Wizard Earl

The escape plan, though it sounded pretty good, unfortunately, Domenech didn't intend to do it. He was a man with a serious heart condition, and the reason he had been able to live until now was largely due to the skilled doctors at the Frosinone Hospital who were using many precious medications to prolong his life.

If he were to flee, Domenech would not have the same superior medical environment, skilled doctors, and rare medicines he had in Frosinone. Without these people and resources, even if he really intended to escape to the Odin Empire, the most likely outcome would be that he would die on the train before even reaching the Odin Empire.

That's why, even knowing his plot had failed and he had lost everything, Domenech hadn't fled. Instead, he came to the family library. His purpose was to make a final gamble, to use those precious two and a half hours to do something more meaningful—perform what he had always dreamed of: finding, within the family library, the secret materials passed down by Ferguson that might contain the methods to become a wizard…

Standing at the entrance to the family library, Domenech took out a bottle of white pills from his pocket to suppress his heart attack, swallowed them, took a deep breath, and stepped into the family library. What followed was an inevitable confrontation between him and Jon Ferguson, the library's keeper, as he sought to find the secret materials within.

Although Domenech was confident in his own strength and believed he could defeat Jon Ferguson, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone a great knight like Jon Ferguson. Therefore, he still needed to make the necessary preparations and absolutely could not let this damned heart condition hold him back in the fight.

As a family elder, Domenech had visited the first floor of the family library over the past ten years to look for things, so he was quite familiar with it. He knew that the first floor of the library was used to store some unimportant materials, and the secret materials he wanted were most likely not hidden on the first floor of the family library.

The second floor of the library, which he had never been to before, was very likely his final destination. So Domenech did not waste his precious time on the first floor of the family library, but went directly up the stairs to the second floor.

Contrary to Domenech's expectations of a library with safes lining the second floor, the family library's second floor was similar to the first, filled with bookshelves displaying a variety of books collected by the Ferguson family throughout the ages. Seeing this, Domenech couldn't help but feel disappointed. He knew very well that what he wanted was likely the Ferguson family's biggest secret, something that would never be casually displayed in the open. All these dazzling books before him were not what he desired.

Just as Domenech began to ponder how to find what he wanted in the family library, which contained hundreds of thousands of books, footsteps sounded in the library. This immediately put Domenech on alert. Although his infiltration of the family library was going very smoothly so far, Domenech had not forgotten the great knight tower keeper named Jon Ferguson!

Domenech gripped his cross sword tightly, hiding among the bookshelves, ready to deliver a slash to Jon Ferguson as he appeared. As an old-school soldier, Domenech preferred the gleaming cross sword in his hand, which had been with him for many years and which he used with great ease, to increasingly advanced firearms.

"Da da da da!"

The footsteps drew closer to Domenech, and soon a familiar figure came into view.

"Arbeloa, how could it be you!"

Seeing that the newcomer wasn't Jon Ferguson, but rather Arbeloa, the general manager of Ferguson Minerals Distribution Company, Domenech, wielding a cross-shaped sword, was quite surprised. Although one commanded military force and the other managed the family business, and their interactions were limited, Domenech wasn't unfamiliar with Arbeloa. He knew Arbeloa was just an ordinary senior executive in the family business, helping the family make money, and had good relationships with various parties within the family…

Domenech was simply curious as to why someone as seemingly insignificant as Arbeloa would be in such an important place as the family library.

Looking at Domenech, whose expression was slightly suspicious, Arbeloa's eyes showed a hint of pity. He didn't answer Domenech's question, but said calmly, "Domenech, let me give you a piece of advice: stop struggling. You have no idea who you're dealing with!"

Upon hearing Arbeloa, whom he remembered as always being subservient to him, dare to speak to him like this, a cold glint flashed in Domenech's eyes as he held the cross-shaped sword, and his steps changed, as if he was about to attack Arbeloa.

Although Domenech's movements were subtle, Arbeloa, a junior wizarding apprentice, naturally saw them all. He pushed up the glasses on his nose, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and he calmly raised his arm, then extended a finger and gently pointed it at Domenech Ferguson.

The next second, Domenech, who was about to attack Arbeloa, felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball; he was sent flying and crashed solidly into the marble tiles of the library wall…

Falling to the ground, Domenech, writhing in excruciating pain throughout his body and internal organs, immediately vomited several mouthfuls of blood containing fragments of his internal organs. Although he looked extremely disheveled, it must be said that despite being nearly seventy years old, Domenech's vitality was truly remarkable due to his strength as a Great Knight. Even after being struck in such a state by Arbeloa's air blast, he had not lost consciousness or fallen into a coma, nor had he dropped the cross sword in his hand.

Under Arbeloa's astonished gaze, Domenech, catching his breath, leaned on his cross-shaped sword and struggled to get up from the ground. After several failed attempts, the disheveled Domenech finally managed to stand up with the help of the sword. He stared intently at Arbeloa and asked haltingly, "Are you... a wizard?"