Wizard Earl

Chapter 99 The Eye of Arbitration (Please add to your favorites and vote!)

"Beep! According to the chip's analysis, the voice of the woman in the purple robe that the subject just heard is 97% similar to Miss Margaret's voice in the subject's memory!" Just as the situation between the two in the apartment became somewhat tense, the chip gave Connor the analysis results based on the voice he had just heard.

"What? Margaret?" Connor's expression changed instantly upon hearing the analysis results from the chip.

Putting aside the fact that the chip gave a similarity of up to 97%, even after the chip gave a hint, Connor himself felt that the purple-robed woman's voice was extremely similar to Margaret's. Margaret's stunning beauty was unforgettable for any normal man.

Connor glanced at the blood mist opposite him, who was also silent, pondered for a moment, and finally, as if making a decision, tentatively asked in a loud voice, "I never expected that Miss Margaret and I would be so destined..."

After saying this, Connor smiled slightly. He clearly noticed that when he mentioned the name "Margaret," the red mist in front of him churned noticeably. It was obvious that the purple-robed woman in the mist was deeply troubled, realizing that he had seen through her identity.

"Miss Margaret, I have some fine whiskey in my apartment. It would be a good idea for us to sit down, have a drink, and talk. The current situation is quite clear: you have blood magic that I can't do anything about, and I have my innate magic that you can't do anything about either. Instead of thinking that way, why don't we try to find common ground, as Emperor Raul suggested?" Behind the Shadow Chain Shield, Connor tried to communicate with Margaret while his eyes kept scanning the blood mist.

If Margaret reveals even the slightest flaw that can be exploited, Connor will not hesitate to strike. No matter how stunningly beautiful or captivating she may be, if she poses a threat to his life, she is nothing but a skeleton in Connor's eyes. He has never hesitated to ruthlessly destroy a beautiful woman!

However, to Connor's disappointment, upon hearing his suggestion, the blood mist stirred but did not reveal any flaws, leaving Connor, who had been desperately searching for an opportunity, empty-handed.

"Heh, Connor, if you genuinely want to talk, then we can try. But if you're just playing along, feigning friendship and then launching a sneak attack, I don't mind playing along with you!" The woman in purple robes in the blood mist—no! It was Margaret—seeing that Connor had seen through her identity, simply stopped hiding and said with a cold laugh:

Seeing that Miss Margaret had seen through his thoughts, Connor shook his head with a wry smile. Was he really that obvious?

To show his sincerity in wanting to "have a talk," Connor took the lead in retracting the shadow chains in front of him, and looked at the blood mist in front of him with a smile.

Having received Connor's goodwill, Miss Margaret slowly withdrew the blood mist from her body and stood in front of Connor. At this moment, she removed the purple mask from her face and appeared before Connor with her true face.

Compared to her first meeting at Mr. Havel's birthday party at Eibar Manor, Margaret was now deathly pale, and the wound on her shoulder that kept bleeding made her look less breathtakingly beautiful, but she had a sickly beauty that evoked pity in people.

After carefully examining Margaret, Connor couldn't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life. He never imagined that he and Margaret would meet again under such tense circumstances.

"Since we're both showing our true selves, I think we need to reach a consensus first: the heir to my imperial earldom doesn't want anyone to know I'm a wizard, and Miss Margaret, as a priestess of the Storm Church, you probably don't want anyone to know you practice forbidden blood magic, right?" Connor stared into Margaret's beautiful eyes, speaking with utmost seriousness, enunciating each word clearly:

This is the foundation of "talking". Without this foundation, no matter what you talk about, neither party will trust the other.

As Connor had expected, Miss Margaret did not object to the consensus he proposed, but nodded slightly.

Seeing Miss Margaret nod, Connor composed himself, smiled, and gestured towards the living room, saying, "Miss Margaret, you're a guest from afar. Why don't we talk in the living room?"

"Okay!" After saying that, Margaret flashed and appeared in Connor's living room the next second.

Shrugging, Connor walked into the living room, took a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the liquor cabinet, and showed them to Margaret, who was standing to the side, saying, "This is a natural spring whiskey from the Bologna winery. Interested in trying it?"

Seeing that Margaret showed no interest and gave him a cold look, Connor, feeling awkward for having made a fool of himself, slowly sat down on the living room sofa, poured a glass of whiskey into each of his two glasses, then picked up one and took a big gulp, saying, "This is truly satisfying. Miss Margaret, I poured you a drink. Whether you drink it or not is up to you, just don't say I don't know how to treat guests!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Connor, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?" Margaret sat down on the sofa opposite Connor and said coldly, looking at him.

Smiling and shaking his head, Connor took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out two hundred gold pounds, placed them on the table, and pushed them towards Margaret. "Before we talk further, I have something to tell you. I've been very busy these past few days and forgot to refine the small bowl for you, so I've broken the spirit of the contract. The alchemy materials and gold pounds will naturally be returned to you, but since you've made such a mess of my house today, we'll each bear half of the renovation costs, so in total, I'll compensate you two hundred gold pounds!"

"Heh heh heh..." Margaret sneered, glanced at the banknotes Connor had pushed in front of her, and said indifferently, "Just two hundred gold pounds, keep it for yourself!"

Connor didn't press Margaret's decision. He nodded and smiled, saying, "Thank you very much!"

"No need! Get to the point!" Margaret seemed a little impatient.

Connor cleared his throat, his smile fading, and said seriously, "Things are simple in some ways, and complicated in others. Neither of us wants to reveal our true identities, and most importantly, we lack trust. In that case, why don't we make a vow, witnessed by the Eye of Arbitration, to never betray each other? What do you think, Miss Margaret?"

(Just finished writing this, it's still fresh in my mind. I'm in a hurry to write the second chapter after finishing my exam at Central University of Finance and Economics, so I can only do the final revisions tomorrow.)

(End of this chapter)