Wizard Earl

After a slight pause, Connor continued, "Of course, Arbeloa, you have other options, but I have a piece of advice: ultimately, you should play according to the rules I've set. Now, I'm giving you the power of choice; I hope you won't make a decision you'll regret!"

Before Connor could finish speaking, Arbeloa's expression suddenly changed, but a few seconds later he made his choice. He stood up, bowed deeply to Connor, and said, "Young Master Connor, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will hand over those three children to you the day after tomorrow!"

Connor nodded without saying anything more, simply waving his hand to indicate that he could leave. Arbeloa, who had miraculously survived, bowed to Connor again before leaving the room.

"Connor, what do you plan to do with those three children?" A few seconds after Arbeloa left, Varga walked into the room and asked Connor. Varga had come outside when Arbeloa was reporting to Connor and had overheard their conversation.

Connor had no reason to hide anything from Varga's question and said directly, "Although Arbeloa didn't kill the three children and hid them in an orphanage in the suburbs, he wasn't entirely stupid. He gave them all a mind-numbing drug. This drug is extremely potent; even a wizard's sanity can be affected by it. After taking it, these three children probably won't remember anything from before, so this is giving me a bit of a headache..."

"Connor, you wanted to kill those three just to prepare for the future, but now that they've lost their memories, they have no chance of taking revenge on you..." Varga pleaded with Connor.

Connor was genuinely surprised to hear Varga's words. He hadn't expected Varga to feel sympathy for Jack Ferguson and Eugenia's three children. In his memory, Varga's hands were stained with just as much blood as his!

After a moment's thought, Connor asked with some confusion, "Valga, can you tell me why you suddenly had this idea?"

Varga did not give a direct answer to Connor's question. Instead, she walked to Connor's side, took his right hand, and placed it on her flat, fat-free abdomen.

Varga's actions immediately made Connor realize something, and he was instantly jolted. However, when he carefully felt with his right hand, he could not sense anything from Varga's lower abdomen.

Seeing this, Connor said to Varga with some doubt, "Varga, please don't scare me. We always take great precautions..."

"I want a child of ours!" Varga said to Connor very seriously.

Hearing this from Varga, Connor could hardly believe his ears. Margaret had never shown any affection for children before…

Although it was hard to believe, when Connor looked Margaret in the eye and felt her firm attitude, he realized that Varga was serious.

"Valga, can you tell me why you suddenly made such a decision?" After taking almost a minute to process the fact before him, Connor frowned and asked Margaret with some confusion:

"Connor, although we are wizards and our lifespans are much longer than ordinary people, it doesn't mean our physical condition will always be at its peak. So, to prevent our physical condition from declining later, we should have children early!" Varga said to Connor very seriously.

Seeing Varga's serious expression, Connor was both amused and exasperated. He shook his head at Varga and said, "Varga, don't forget, my dear mentor is eyeing me covetously. He might get rid of his current troubles at any time and launch a fatal attack on us. Now is not a good time to have a child."

Upon hearing Connor mention "Reyes" Varga, he recalled his threat and nodded with lingering fear, indicating that he had been persuaded by Connor.

He glanced at his watch; it was almost 3 PM. Connor's pupils contracted slightly, then quickly returned to normal. He kissed Varga's smooth forehead and whispered to her, "Don't overthink it. Stay home. I have some errands to run and might be back late. As for the three children, Varga, if you like them, you can handle them after Arbeloa sends them over. Do whatever you like!"

"Mmm!" Varga responded obediently.

After bidding farewell to Varga in the room, Connor headed towards Ferguson's Mansion, heading northeast into the city. Twenty minutes later, Connor arrived at the entrance of a tavern called Dester. Although the church representative had indeed informed him that they would meet here yesterday, the thought of actually being in front of such a tavern, which didn't look very nice, and the idea of ​​meeting the Storm Church representative here, filled Connor with a sense of bewilderment…

Pushing open the tavern door, Connor headed straight for an inconspicuous corner. In that corner, an old man in a long robe was vigorously devouring a steak and chicken wings. If Connor, being a psychic wizard, hadn't been able to faintly sense the panic energy of a formal wizard emanating from this man, and hadn't obtained information about the old man from Margaret beforehand, Connor might never have believed that this unassuming old fellow was the representative sent by the Church of Storms to meet him—Christant!

Christant seemed oblivious to Connor's presence. He remained unresponsive to Connor's approach, focused solely on the steak and chicken wings on his plate.

Seeing that this person seemed to be trying to intimidate him, Connor sneered inwardly, ignored Christant, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Christant.

Despite Connor's strong start, Christant, dressed in a long robe, remained outwardly composed, seemingly focused on eating his food. However, the perceptive Connor sensed a fleeting, cold glint in Christant's eyes as he sat down and chewed...