Wizard Earl

If I can't give her a reasonable explanation and a result that satisfies her, there's no doubt that Margaret's blood witchcraft and ice storm will definitely come at me, the heartless man who deceived her feelings, in the next second!

After greeting Sir Ferguson, Margaret gave Connor another cold look. Sensing Margaret's anger, Connor said helplessly in a low voice, "Margaret, you should know very well what we'll face once our relationship becomes public."

Hearing Connor's words, Margaret gave him a deep look, then a mocking smile appeared on her beautiful face. She then said to Connor, feigning indifference, "So, Connor Ferguson, is this why you told your father that Varga is your future wife?"

Although Connor didn't spell it out explicitly, Margaret understood perfectly what he meant. She was a priestess of the Storm Church, and Connor's public identity was Earl Ferguson of the Kaman Empire. If the Storm Church found out about her relationship with Connor, the Storm Church, which was extremely sensitive to collusion between clergy and the imperial authorities, would immediately take her into custody and thoroughly investigate her relationship with Connor Ferguson!

By then, Margaret's cultivation of blood witchcraft and Connor's status as a dark wizard will not be able to be kept secret from the powerful Black Organization of the Storm Church. In the end, not only will Margaret be doomed, but Connor will also face the relentless pursuit of the Storm Church, and even the Ferguson family will be in big trouble!

Even if Connor didn't say it, Margaret understood this principle long ago. In fact, when they first got together, Margaret realized that before she became powerful enough to make the Church of Storms wary, her relationship with Connor had to remain hidden in the shadows. So, Margaret didn't mind that Connor couldn't give her a formal title. The reason Margaret was so distraught now was simply because Connor had promised Varga at old Ferguson's tombstone that she would be his future wife, a promise he couldn't keep!

Faced with Margaret's sarcasm, Connor had many explanations he wanted to offer, but when he saw the look in Margaret's eyes, all those explanations stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless. After a long silence, Connor met Margaret's gaze and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry!"

Upon hearing Connor's apology, Margaret smiled sadly and turned to leave. However, Connor naturally wouldn't let Margaret leave and pulled her into his arms from behind as she turned to leave.

Connor knew very well that if he let Margaret leave at this point, given Margaret's personality, they would become strangers from then on, with no possibility of a future together. This was something Connor was unwilling to accept, so he had to be a little thick-skinned at this moment.

"Let me go!"

Caught off guard, Margaret, held tightly in Connor's arms, tried several times to break free but failed. She then coldly said:

"Margaret, I'll make it up to you!" Connor buried his head in Margaret's fiery red hair, took a deep breath, and whispered in her ear:

Margaret was clearly unmoved by Connor's pleas. A cold glint appeared in her eyes as she warned Connor with even greater iciness, "Connor Ferguson, I'm warning you, let me go!"

"Even if you kill me today, Margaret, I won't let you go!"

Although Margaret's words carried a clear warning, Connor remained unfazed. He even tightened his embrace around her. Hearing Connor's words, a complex emotion flickered in Margaret's beautiful eyes, her back to him. But the next second, she abruptly turned around in Connor's arms, a dark purple dagger gleaming coldly appearing silently in her hand. Without any resistance, the dagger feinted towards Connor's throat before plunging into his shoulder…

Instantly, bright red blood flowed from the wound on Connor's shoulder, and pain surged through Connor's nerve center like a tidal wave. Despite the pain in the wound, Connor did not loosen his grip on Margaret.

Seeing Connor enduring the pain without uttering a sound, Margaret's heart softened in the end. After all, she was only angry for a moment and didn't really want to leave Connor. So she took out a bottle of hemostatic medicine from her spatial ring and applied it evenly to the wound on Connor's shoulder. Then she wrapped a bandage around the wound. After doing this, she sighed softly and said to Connor with feigned ferocity, "Connor Ferguson, you'd better think about how you're going to make it up to me!"

Hearing Margaret say this, Connor was overjoyed, knowing that Margaret had tacitly agreed. He quickly grasped Margaret's hand and solemnly promised, "Margaret, I swear to the Goddess of Storms, I will treat you well and will never let you down!"

Seeing that Connor, such a ruthless dark wizard, was swearing an oath to his goddess of storms, Margaret found it both amusing and gave him a slight glare before softly saying, "I have things to do in Frosinone. I'll come see you again in a while!"

"How can I contact you?"

Connor immediately asked Margaret, as he had finally met her again in Frosinone and didn't want to miss her again.

In response to Connor's question, Margaret took out something that looked like a jade ring from her spatial ring, handed it to Connor, and then explained:

"This thing is called a Communication Jade Ring. It's a magical item first researched by Mbabu, the alchemist of the Earth God Cult. I went through a lot of trouble to get two of them. If two people holding a Communication Jade Ring are within ten kilometers of each other, they can communicate at any time. I also have one of these, and it's already matched with the one you have, Connor. You just need to activate it to contact me within a ten-kilometer radius!"

At this point, Margaret reached out and showed Connor the jade ring on her white bowl, which was exactly the same as the one she had handed to him.

Upon receiving the jade ring from Margaret and learning its function, Connor, an alchemist, immediately became obsessed with it, squinting as he carefully examined the ring.