Wizard Earl

As soon as Christant finished speaking, a playful smile appeared on Connor's face. At the same time, the tall, thin waiter brought Connor the lemonade and grilled steak he had ordered. Connor casually tipped the waiter a few pence, and then picked up his knife and fork, slowly cutting his steak while saying leisurely, "So, Mr. Christant, you think I'm an arrogant person?"

"Of course!" Christant nodded in response as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Hearing Christant's reply, Connor, who was cutting his steak, smiled even wider. He picked up a piece of steak from his plate and put it in his mouth, saying to Christant as he ate, "Since Mr. Christant says I'm arrogant, why don't you tell me what I did wrong that made you feel that way?"

Sensing Connor's nonchalant attitude, a cold glint flashed in Christant's eyes again. He coldly addressed Connor, "Connor Ferguson, I initially thought you were at least intelligent, despite your arrogance, but it seems I was wrong!"

"Mr. Christant, you don't really think you've got me under your thumb just because you've come here, do you? Do you think I can't be the Earl of Ferguson without your permission?" Connor said calmly, taking a sip of lemonade and looking at Christant.

Hearing Connor's words, Christant laughed in anger, sneering, "Then Connor Ferguson, we'll see. I really want to see how you got your hands on this Earl Ferguson without the consent of our Storm Church!"

Seeing that even after he said that, Christant only continued to hurl insults without leaving, Connor became even more certain of Christant's purpose in coming to him...

Having tested him, Connor didn't provoke Christant any further. Instead, he continued, "Without the support of the Church of Storms, I naturally can't hold onto my position as Earl of Ferguson. But you, Christant, are just a priest. If you remove me from office, your reputation among our hereditary nobles will be completely ruined. At that point, Christant, do you think you'll have a good ending?"

Hearing Connor's words, Christant's expression didn't change, but Connor noticed. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had realized something...

For a moment, neither Connor nor Christant spoke. The tense standoff had turned into a stalemate. Connor continued eating his steak and drinking his lemonade, while Christant seemed to be deep in thought.

Christant pondered for several minutes, during which Connor ate all the food he had ordered, then leaned back in his chair, waiting for Christant's reply.

"Connor Ferguson, you need to understand, I'm evaluating you now. If my report to the higher-ups is negative, I don't know what will happen to me, but your and the Ferguson family's fate will certainly be dire. So you'd better behave yourself!" After another minute, Christant, who had been thinking, finally made a decision, pointed at Connor, and solemnly warned:

"Of course I understand your importance, otherwise why would I waste my time here with an old man like you?" Connor sneered inwardly upon hearing Christant's warning, knowing that Christant was still trying to play along, so he spoke casually:

After giving Connor a deep look, Christant spoke again, "Actually, I don't need to tell you, Connor Ferguson, you should know how our Storm Church treats you dark wizards. If it weren't for your hereditary earl status, you wouldn't be seeing me here as a priest, but rather as an arbitrator of our Storm Church..."

Seeing that Christant was about to continue dawdling, Connor pretended to be a little impatient and interrupted him, saying, "Mr. Christant, I think I need to remind you that our time is very valuable, so please don't waste any more time. Just tell me what you wanted to see me about!"

Christant wasn't surprised that Connor had seen through his intentions. He gave Connor a deep look, then said in a low voice, "Connor Ferguson, the Church intends to entrust you with some tasks!"

"Interesting. The Church of Storms is full of experts, why would they need a dark wizard like me to do something?" Connor asked with interest.

"This is not something you should know, Connor Ferguson. You only have two choices: either agree to work for the church, or you can run away right now and never return to Frosinone or your Ferguson family!" Christant said to Connor without any attempt to hide his threat.

Connor seemed unfazed by Christant's threat. He shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Mr. Christant, since you've put it that way, how could I possibly refuse? Tell me, what is it that the Storm Church wants me to do?"

"I can't tell you the specifics right now. Go home and wait for our notification!" Christant said coldly.

The answer Connor received from Christant was unexpected, which undoubtedly left him somewhat disappointed.

But he didn't say anything, he just stood up from his seat and strode away from the Dester Tavern.

As Connor's figure gradually became a small black dot, a fleeting look of doubt appeared in Christant's eyes. Then he stood up, left through the back door of the Dester Tavern, and quietly went to a small grove on the outskirts of Frosinone. There, a mysterious figure wearing a gray cloak, whose appearance and figure were not revealed, was standing quietly waiting for his arrival.

"How much do you know about this Connor Ferguson?" Seeing this mysterious man, Christant didn't waste any words and asked directly:

Faced with Christant's question, the mysterious man hesitated for a few seconds before speaking in a very hoarse voice: "Connor Ferguson, this man is like a veil of mystery. I thought I knew him very well, but he has completely changed my perception of him with his actions. What's wrong, my director? You've run into trouble with this guy?"