days ago that his health was very bad. Even Professor Weidman, the royal physician and professor of medicine at Carmen University from the Bernabéu, said his chances were slim. However, I heard that his condition seems to be stabilizing these days and hasn't worsened. Perhaps some miracle will happen..."

"Arbeloa, shall we leave here, leave Frosinone?" Upon hearing Arbeloa's words, Rachel Ferguson suddenly turned to look at him and said:

Arbeloa was startled by his wife's words. In his eyes, his wife had grown up in the Ferguson family and in Frosinone. She had a deep affection for both her family and the city. Why was she suddenly telling him that his family should leave Frosinone?

Before Arbeloa could ask, Rachel Ferguson leaned into his arms and whispered, "Honey, although I haven't asked you about it all these years, I've heard about some of the things you've done at the company. Once the old patriarch passes away, Connor Ferguson will undoubtedly be the family's heir, the new Earl Ferguson."

"Although Conor Ferguson hasn't returned to the family in the past ten years, I know what he was like when he was young. If he finds out what you've been doing at the company, he will absolutely not let you off the hook!"

Hearing his wife ask them to leave Frosinone because she was worried about him, Arbeloa felt a warm current flow through his heart. Although he held Connor Ferguson, the knight, in some contempt, Arbeloa didn't show his true feelings. Instead, he kissed his wife's smooth forehead and whispered, "Rachel, don't worry, I'll handle everything. You just need to stay home and take care of our precious little Sarah!"

"Mmm!" Reassured by her husband, Rachel's mood improved considerably, and she responded softly.

After comforting his wife and telling his daughter a story to lull her to sleep before bed, Arbeloa and Rachel engaged in some vigorous pre-sleep activities. Late at night, sensing that Rachel was fast asleep, Arbeloa quietly opened his eyes, tucked Rachel in, and then quietly went to his study in the villa.

After closing the study door, Arbeloa, as usual, sat cross-legged on the floor and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, a slight energy fluctuation began to emanate from his body. There was no doubt that Arbeloa, the general manager of Ferguson Minerals Distribution Company, was a wizard. Moreover, judging from the energy fluctuations on his body, he had been on the path of wizarding in pursuit of truth for quite some time and was already an intermediate wizarding apprentice, just one step away from becoming an advanced wizarding apprentice. He was not someone who had just started cultivating.

Although Arbeloa had tried very hard to enter the meditative state he was going to practice that night, for some reason he couldn't get into the state. After trying several times, Arbeloa still felt that his mind was not at peace and he couldn't enter the deep meditative state he had before. This situation made Arbeloa feel very frustrated. After thinking for a while and still not figuring it out, he stopped worrying about it and opened a cabinet in the study. He then took out a half-empty bottle of Roman Noconti and a wine glass.

Arbeloa poured himself a glass of Conti, and just as he was about to finish it, go back to bed, and cuddle with his wife, deciding to deal with the inability to enter a meditative state tomorrow, a faint voice reached his ears.

"I haven't had a drink for several days. If you don't mind, I'll have one too!"

Upon hearing this sudden sound, Arbeloa was startled and nearly dropped the wine glass he was holding. However, before he could understand what was happening, a crystal wine glass floated in mid-air in front of him without any warning.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Arbeloa was undoubtedly terrified. However, he possessed a certain courage and didn't show excessive fear. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and after calming himself, he poured the bottle of Romano Conti into the crystal glass floating in front of him. Coincidentally, after pouring himself a glass of Conti, the remaining wine in Arbeloa's glass perfectly filled the crystal glass—not a drop more, not a drop less…

After pouring the wine, Arbeloa heard that faint voice again.

Thank you!

After the voice faded, the crystal glass filled with Roman Noconti was filled, and under Arbeloa's gaze, the man sat down in the study chair. Then, a scene Arbeloa would never forget unfolded: a young man dressed in a black robe appeared out of thin air in the chair that belonged to him. He then picked up the crystal glass of Roman Noconti that Arbeloa had filled and took a small sip. The young man then closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the rich aroma of Roman Noconti.

Watching the black-robed man's actions, Arbeloa remained expressionless, but his mind was racing. He didn't know who this black-robed man, who had suddenly appeared in his study and asked him for a drink, was, or what his purpose was in coming here.

However, Arbeloa was very clear about one thing: since this young man in black robes was able to appear in his study without him noticing at all, it meant that this person's strength was definitely above his own, and not just by a little or two, but by a lot!

Because of the Imperial Secret Service's laissez-faire attitude and the dominance of the Frosinone Earth God Cult, the living conditions for black wizards here are not too harsh. Arbeloa has disguised himself and participated in underground gatherings among Frosinone black wizards on several occasions.

Arbeloa had seen advanced wizard apprentices at gatherings more than once. While he could clearly sense that these apprentices were far stronger than himself, none had ever given him the same shock as this young man before him. This feeling instilled in Arbeloa a profound sense of defeat he had never experienced before, as if the man could kill him with the mere flick of a finger…