Wizard Earl

"But I have reliable information that Christant of the Black Organization is currently in Frosinone, and a few days ago he sent two teams of Arbitrators and two Level One Wizards to monitor Ferguson Mansion and Ferguson Estate respectively. I think they are using this method to force Connor to deal with you!" Bispin said with some concern, his eyes gleaming.

Hearing Bispin's account, the ordinary-looking middle-aged man seemed unsurprised. He waved his hand and said casually, "That's normal. Connor is still too young. He can't let go of everything in the secular world. He still wants to revitalize the corrupt and rotten Ferguson family."

"I believe he will soon realize that everything he has done is in vain in the face of the laws of history, and no matter what he does, he cannot change the fate of the Ferguson family's decline!"

"However, it's always good for Conor Ferguson to experience some setbacks along the way; it will help his future development!"

"As for the Storm Church, the Black Organization is not just for show, and Krista White is no fool. Since they know about my relationship with Connor, it's only natural that they want to team up with Connor to get rid of me. There's nothing to worry about!"

"On the contrary, I'd be a little worried if they didn't contact Connor. I'd wonder if Christant is playing some trick on me. Connor might know something from Martina, but there's much more he doesn't know. Everything is going according to my plan. Bispin, all you need to do is follow the plan I gave you before!"

After listening to the middle-aged man's explanation, Bispin had no more doubts. He nodded heavily, indicating to the middle-aged man that he understood.

Having learned what needed to be learned and said what needed to be said, the middle-aged man instructed Bispin to stay in touch before cutting off communication with him and removing the barrier he had acquired between the opera box and the train.

"Da! Da! Da! Da!..."

After ending his conversation with Bispin, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought again, his fingers rhythmically tapping the chair. After a long while, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself, "Let's see what happens next!"

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"Lord Dezerby, what are we doing here? If that woman in the mansion is suspicious, we should just take her down!" Outside the Ferguson mansion, in a hotel room, a well-built arbitrator in casual clothes asked the elderly man in a dark blue robe, who was carefully observing the mansion through the glass window, with some confusion.

The old man, referred to as "Lord De Zelby," glanced back at his subordinate, shook his head without explanation, and then continued to observe the Ferguson Mansion in front of him.

Under normal circumstances, what the arbitrator said wouldn't be wrong. Just the fact that the woman in the mansion with formal wizarding skills was of unknown identity was enough for the wizards of the Storm Church to storm into Ferguson's mansion and drag her out.

Unfortunately, this is not an ordinary time; on the contrary, it is a very sensitive period. The Ferguson family, to which this Ferguson mansion belongs, also has a very sensitive identity—hereditary earls of the Kaman Empire!

As a veteran official wizard who has served the Church of Storms for eighty years, Dezelby, while not knowing the details of the struggle for the throne in the Kaman Empire in the capital Bernau, clearly understands that the Church of Storms and the Church of Earth are engaged in a political struggle with the beneficiaries of the existing political structure of the Kaman Empire, represented by the hereditary nobles. The two sides are in a very sensitive period, and any slight mishap could very likely ignite a major conflict between them!

Therefore, at a time when restraint should be maintained and both sides should negotiate to resolve the issue, breaking into the home of a hereditary earl with men and taking away his relatives is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire and provoking the hereditary noble group. It is clearly not a good choice. Not to mention that there has been no order from above to do this, even if there were an order, De Zelby felt that he should consider whether he should carry it out!

De Zelby continued to scan the vast mansion before him, trying to find the figure of the witch in the estate. From the first day he received orders to come here to monitor Ferguson's mansion, he encountered that witch of unknown identity.

Although we don't know the witch's name, identity, or background.

However, the experienced Dezel sensed a dangerous aura emanating from her, which made him somewhat suspicious of this mysterious witch. He could clearly sense that this witch had recently become a full-fledged wizard from a wizarding apprentice, and in theory, she shouldn't be able to threaten him, a seasoned veteran who had been immersed in the first-level wizarding realm for decades!

Despite some disbelief that the witch could actually pose a threat, De Zelby, guided by decades of good habits, dared not be careless and tried to bring her into his sights and make her under control.

Just as De Zelby was searching for the witch's trail in Ferguson's mansion, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Sensing something amiss, De Zelby's expression changed instantly, and his gaze shifted from Ferguson's mansion across the street to the street.

There, at some point, a tall, handsome young man in a black trench coat appeared. He was standing on the street, his eyes fixed on him through the hotel window, observing him for who knows how long…

Upon seeing the man's figure appear in his line of sight, De Zelby immediately recalled the name of a particularly dangerous individual highlighted in the intelligence provided to him by the Black Organization—Connor Ferguson!

After giving the church storm wizard, whom Margaret called Dezelby, a small warning with his mental energy, Connor, eager to get home and see Varga, didn't linger there. He turned around and, under the watchful eyes of the storm church arbitrators, walked openly into Ferguson's mansion.