Wizard Earl

Early in the morning, outside the Ipurua train station, Connor Ferguson, who had just stepped off the train and arrived in this unfamiliar city, quietly surveyed the bustling surroundings, still disguised as a middle-aged red-haired man.

Last night, after reading the warning letter Adolf sent to Varga with me, Connor, feeling the urgency of time, dared not delay any longer. He immediately told Varga what he had to say and asked her to think it over carefully. Then, he took the train overnight from Frosinone to Ipurua.

After observing his surroundings, Connor nodded to himself, then hailed a rickshaw parked by the roadside. Once inside, he casually told the driver, "To the Malaga neighborhood!"

Christant gave him seven days to kill Ruiz, and four days have already passed. Although Ruiz, according to the information Margaret provided, was just a high-level wizard apprentice on the periphery of the secret society, Connor, as a formal wizard, would have no doubt or problem killing him.

However, Connor knew very well that although Christant seemed to have only one request for him—to come to Ipurua City to kill Ruiz, a peripheral member of the secret society—things were definitely not as simple as they appeared. Christant might have some wicked scheme in mind. So now Connor needed to hurry up and find this guy named Ruiz as soon as possible to see what kind of secrets this unfortunate fellow was hiding!

With the help of a rickshaw, Connor quickly arrived in the Malaga community. After paying the driver, Connor began his journey.

Although Malaga Community is considered an affluent area in Ipurua, a small city with a permanent population of only fifty to sixty thousand, the city's economy is so weak that Malaga Community looks more like a working-class neighborhood than a working-class neighborhood in Frosinone. It is incomparable to Rune City, the economic powerhouse of the Kaman Empire where Connor first lived!

Because he had made preparations before coming, Connor immediately went to the vicinity of the small two-story building where Ruiz ran the Redstone Pawnshop after arriving in the Malaga community, according to the information he had on hand.

After observing the surroundings of Redstone Pawnshop, Connor entered the Marcello Department Store to the left of Redstone Pawnshop. He pretended to walk around the first floor of the department store before going up to the second floor. There, he lit a cigarette by a window and pretended to smoke it.

Although he appeared to be smoking, Connor was actually taking the opportunity to inspect the Redstone Pawnshop, which belonged to Ruiz. While observing, Connor discovered that the window he was currently in offered an excellent vantage point. By using his mental energy to examine the Redstone Pawnshop from this window, he could see everything clearly, without any secrets.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Connor carefully extended his mental energy into the Redstone Pawnshop. Just as he expected, his mental energy smoothly occupied every corner of the pawnshop. A minute later, after checking several ordinary people working in the pawnshop, Connor's mental energy locked onto a middle-aged man who was leisurely and unaware of anything in the manager's office on the second floor of the pawnshop.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was vigorously riding on a young and beautiful woman dressed as a secretary. Judging from his face, he was Ruiz, the target of Connor's trip to Ipurua. Although he was well hidden, Connor's spiritual power sensed an aura belonging to a high-level wizard apprentice.

Having found Ruiz so easily, it seemed that all Connor needed to do next was to unleash a mental storm and silently eliminate him, completing the task Christant had given him. However, Connor felt no joy; instead, a look of doubt appeared in his eyes. The whole process had gone too smoothly, almost illogically…

After pondering for a few seconds, Connor had an idea. He decided to observe first and not rush to kill Ruiz. Anyway, he had already discovered Ruiz, and as long as he wanted, the life of this high-ranking wizard apprentice Ruiz could be his, Connor Ferguson's, life at any time!

Having made up his mind, Connor quietly left the Marcelo Department Store. Little did he know that at the same time, in a room two streets away from the Redstone Pawnshop, the mysterious man in the gray cloak who had met Christant in the grove outside Frosinone was sitting opposite a handsome young man in a blue robe with a sunny disposition.

At this moment, the mysterious man in the gray cloak remained remarkably quiet, his eyes closed in calm and composure. The handsome young man in the blue robe sitting opposite him, however, lacked such composure. His expression revealed a mixture of excitement, agitation, and a hint of doubt and anxiety. After a few more minutes, the young man in the blue robe finally couldn't help but speak to the mysterious man, whose face was obscured, "Mr. K, I would like to ask, how much longer must we wait here?"

Upon hearing the young man in blue robes' question, the mysterious man known as "Mr. K" opened his eyes. He didn't answer the young man's question immediately, but instead scrutinized the young man named Van de Beck. In his eyes, although this young man possessed the same level of a first-level wizard as him, he was clearly a novice who hadn't experienced much hardship or been baptized in blood. Undoubtedly, he was a typical genius white wizard who had lived under the protection of his master and other elders since childhood!

Although Van de Beek was wearing ordinary clothes, and his accessories and other items did not indicate his identity, Mr. K believed that any experienced dark wizard would be able to tell from his demeanor that Van de Beek came from the Church of Storms!

Mr. K shook his head slightly. If he weren't currently under someone else's control and being asked by Christant, he would never have agreed to take Van de Beek, a young genius who, when in danger, would not only be unable to help him but might even need his protection, along with him.