Wizard Earl

"Sir, what would you like to eat? Our roast beef and roast lamb leg are imported directly from the Odin Grasslands by train, so they are very fresh. We also have our own brewed beer, which is very refreshing and mellow. You definitely won't be disappointed."

A tall, thin waiter at the Dessert Tavern didn't notice the strangeness between Connor and Christensen. When Connor found a seat, he assumed that Connor and Christensen were together and immediately put on his standard smile, introducing the tavern's dishes and drinks to Connor.

Connor glanced at the enthusiastic waiter, pulled a one-shilling note from his wallet, tossed it to him, and said casually, "A glass of lemonade and a grilled steak, please."

"Understood! I'll bring it to you right away!"

After catching the shilling bill that Connor threw at him, the tall, thin waiter replied to Connor and then headed towards the kitchen.

As the tall, thin waiter left, Connor once again focused his attention on Christant, who was enjoying his meal in front of him.

Christant Edincamp, or Christant for short, according to Margaret's information, was born into a family of priests of the Church of Storms in Rune. He received the most orthodox theological education from a young age. Because of his wizarding talent, he joined the church's arbitrator system at the age of fourteen. In less than twenty years, he went from a junior wizard apprentice to a senior wizard apprentice and then left the Church of Storms' arbitrator system.

Having left the Arbitrator system, Christant became a church pastor, preaching in the Bentgodia region in the southwest of the Kaman Empire. Thirty years ago, under the protection of the Storm Goddess, he successfully broke through from a senior wizard apprentice to a full wizard and was transferred back to the Storm Church headquarters in the imperial capital Bernabeu.

This is Christant's resume and his publicly known identity. However, in the private room at the Smith Hotel that day, besides telling Connor this, Margaret also shared some other speculations she had about the identity of Mr. Christant, the representative sent by the Church of Storms to meet with Connor.

Although Margaret was unable to obtain strong evidence to prove the true identity of this Christant due to the limitations of her authority within the church, based on rumors she had heard in the church over the years, Margaret guessed that this Mr. Christant was not as simple as an ordinary-looking captain-level priest in the Storm Church.

According to semi-public information, when Christant became a senior wizard apprentice, he left the Arbitrator system and was transferred to the church in the Bentgodia region in the southwest of the empire, where he became a priest and was responsible for preaching the doctrines of the Storm Church to the people there. However, Margaret believed that it was just a smokescreen, and that the Storm Church was trying to use that method to cover up Christant's true identity.

In fact, Margaret believed that after leaving the Arbitrator system, Christant Edincamp joined the Storm Church's most mysterious intelligence agency, the Black Organization, based on his excellent performance as a Church Arbitrator!

Christant developed step by step within the Black Organization, and eventually broke through to become a formal wizard with the support of the Storm Church's cultivation resources. After so many years, Christant's true identity is very likely to be the intelligence director of the Black Organization, the infamous intelligence agency at the headquarters of the Storm Church.

Because the Black Organization is the most important department of the Church of Storms, without exception, its head has always been the Pope of the Church of Storms or his successor, in order to highlight its importance.

The current head of the Black Organization is Cardinal Hummels, a strong contender for the next Pope of the Church of Storms. However, Hummels is not familiar with intelligence work, and in addition to his cultivation, he also has other internal church affairs to handle, so he is usually very busy.

So although Hummels was nominally the head of the Black Organization, he was actually just a figurehead. He made decisions on some major matters, and the daily work of the Black Organization was all done by the number two person in the Black Organization, namely the Director of Intelligence!

In other words, the Mr. Christant sitting in front of Connor is very likely the top intelligence chief of the Church of Storms!

Although Margaret didn't explain the basis of her conjecture, nor did she provide any evidence to support it, Connor, who knew Margaret's personality well, clearly realized that since Margaret was willing to share this conjecture with him, it meant that she was very confident in it. If she were ambiguous or not very certain, she would never have told him these things.

When Connor heard this from Margaret, which was still just her speculation, he was quite shocked. However, he quickly realized that if Margaret's guess was correct, and Mr. Christant, sent by the Church of Storms to meet him, was indeed the intelligence director of the Black Organization, then it meant one thing: the other party wasn't after him...

Although he was a formal wizard and had inherited the title of Earl Ferguson, he was a key figure in the hereditary noble class of the Kaman Empire, making his identity extremely sensitive. How to deal with him, a dark wizard, was a very thorny issue for the Storm Church. However, it was clear that even if it was a thorny issue, it wouldn't warrant the Storm Church sending the Director of Intelligence of the Black Organization, a very high-ranking member of the Storm Church, to come all the way from the Storm Church headquarters in Bernabéu to meet with him!

If he wasn't coming for me, then what exactly does this Christant want with me?

Connor had a vague answer to this question in his mind!

While Connor was waiting for his food, Mr. Christant finally finished all the food on his plate, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Connor and said, "Connor Ferguson, you are more confident than I thought."

"Really? I'm truly honored!" Connor responded calmly and respectfully to the praise from the head of intelligence.

"Unfortunately, sometimes being too confident isn't a good thing; it can easily turn confidence into arrogance!" Christant put away his handkerchief, shook his head, and said to Connor: