Wizard Earl

After finishing her explanation, Margaret gave Connor a few more instructions and then quietly left. She didn't linger in Spezia Park, since Christant, the intelligence director of the Black Organization and the top intelligence chief of the Storm Church, was likely still in Frosinone. Every minute Margaret spent meeting with Connor would increase her risk of exposure.

Although Margaret left, Connor did not leave Spezia Park immediately. He remained sitting on a park bench, deep in thought. Today's meeting with Margaret had given him so much information that he needed to process it properly.

Although Connor had already realized that Reyes's actions in the capital Bernabéu were definitely not simple, otherwise he wouldn't have been so secretive, he still didn't expect that the waters behind this matter were so deep. Reyes was actually involved in the succession to the throne of the Kaman Empire, and judging from the fact that the Storm Church was determined to get rid of him, his mentor must occupy an important position in this matter.

If you look at it that way, it really does fit Reyes's usual extravagant style. Back when he was still in Rune, in order to support Edel, the Rune Arbiter who had already pledged allegiance to him, to become the bishop of the Rune Storm Church, Reyes didn't hesitate to stir up trouble in Rune, organizing black wizards to launch a riot. Not only did he blow up the Storm Cathedral, but he also killed Abidal, one of the church's punishers. Such methods really taught Connor a lesson!

Judging from the information Margaret revealed to me today, that guy Philo might not have been lying to me after all; the Church of Storms really does intend to kill Reyes!

If that were really the case, he might actually be able to pull off a scheme like Philo suggested, using the Storm Teaching as a weapon to kill his beloved mentor. Thinking of this, Connor couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement in his eyes.

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Just as he was secretly plotting to become famous, on a train traveling along the railway from Rune towards the northeast of the Kaman Empire, a middle-aged white man dressed in white, tall and slender, with ordinary features and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked like a scholarly teacher, was sitting alone in his compartment, looking at the scenery outside through the glass window.

Although his gaze was fixed on the window and his expression remained perfectly calm, for some reason, the man in white seemed preoccupied, as if he were hiding something...

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Without any warning, the middle-aged man looking out the window suddenly coughed violently in great pain, and an abnormal flush appeared on his weathered face.

The middle-aged man's coughing lasted for a full minute before finally stopping. Leaning weakly against the back of his chair, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A helpless, bitter smile appeared on his ordinary face. He shook his head and said softly with a touch of melancholy, "A level three wizard... ultimately, just a level three wizard. He's still not someone I can defeat..."

After muttering to himself, the middle-aged man casually reached to his waist, and a bottle of blue potion appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Without hesitation, the middle-aged man opened the bottle and put the blue potion into his mouth. After taking the potion, the middle-aged man, who had been somewhat weak, recovered considerably. Feeling the changes in his body, the middle-aged man nodded slightly. Just then, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something. His eyes flashed, and then he flipped his hand, revealing a seemingly ordinary notebook.

The middle-aged man opened his notebook, turned to the third page, and looked at the contents. A faint smile appeared on his ordinary face. A minute later, he closed the notebook, pondered for a moment, and gradually made a decision.

The middle-aged man casually waved his right hand in the air, and an invisible yet powerful barrier silently appeared, enveloping the private room and preventing outsiders from knowing what was happening inside. Seeing this, the middle-aged man then took out a mirror engraved with mysterious runes from his pocket.

After examining the mirror for a moment, the middle-aged man lightly touched its surface, causing it to emit a faint blue light. A few seconds later, a tall, imposing figure appeared in the mirror, with azure eyes but an injured left eye. This man was none other than Bispin, a member of the secret society.

"Sir, have you gotten rid of them?" Bispin, summoned by the middle-aged man, didn't waste any words and asked in a low voice:

"I'd say that for now!" In response to Bisping's question, the gentlemanly middle-aged man smiled and said calmly.

Hearing the words of the ordinary-looking middle-aged man, Bispin's expression visibly relaxed. Although the middle-aged man did not ask, he still took the initiative to inquire: "I don't know the whereabouts of the others, but Southgate and I have already infiltrated the safe house in Frosinone without alerting the Church of Storms and the Church of Earth God."

"Southgate lost some alchemical golems, but none were injured. As for me, I fought with that bastard Philo, but I only suffered minor injuries and am not seriously hurt."

"Very good!" Upon hearing Bispin's report, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, then instructed, "You and Southgate stay peacefully in Frosinone for a while. I have some matters to attend to. After I've finished dealing with things there, I'll go to Frosinone and reunite with you two!"

At this point, the ordinary-looking middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and changed the subject, continuing, "Soothe Southgate well. If he starts to get agitated, give him that treasure I gave you back in the Bernabéu in the capital. That thing will keep Southgate busy studying for quite some time!"

Having received the order, Bispin nodded and said, "Yes, I know what to do! Sir, Southgate and I are currently fine in Frosinone, but..."