"Edward is the captain of the Loen Church's Arbiters. He's the commander of all the Arbiters. Ever since I joined the Arbiters, I've been his subordinate. However, he has too many Arbiters under him. Originally, I was just a beginner apprentice, so I couldn't even be ranked. But in general, Edward has taken good care of me.
"In the previous battle against the Dark Warlocks, the Church lost too many men in Loen. As the Arbiter's commanding officer, Edward lost a lot of men. However, this is an opportunity for me. After becoming the new bishop, in order to quickly restore the Church's strength in Loen, Edward secretly distributed a batch of cultivation resources to us Warlocks who are stuck on the verge of a breakthrough and have hope of breaking through."
"As an Arbiter who had been stuck at the peak of a beginner apprentice for many years, I naturally became the beneficiary of Edward's plan!" At this point, Walker's soul, who was immersed in his memories in the crystal ball, faintly smiled. Obviously, he was very, very happy about this matter.
"With the help of the resources bestowed by the Church, I successfully became an intermediate Sorcerer-Apprentice. Edward also received me personally. Apart from encouraging me, he also hinted that he wanted me to do something for him. If I succeeded, I could become his confidant, and all the training resources under his control would be open to me.
"And this matter was that Edward wanted me to secretly investigate Marguerite. He hinted that I, Marguerite, was in cahoots with the Dark Sorcerers!
"Marguerite is a smart woman. Her status in the Church is very special. Although Edward didn't tell me why he wanted me to investigate Marguerite and not others, I could guess that it was because more than half of his original confidants had died in the previous battle. The remaining people were all known to Marguerite, and I was a new face with decent strength and intelligence!" At this point, Walker's tone became a little bitter. He seemed to be lamenting that this was an opportunity for him to rise to the top in a single bound, but he didn't expect to end up like this.
"I was one of Marguerite's admirers. I think no man could resist her charm. In the process of investigating her, I didn't find any evidence other than some guesses and groundless rumors. However, I couldn't accept this. At this time, a man named Asamoah came to me. He told me that he had an important secret about Marguerite, and for this secret, he asked me for five hundred gold pounds as a reward!
"In the beginning, I didn't believe this person's words, but he provided me with evidence that a very close person to Margaret was her biological uncle, so I began to believe him. Then, after some bargaining, I paid a hundred pounds as a deposit, and this Asamoah came to Loen to meet me and we came to an agreement. You know the rest. Now, fulfill your promise and give me a quick death, Dark Warlock!"
After saying all this, Walker closed his eyes and waited for Connor to end his life.
After carefully listening to Walker's narration, Connor touched his chin and nodded slightly. "You're quite honest with your words, but …"
At this point, a strange smile appeared on Connor's face. He said calmly, "I've decided to let you fend for yourself. After all, after killing you, I might be infected with the curse of the Church. That's really a difficult thing to deal with!"
After hearing Connor's "but", Walker opened his eyes again. This time, his eyes were full of resentment for being seen through. He glared at Connor and said, "Dark Sorcerer, you and that bitch Marguerite, the Church will never let you off! I will wait in the embrace of the Goddess … Ah! "…"
Before Walker could finish his last words, Connor used a little trick on him again. He wailed miserably in the crystal ball.
After putting the crystal ball that contained Walker's soul back into his space ring, Connor began to think. Where should I put this crystal ball? Should I put it in the sewers, the storm ocean, or the rat hole?
Hmm! This is really a "difficult" choice! Connor thought to himself.
… ….
… ….
It was late autumn in Loen. A cool breeze blew gently. A square-faced young man wearing a trench coat and a cap was strolling on Christopher Street.
The square-faced young man seemed to be casually strolling on the street. He then slowly knocked on the door of the Prosper Club's mansion at No. 31 Christopher Street.
After successfully passing through the interrogation in front of the door and the reflection of the Realm of Truth, the square-faced young man changed into a mask and walked into the hall of the gathering.
"There are quite a lot of people here!"
Connor calmly looked around and sighed inwardly, "That's right! The square-faced young man was his latest disguise. A few days ago, the Loen Evening News let Connor know that the Prosper Club was secretly reconvening again.
Connor was a little surprised when he heard the news. After all, it hadn't been long since the storm in Loen. According to his estimation, the Prosper Club would only reconvene in a few months.
However, although he was surprised, Connor was still very happy with this result. Previously, in the process of learning alchemy, he had refined some magic items as an experiment. Unfortunately, these magic items were not suitable for him for various reasons, so they had been piled up in Connor's space ring.
With the appearance of the Prosper Club, Connor could use this channel to exchange these unused magic items for gold pounds and alchemy materials.
As for the twenty or so masked Magi in front of him, this was the second surprise that the Prosper Club had given Connor. Before coming to the Prosper Club, Connor was still a little apprehensive. He didn't know how many members the Prosper Club could gather to participate in the gathering after the storm in Loen.
Connor glanced at the man wearing the Phoenix mask who had been sitting quietly on the main seat. He couldn't help but admire this mysterious Mister Mustapha. It wasn't just because of his cultivation as an official Magus, but also because of his charisma.
There was still about half an hour before the Prosper Club would reconvene, but there were already more than twenty Magi gathered. When the gathering officially started, thirty people would definitely not be enough to stop it. Forty people wasn't impossible either. Although there was still a gap between this and the Prosper Club's peak condition before the storm, it was still terrifying that so many people could gather in such an unstable environment!
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