Wizard Earl

Upon hearing Varga's words, Connor's heart stirred. He opened his eyes, looked at Varga, and said in a deep voice, "Varga, believe me. In my heart, you will always be the most important person. I swear on the honor of the Ferguson family!"

As Connor finished speaking, Varga, who knew how important family honor was to a hereditary noble like Connor, showed a slight change in expression, and quietly lowered the dagger that had been pressed against Connor's neck.

Seeing this, Connor immediately decided to strike while the iron was hot and kissed Varga's red lips. However, to his surprise, Varga pushed him away forcefully. Feeling Varga's rejection, Connor hesitated for a moment and did not persist. He awkwardly withdrew his head.

"Let go!"

After a moment of silence, Varga glared at Connor, who was holding her tightly in his arms, and then said coldly:

"I won't let go!"

Connor, shameless and resolute, said:

Varga was furious at Connor's shameless behavior, but she was powerless to do anything about it. After a few more minutes of this standoff, a helpless Varga could only say to Connor, "Connor, give me some time to think about it!"

Seeing that Varga was softening her stance, Connor was overjoyed. He knew when to stop, released Varga, and said very sincerely, "Thank you!"

Growing up from the bed, Varga dressed under Connor's watchful gaze, then said to Connor very seriously, "Connor Ferguson, I'm telling you, you can't touch me until I've thought it through, or I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!"

After saying that, Varga ignored Connor's bitter expression, turned around, and walked out of the room back to her potion laboratory.

Watching Varga's graceful figure disappear into the distance, Connor's face showed some frustration due to the need to abstain from sex for a period of time, but in his heart, Connor was overjoyed.

This situation is the best Connor could have imagined. Although Varga's reaction was somewhat intense, she did not completely reject him, forcing Connor to choose between her and Varga. This is already a very good start for Connor. Connor never expected to get Varga to agree to share him with Margaret on the first try.

With such a good start, Connor was very confident that he would successfully persuade Varga to accept Margaret in the following months.

The thought of potentially having both Varga and Margaret, two great beauties, in the future brought an expectant smile to Connor's face.

After imagining a wonderful future for a while, Connor readjusted his mindset and returned to his room. His top priority now was to deal with the Paye Gold and then lay an ambush on Robelli. Otherwise, keeping that guy around would always be a menace!

The following night, with a muffled thud, the alchemy furnace in the center of the room slowly opened, and a black mist poured out from it. Then, a dark red metal block the size of an egg appeared in Connor's sight.

Connor, who was already dressed in a sealed protective suit, carefully examined the dark red metal block with his mental energy, sensing the hidden but intense radiation it emitted. A strange smile appeared on his face.

With this, Robbie, this information broker, is nothing but a skeleton in Connor's eyes, his death imminent!

Connor, dressed in a sealed protective suit, took out a sealed bronze box that he had prepared in advance from his spatial ring. He carefully reached out and placed the dark red metal block that had just been refined in the alchemy furnace into the bronze box. After leaving a message for Varga, he hurriedly left the town of Aryan under the cover of darkness.

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"Excuse me, are you Mr. Robbie? Is there a package for you here?"

In the city center of Frosinone, at 63 Zanetti Street, a kind-looking deliveryman gently knocked on Alsha's door.

The door of the eyeglasses shop opened towards the fat old man sitting on the sofa, drinking beer and reading a newspaper, and said:

Upon hearing that the person entering the shop was a deliveryman, and that he had a package for him, Robelli, who was engrossed in reading the *Ruen Morning Post*, subtly gleamed in his small eyes. He discreetly sized up the deliveryman, and after confirming that he was just an ordinary person, he slowly stood up from the sofa, nodded to the deliveryman, and said, "That's right, I am Robelli!"

"Mr. Robley, this is for you. If there are no problems, please sign here!" The deliveryman took out a small package and a delivery confirmation slip from his backpack and handed them to Robley.

Despite some doubts about the package's light weight, Robbie still wrote his name on the delivery confirmation.

After completing the delivery, the honest-looking courier took back the delivery confirmation slip and hurriedly left Arshavin Optical Shop to continue his hustle and bustle for a living.

Meanwhile, Robelli, after receiving the package, was very cautious. He locked the door of the eyeglasses shop and hung up the "Closed" sign. Only after doing this did Robelli take the package to the back of the shop. The back of the shop was about fifty square meters. The space itself was not very large, but it was filled with many things that looked like precision instruments for making eyeglasses, as well as some materials and semi-finished products. This made the already small back of the shop seem even more cramped.

Upon arriving at the back room, Robbie easily pushed open the door. In the corner, there was a large iron box containing various glass lenses. Instantly, a hole appeared silently on the smooth floor. Without hesitation, Robbie leaped into the hole.

Below the cave entrance was a dark and damp basement, about 100 square meters in size. In the very center of the basement were more than a dozen bronze coffins of different sizes and shapes, making the entire basement look like a morgue.

Moreover, in the four corners of this basement, there were many skull candlesticks. As the white candles on the candlesticks burned, the entire basement was filled with a nauseating grayish-white gas.

The basement walls were covered with countless Odin runes, seemingly carved in blood. All of this made the 100-square-meter basement appear extremely eerie and sinister...