Wizard Earl

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Dezerby, but I still have some preparations to make, so I won't bother you any longer. I'll be going back after a few words!" Despite Dezerby's goodwill, Connor, who didn't quite trust the wizards of the Storm Church, politely waved his hand, declining Dezerby's invitation.

Since arriving in this world, Connor has been dealing with the Storm Church in Rune. From Rune to Frosinone, Connor believes he has a very deep understanding of the Storm Church. Don't be fooled by the Storm Church wizards' glamorous and respectable appearance, full of tolerance and blessings. In secret, these guys are more insidious and despicable than dark wizards. So who knows if Dezelby tampered with the drink?

Despite being rejected by Connor, Reverend De Zelby didn't seem annoyed. He smiled and nodded, saying, "That's a bit of a shame. The coffee at this hotel is quite good. Mr. Connor, what would you like to discuss with me?"

"I trust Mr. Christant has already informed you of our next steps. Although time is tight, I'll prepare today and begin tomorrow. Mr. DeZelby, is that alright with you?" Connor asked.

In response to Connor's question, De Zelby smiled and said, "Of course, no problem. Although we don't have much time for this operation, we still have a day. A good hunter who has his rifle ready will always be able to catch more prey."

Although De Zelby seemed relatively easy to talk to, Connor felt far from relaxed. On the contrary, he became even more wary of De Zelby. As the saying goes, "a barking dog doesn't bite," and in Connor's eyes, De Zelby might appear harmless on the surface, but in reality, he was a vicious wolfhound capable of killing a person biting and biting...

Unaware of Connor's opinion of him, De Zelby proactively asked Connor, "Earl Connor, is there anything else you need to prepare? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Connor shook his head, then casually took out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket. In front of DeZelby, Connor began to write furiously, listing items on the paper with the pen.

Three minutes later, Connor finished writing, put the pen back in his pocket, handed the completed list to De Zelby, and said, "Mr. Christant told me that you, Mr. De Zelby, and your Arbitrators squad will be cooperating with me in the search for the ruins. Therefore, to improve the efficiency of our search and to ensure the safety of you and your men, I need you to prepare these things!"

Hearing Connor's words and seeing the long list of items on Connor's inventory, DeZelby was genuinely surprised. He frowned slightly and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Mr. Connor, is it necessary for us to prepare so many things?"

Instead of directly answering DeZelby's question, Connor said, "DeZelby, you probably don't know where we're going next, or what we might be facing, do you?"

"We might have to venture deep into uninhabited forests, facing attacks from monsters, or we might have to go to corpse pits filled with vengeful spirits. In short, if necessary, we might have to go anywhere around Frosinone. In fact, if it weren't for your limited time, I would list even more things for you to prepare!"

"Of course, this list is a suggestion, not an order! Mr. DeZelby, whether you follow it or not, and to what extent, is entirely voluntary and has nothing to do with me. My own things are almost ready; these are all for you and your men. You can decide what to do with them. However, as your partner on this trip, I still suggest that you take responsibility for your own and your men's safety," Connor said with a slight smile and a shrug.

After saying this, Connor, who had nothing more to say to DeZelby, drifted away, leaving DeZelby alone, frowning and looking sad as he stared at the list.

After saying goodbye to De Zelby, Connor returned to Ferguson Mansion. After a brief chat with Varga, he took something from her and watched De Zelby hurriedly leave the opposite side of the mansion. Connor breathed a sigh of relief upon observing this scene with his mental power.

Connor knew exactly where De Zelby was going; he was simply going to Christant to get the things he had listed, which was one of the reasons Connor had given him that list.

The supplies Connor listed on that list weren't anything rare; they were all common items, such as potions to stop bleeding and restore mana, alchemical materials for setting up detection arrays, some items for dealing with magical beasts, and other things. Although the items were numerous and varied, they were definitely things that the Church of Storms could find.

During the conversation, although Connor only gave De Zelby the list of supplies under the guise of a suggestion, Connor believed that as long as he gave De Zelby the long list and exaggerated the danger of searching for the ruins, De Zelby would definitely take it seriously and go to Christant for the supplies. And now, judging from the results, Connor's judgment of De Zelby was very accurate and without any mistakes.

After finally managing to get rid of De Zelby, the "watchdog" squatting in front of Ferguson's Mansion, Connor didn't hesitate at all. He quickly disguised himself as a brown-haired young man, then slipped out of Ferguson's Mansion through a secret passage, took a rickshaw, and arrived at a bookstore at No. 13 Aubameyang in downtown Frosinone.

After entering the bookstore, Connor, disguised as a brown-haired young man, pretended to look for books on the shelves and quietly observed the interior of the bookstore. The bookstore was owned by a middle-aged couple. The man was responsible for arranging books on the shelves, while the woman was responsible for collecting money and taking payments. There were eight customers looking for and reading books in the bookstore. These eight customers were all different in appearance, but they all seemed to be holding a book and immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

Connor's eyes subtly swept over the eight customers, finally settling on an elderly man with white hair, wearing a traditional robe and black-rimmed glasses, sitting by the window in the bookstore. He was somewhat hunched over.