Wizard Earl

"You ran into Prince Boateng?"

Upon hearing Connor's words, an expression of disbelief appeared on Varga's pretty face, and she asked Connor in surprise:

"That's right. By sheer chance, I ran into Prince Boateng, and in a moment of quick thinking, I set up an alchemical trap to ambush him. Although I didn't kill him, I made him no longer a threat to me. If he's wise, he'd better take the train back to West Ham, where his Boateng family is located. If he waits any longer and Bispin gets the news, he might have a hard time leaving Frosinone!" Connor said with a smile, his words full of confidence.

Seeing that Connor didn't seem to be joking, Varga looked Connor up and down, then suddenly reached out and placed her hand on Connor's body. The next second, Connor felt Varga's vibrant magic begin to examine his body. Knowing that Varga was worried about him, a warm feeling washed over Connor, and he let Varga's magic examine his body.

Varga's examination of Connor was very thorough, lasting a full ten minutes before she finally withdrew her hand from Connor's body. Then, she took out several vials of medicine from her spatial ring, threw them at Connor, gave him a big eye roll, turned around, and went back to her room, slamming the door shut.

Watching Varga turn around, her shapely back revealing a captivating silhouette, Connor smiled, shook his head, and returned to his room.

Isabella's request is not difficult for Connor given his current level of mental control, but three days is not a very long time, so Connor needs to hurry.

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Five days later, in the hall of the Fonseca manor on the outskirts of Frosinone.

More than twenty people dressed in various attire, but all wearing masks, sat scattered throughout the hall. Apart from a few who had come together, the rest maintained a distance of at least three meters from each other. In the center of the hall, a tall, imposing man wearing a golden mask held a chilling cross-shaped sword and spoke in a deep voice to those seated around him:

"Mr. Number Three has offered 120 magic stones for this Tier 1 attack-enchanted item, the Winters Sword. Is there anyone willing to bid higher?"

"One hundred and twenty magic stones, for the first time!"

"One hundred and twenty magic stones, for the second time!"

"The Sword of Winters, for the last time, 120 magic stones! Congratulations to Mr. Number Three for acquiring the Sword of Winters!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the auctioneer, wearing a golden mask, lightly patted the cross-shaped sword in his hand. Instantly, the Winters sword, exuding a chilling aura, was thrown towards a man sitting in a corner of the hall, wearing a dark red metal mask.

The man wearing a dark red metal mask, under the watchful gaze of the golden-masked host, took the cross-shaped sword, briefly inspected it, and nodded in satisfaction after confirming there were no problems. He then took out a leather pouch from his spatial ring and tossed it to the host in the center of the hall.

Having received the 120 magic stones from the small leather bag, the host, having completed the transaction, tossed the leather bag back to the man wearing the dark red mask, and then addressed the crowd seated around him:

"All fifteen items in this auction have been sold. The remaining hour and a half is for free trading. During this hour and a half, the Dark Luo Society will only be responsible for maintaining order and will not be liable for any transactions. Please remember this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the auctioneer wearing a golden mask turned and left the center of the hall without looking back, leaving the spacious center of the hall to everyone present.

In a corner of the hall, Connor, wearing a bronze mask, casually glanced around. The auction he was attending was organized by the Dark Lords, a small wizarding organization in Frosinone. Although the auction was small, there were only about twenty people.

However, the quality of the goods auctioned at the fair was quite good, so during his time in Frosinone, Connor regarded the auctions held by the Dark Society from time to time as an important channel for him to acquire items, and participated in them many times incognito.

Seeing that no one was ready to make the first free trade, Connor prepared to step forward and buy some potions for Varga to make potions and alchemy materials he needed. Normally, Connor would patiently watch other people's trades, but today was different. Today was the fifth anniversary of his relationship with Varga.

Although Varga hasn't said anything these past few days, it's clear she's been really looking forward to it. So Connor is also putting a lot of effort into it, planning a romantic evening tonight to give Varga a big surprise and ensure he has a fulfilling night. Therefore, Connor has no interest in fighting now; he intends to collect what he needs as quickly as possible so he can go home and prepare for tonight's romantic evening with Varga…

Just as Connor was about to get up, a young man wearing a black mask, not far to his left, couldn't wait any longer and strode over to the center of the hall. Seeing someone move, Connor, though a little anxious, wasn't in a hurry. He sat down and looked at the young man with interest. For some reason, Connor had a feeling that this young man would bring him something interesting.

Sure enough, under Connor's gaze, the young man wearing a black mask spoke with earth-shattering words. He said with slight excitement, "The skeleton found in the Saul Swamp two days ago has been officially confirmed to be that of Prince Boateng, a core member of the Prince family. Does any of you know the details of this matter? I can offer twenty magic stones!"

"Prince Boateng? Skeleton?"

Upon hearing the information from the young man, Connor, who had been calm and composed, immediately became serious.

Five days ago, although he severely injured Prince Boateng with the help of the Alchemy Agency, Prince Boateng still had a strong ability to resist at that time. That's why he gave up the opportunity to beat a dog when he was down and let Prince Boateng go. If this young man is not wrong, Prince Boateng is dead. So who killed Prince Boateng?