Wizard Earl

Seeing that Mr. K remained silent for a long time, Van der Beck, filled with anxiety, wanted to press him for an answer. However, before he could even open his mouth, Mr. K spoke in a hoarse voice, "If you're not going to wait here, what are you planning to do?"

Upon hearing Mr. K's counter-question, Van der Beck's spirits lifted, and he immediately launched into a confident statement: "Since we already know that our target will target Ruiz, the dark wizard at the Redstone Pawnshop, we can simply stake out the area near the pawnshop and wait for the target to make a move against Ruiz. Once the target does, we can rightfully take him down!"

After explaining his plan, Van de Beek smiled at Mr. K, looking quite pleased with himself and seemingly waiting for Mr. K's praise.

However, to Van der Beck's utter surprise, Mr. K made no comment on his plan. Instead, he calmly asked Van der Beck, "Van der Beck, you should have obtained the target's information by now, right? The target is a psychic wizard, you couldn't be unaware of that, could you?"

"I know the target is a psychic wizard, but so what? We've already set up traps in the Redstone Pawnshop. As soon as the target moves, we can catch him like a turtle in a jar!" Van der Beck clenched his fist confidently.

Seeing Van de Beek's inexplicably confident demeanor, Mr. K appeared somewhat helpless. He shook his head and said, "Van de Beek, for your safety, I have a suggestion: don't rush to conclusions before you've actually had any contact with the other party!"

"Psychic wizards are extremely rare in the wizarding world. Only one or two out of a hundred wizards might possess such abilities. Because of their scarcity, few people know how powerful they are. A psychic wizard who has just become a level one wizard already possesses mental strength comparable to a peak level one wizard!"

"Believe me, if the two of us were to appear near the Redstone Pawnshop at this time and, as you said, keep watch, there would only be one outcome: our identities would be exposed, we'd be spotted by the target, and we'd alert them!" Mr. K shrugged, speaking with a mixture of helplessness and certainty.

Upon hearing Mr. K completely dismiss his confident surveillance plan, Van der Beck's handsome face showed some surprise. However, he did not question Mr. K's words. He remained silent for a moment, digesting the information in Mr. K's words, and then said to Mr. K with some reluctance, "So we're just going to stay here and do nothing?"

"Didn't you just say that? Redstone Pawnshop has been sabotaged. We'll know as soon as the target makes a move, so why are you in such a hurry? The intelligence chief gave the target a week, and today is the fifth day. Van der Beck, you only need to be patient for two more days at most!" Mr. K said quietly.

As soon as Mr. K finished speaking, Van de Beek immediately realized what was going on. He calmed down and returned to his seat. However, when his eyes swept over Mr. K, whose face was completely obscured by a gray cloak, a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes.

Van de Beek is the pride of the Storm Church. He became a first-level wizard before the age of thirty and is the leading figure of the new generation of the Storm Church. It is because of this that he was valued by the Black Organization and was able to participate in this important operation. It is hoped that he can take this opportunity to be trained and better serve the Storm Church in the future.

The mysterious Mr. K before him, whose appearance was obscured, was the partner assigned to him by the Church of Storms. At the beginning of their partnership, the Black Organization had specifically instructed him to focus on the mission and for Joan not to try to find out anything about Mr. K. Therefore, although they had only known each other for a few days, Van der Beck grew increasingly curious about his enigmatic partner. Through observing Mr. K's various behaviors, Van der Beck made a bold conjecture: he believed that Mr. K might not be a wizard of the Church of Storms, and perhaps he wasn't even a White Wizard…

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In a room at a small hotel called "Morata Traveller's House" in the Malaga community, Connor, disguised as a middle-aged red-haired man, is examining a small silver mirror, no bigger than the palm of his hand, with a serious expression.

Having just confirmed Ruiz's location on the second floor of the Marcelo Department Store, Connor didn't rest. Instead, he launched a search within a 1,000-meter radius of the Redstone Pawnshop, where Ruiz was located. The search lasted for two hours. Although it was time-consuming and energy-intensive, his efforts paid off. He found the silver mirror he was currently examining in his hand under the bushes 500 meters to the left of the Redstone Pawnshop.

The silver mirror appeared to be made of pure silver. It had no runes or markings on it and did not produce any energy fluctuations. If Connor hadn't discovered the restriction beneath the bushes where he found the silver mirror, he might have thought it was just an ordinary mirror.

In order not to alert the person who set up the barrier and the silver mirror, Connor used some tricks to change the structure of the barrier, making the other party mistakenly believe that the silver mirror was still there. He then quietly took the silver mirror and brought it back to his place of residence in Ipurua.

After carefully examining the silver mirror, which appeared to have no energy fluctuations, Connor could find nothing beyond concluding that it seemed to be a sensory, enchanted object.

Staring at the silver mirror, Connor fell into thought. A minute later, he made a decision. Based on his alchemy experience, he made a meticulous and precise calculation and found an important position on the silver mirror. Then, he took out a small, jet-black knife covered with runes from his spatial ring and carefully cut the knife at the position he had found on the silver mirror.

The jet-black knife that Connor took out from his spatial ring was indeed incredibly sharp. Cutting the silver mirror was like cutting tofu; it easily made a notch about two centimeters deep, three centimeters long, and half a centimeter wide.