Wizard Earl

"We already had a strong suspicion that Connor Ferguson had inherited Reyes's alchemy and become an alchemist. Now, the appearance of this small green stone undoubtedly confirms this. Moreover, judging from the quality of this small green stone, Connor Ferguson's alchemical skills are definitely no less than those of Mr. Pjanic of our church!" Christant said with some emotion.

"What? Connor Ferguson, is he on par with Mr. Pjanic?" Milik asked, somewhat surprised.

Although the Storm Church wields considerable power in the Kaman Empire, with dozens of official wizards under its command, it only has two alchemists within the church who have reached the level of official wizards. The Mr. Pianic mentioned by Christant is the most skilled of these two alchemists, who has made indelible contributions to the Storm Church's alchemy work over the past thirty years. He is highly respected within the Storm Church, and even several cardinals, including Hummels, treat him with great courtesy.

"Yes! Connor Ferguson's skill might even surpass Mr. Pjanic's!" Christant nodded somewhat bitterly, then, seeing Milik's hesitation, he explained, "While I don't know much about alchemy, I can discern some clues in the alchemical items Mr. Pjanic crafts, but I can't see through this little thing Connor Ferguson created at all. I can only sense that it's extremely mysterious!"

Christant's words once again shocked Milik. He knew very well that the old man in front of him, as the intelligence director of the Storm Church's Black Organization and the Storm Church's current top intelligence chief, was extremely knowledgeable and had come into contact with many powerful enchanted items, including some that would be top-tier level three enchanted items in the entire wizarding world. The fact that he had such a high evaluation of this small green stone was enough to show just how extraordinary this small green stone was!

"Mr. Director, if you can't see the purpose of this thing, why did you keep it?"

Pointing to the small green stone in the wooden box, Milik asked in confusion. Although he had been lurking in the next room, he hadn't tried to use his mental powers to spy on the place in order to avoid being discovered by Connor. He had simply hidden himself away, so no one had heard Christant and Connor Ferguson's conversation in the room.

"Connor Ferguson, tell me, can this thing sense Reyes's presence?" Christant explained with a cold laugh, seemingly dismissive of Connor's statement.

"Director, if you don't believe it, why did you leave it behind?" Looking at the sneer on Christant's face, Milick became even more confused. He didn't know what Connor Ferguson and Christant were up to.

Christant said calmly, "Who said I don't believe it? I have complete faith in this thing. It helps me sense Reyes's presence. After all, Reyes is the biggest threat to Connor Ferguson. If I were killed by Reyes, it wouldn't benefit him at all, given the current situation!"

At this point, Christant paused, then turned to Milik, who seemed to understand somewhat, and said in a different tone, "However, I believe more that this thing isn't as simple as Connor said, that it can only sense Reyes's presence. Milik, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, Director. You suspect there's more to this than meets the eye. I'll send it back to the church headquarters now and have Mr. Pjanic examine it!" Milick said, seemingly enlightened, as he took the wooden box containing the small green stones away.

Seeing this, Christant waved his hand to stop Milik's actions, shook his head, and explained, "Since Connor dared to hand this over to me, he must have made all sorts of preparations. I'm afraid it will self-destruct before you even get it out of Frosinone. And even if you hand it over to Mr. Pjanic, he might not be able to find anything of value in it..."

"In that case, Director, what do you plan to do with this?" Milik pondered for a moment, understanding Christant's words, and then continued to ask Christant:

"Don't worry about that, I have a way!" Looking at the small green stone in the wooden box in front of him, Christant smiled confidently and said:

After saying this, Christant seemed to remember something, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He stared intently at Milik. Seeing Christant looking at him like this, Milik also realized something and tentatively asked Christant, "Director, do you have some task for me?"

In response to Milik's question, Christant neither confirmed nor denied it, continuing to scrutinize Milik with a critical gaze. Seeing Christant's attitude, Milik, eager to contribute to the Storm Church, immediately became excited. He solemnly declared to Christant, "Director, please rest assured, whatever task you assign me, I will complete it!"

Upon hearing Milik's statement, Christant's expression changed slightly, and he said to Milik in a deep voice, "Connor Ferguson already knows my identity and has guessed that I possess a powerful magical artifact..."

Before Kristant could finish speaking, Milik's expression changed drastically. After a few seconds, he whispered to Kristant, "Should we report this to headquarters?"

"There's no need for that! What good would reporting it to headquarters do?" Christant seemed completely uninterested in Milik's suggestion, waving it away without hesitation. Seeing that Milik still didn't understand what he meant, he couldn't help but point out with a hint of exasperation, "Milik, how do you think Connor Ferguson knew my identity?"

Although Milik's mind was as sharp as Christant's, the chief intelligence officer, he was still a genius wizard of the Church of Storms, not a fool. After a moment's thought, he had the answer in his mind and immediately said to Christant without hesitation, "Could it be that guy Philo who told him?"