Wizard Earl

"I was hoping that Connor and Bispin could team up to take down Prince Boateng without getting our hands dirty, but it seems that Prince Boateng, hiding in West Ham City for so many years, has been blinded by hatred and hasn't improved his strength at all. He can't even handle that bastard Connor Ferguson. He's really getting worse with age, a complete waste!" Adolf, still somewhat angry at his son's incompetence, cursed fiercely at the unconscious Prince Boateng on the ground.

As Isabella listened to Adolf's explanation, the doubt on her face gradually lessened. She pondered for a moment, then asked Adolf, "Teacher Adolf, what should we do next?"

"In an hour, I will extract a portion of Prince Boateng's memories, including Alberto's ice magic, into a crystal ball. Isabella, you can then take this crystal ball to the town of Aryan and find Connor Ferguson!" Adolf said in a deep voice.

"Looking for Connor Ferguson? Why go looking for him?" Upon hearing Connor's name, Isabella's beautiful eyes immediately flashed with disgust. Before Adolf could finish speaking, she asked him with great confusion:

Although Isabella interrupted him, Adolf was not annoyed at all and continued to patiently explain to her:

"Isabella, you must understand, although my mental strength is not weak, I am not a psychic wizard. The precision of my control over mental power is not enough to allow me to cast a soul-capturing spell on a wizard of the same level. If I forcibly search Prince Boateng's mind, there will only be one consequence: Prince Boateng's head will explode immediately. Not only will we get nothing, but we will also be implicated as the one who did this to the Boateng family!"

"What I can do is extract some information from Prince Boateng's memories into the crystal ball. As for identifying and collecting the specific information about Alberto's ice magic, that requires more precise and accurate mental control, which is beyond my ability."

"Those capable of doing this are few and far between throughout the entire secret society. The closest one to you is Connor Ferguson. He's a psychic wizard who inherited Reyes's mantle and practices the Abyss Arcane Arts. Isabella can definitely help you!"

Although she knew Adolf's words were true, Isabella still felt a little unwilling at the thought of having to find Connor Ferguson. She asked, "Professor Adolf, since I still have some time before breaking through to become a Level One Wizard, after you extract the information into the crystal ball, I can wait until things are over in Frosinone. After I return to headquarters, I can have my father help me distinguish and collect the information related to Alberto's ice magic!"

In response to Isabella's question, Adolf shook his head, then looked at Isabella and said, "Isabella, you don't really think I just wanted you to go ask Connor for help, do you?"

"what!"

Upon hearing Adolf's words, Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. However, she was no fool, and after only a few seconds, she realized what he meant. A glint flashed in her eyes, and she lowered her voice, saying, "Framed?"

Adolf gave Isabella a look that said, "You're a promising student." He continued, "After I extract some of Prince Boateng's memories into the crystal ball, I will treat the crystal ball specially so that Connor won't know whose memories are in it."

"However, in the process of Connor using this crystal ball, he will inevitably become tainted with Prince Boateng's aura. After Prince Boateng dies, his soul lamp in the Boateng family will be extinguished, and the Boateng family will use the Blood Soul Instrument to detect who the murderer is!"

"Bispin's strength is no secret. While he could certainly kill Prince Boateng, the chances are slim. So, to frame Bispin, we can't just pin it on him alone; we need to implicate Connor Ferguson as well. Only then will the Boateng family believe that Bispin and Connor Ferguson were responsible for Prince Boateng's death!" A sinister smile crept across Adolf's aged face as he whispered.

Upon hearing that Connor Ferguson was to be blamed, Isabella, who had been extremely reluctant just a minute before, suddenly brightened up and looked eager to try. She confidently told Adolf, "Don't worry, Professor Adolf, I know what to do!"

An hour later, Isabella left Unicorn General Store in a black carriage and headed towards the town of Aryan. In the secret warehouse of Unicorn General Store, only Adolf and Prince Boateng remained.

Looking somewhat tired, Adolf sat on a crate in the warehouse and took out a bottle of unlabeled red wine from his spatial ring. He didn't use a wine glass but drank it directly from the bottle in a very rough manner.

Opposite Adolf, Prince Boateng, wearing a brass ring around his neck, was in a huge shipping container filled with water, which looked like it had originally contained some kind of heavy metal.

The water in the container submerged Prince Boateng's chest, leaving only his head above the surface. Under Adolf's watchful gaze, Prince Boateng slowly awoke. The moment he looked up, he saw Adolf drinking red wine in front of him, gulping it down.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Adolf, and glancing around at his surroundings, Prince Boateng, already severely wounded and subdued from the water, ceased his struggles. He sighed softly, then looked at the grey-robed elder Adolf sitting atop a cargo container, sipping red wine, and spoke again:

"Adolf, there doesn't seem to be any hatred between us, so why do you want to kill me?" Prince Boateng's voice was calm, but the doubt and confusion in his words were obvious.

"Alberto's Ice Magic, frame Bispin!" After glancing at Prince Boateng, Adolf took another gulp of red wine and said without any attempt to hide his intentions:

Hearing Adolf's answer, Prince Boateng appeared disappointed. He shook his head and said, "This answer is enough to fool Isabella, not me, a dying man. Given my condition just now, if you want Alberto's Ice Magic for Isabella, I couldn't refuse you if you asked, Adolf!"