Wizard Earl

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Upon hearing the mysterious man's seemingly lengthy but ultimately meaningless words, Christant immediately let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction, and his gaze towards the mysterious man became somewhat unfriendly.

The mysterious man wasn't surprised by Christant's change in attitude. He continued in his hoarse voice, "Director, I need to confirm something with you!"

Hearing the mysterious man's question, although the man didn't explicitly state what it was about, Christant seemed to already know what the man wanted to ask. His eyes flickered, and he said, "Three days ago, when I left Bernabéu by train and headed towards Frosinone, Reyes had already clashed with McKennie, a level three wizard of the Earth God Cult. Reyes fled severely wounded, and McKennie also sustained some minor injuries..."

The mysterious man seemed quite shocked by Christant's account, and after a long pause, he murmured in praise, "Professor Reyes of the Secret Society truly lives up to his reputation. A second-level wizard fighting against a third-level wizard, not only escaping successfully but also injuring the third-level wizard—Reyes is truly a legend!"

At this point, the mysterious man changed his tone and said to Christant, "Now that the wheels of fate have begun to turn, Director, we can no longer sit idly by as if nothing has happened. We must put our plan into action!"

"Connor Ferguson is Reyes's only student. We all know what kind of person Reyes is; he doesn't just take on students randomly. There must be some unknown secret behind his taking Connor Ferguson as his student!"

Furthermore, judging from Connor Ferguson's current actions, his relationship with Reyes is definitely very delicate; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to contact his teacher's rival faction within the Secret Society, the Royal Family.

"I believe the Black Organization must have spies planted within the Royal Family. So, Director, has your spy told you why Connor Ferguson is contacting the Royal Family?" Having said this, the mysterious figure, completely concealed by a gray cloak, raised his head, looking expectantly at Christant.

"Connor Ferguson wanted to curry favor with the Royal Faction because he was afraid of his mentor Reyes. However, this guy actually wanted to cooperate with the Royal Faction on an equal footing, so the Royal Faction looked down on him. As a result, Connor and the Royal Faction had a very unpleasant falling out recently."

"However, recently, because Connor has done things for the King's faction, and the female apothecary who is devoted to Connor has become a formal wizard, considering that Connor's bargaining power has increased, the King's faction has also shown some goodwill towards Connor. Therefore, the relationship between the two sides has eased and is not so tense anymore. However, they have not reached any specific agreement!" Christant pondered for a moment and then relayed the information that the spy had given him to the mysterious man.

"Director, I met with Connor Ferguson two months ago. I told him part of the plan. Although he didn't say anything, I could sense that he seemed to know something. However, at this moment, he's considering his own interests and waiting for the right price. Believe me, Connor Ferguson is absolutely the key figure in our elimination of Reyes. Our plan needs him; with his help, this plan has no chance of success!" The mysterious man in the gray cloak said with great certainty, meeting Christant's scrutinizing gaze.

Upon hearing the mysterious man's words, Christant fell into thought. The mysterious man patiently awaited Christant's final answer without urging him. Christant's thinking time wasn't very long, only about five minutes, before he looked up at the mysterious man and said in a deep voice, "Since you insist so much, I'll give you a chance. But if you fail, you should understand the consequences!"

"If I fail, I will naturally give you an explanation. But please rest assured, Director, I have complete confidence in my plan; I will not fail!" The mysterious man said with a confident smile.

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Three days later, at the Rossi Opera House in downtown Frosinone.

"I'm not rich enough to love you the way you want!"

"I'm not poor enough to be loved by you the way you want!"

"My love, the pain you've inflicted on me is merely proof of your love for me!"

"Let us forget each other. You forget a name that is rather cruel to you, and I forget a happiness that I cannot afford..."

On stage, a handsome male actor passionately confessed his love to a female actor. The hundreds of audience members seated around the stage seemed completely captivated by the enchanting plot and the actors' superb performances. However, a closer look revealed that the blonde girl sitting in the first row on the right, and the red-haired middle-aged man in the middle of the seventh row, appeared to be only pretending to watch the opera; their attention was actually elsewhere…

"Is it necessary to meet here?"

Glancing at the audience out of the corner of his eye, Connor, disguised as a middle-aged red-haired man, said somewhat helplessly to Margaret sitting in front of him via telepathy:

At this moment, Margaret, disguised as a blonde girl, was intently watching the opera "La Traviata," personally composed by Emperor Raul of the Kaman Empire. Judging from the tears welling up in her eyes, she seemed to be completely absorbed in this poignant love story.

"Connor, do you know that disturbing a lady who is watching an opera is very impolite?" Varga, who was watching the opera, took the opportunity to wipe away tears with her handkerchief and replied to Connor telepathically.

Just as Connor was about to say something telepathically, Margaret continued to explain to him telepathically, "If I'm right, and Christant really is the intelligence director of the Blake Organization, then we can't be too careful. In such a public place with so many people in the audience, Connor is the best cover for both of us!"

After explaining to Connor the reason for meeting at the opera house, Margaret seemed to remember something and asked Connor, "By the way, Connor, didn't you already meet Christant? What did you think of him?"