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Chapter 342

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The masked man in a gray robe called Langley did not wait for the others in the conference room to ask him why he was so sure that the mysterious bomber was an intermediate wizard apprentice. He let out a strange laugh and took the initiative to explain, "I just came to Loen and encountered this kind of thing. Naturally, I was very interested. Coincidentally, the Mallorca River is not far from Loen, so I made a trip here. After checking the explosion site, my little guy told me that there was a remnant aura that did not belong to the church in the ruins of the explosion. Judging from the strength of the remnant aura, the owner of this aura should be an intermediate wizard apprentice!"

In the conference room, Margaret, Ms. Lena, and Adel seemed to be very clear about what Mr. Langley meant by "his little guy". Therefore, they had no objection to Mr. Langley's discovery.

"Dear Bishop Edward, I've come to Loen under the orders of Cardinal Hummel to take over the Arbiter team. I haven't made any contributions yet, and I hope that Your Eminence can give me the opportunity to show my abilities to my colleagues in the Loen Church!" Mr. Langley stood up from his seat and spoke to Adel, who was sitting at the head of the table. He seemed to be asking Adel, but his tone and attitude didn't seem to be begging at all.

Bishop Edward was displeased by Langley's attitude. Seeing this, Lena smiled and continued the topic. "How can we trouble Lord Langley with a mere intermediate Apprentice? Our intelligence department may not be as powerful as the Arbiters under Mr. Langley's command, but we are more than capable of taking care of an intermediate apprentice. "

Without waiting for Ms. Lena to finish, Langley waved his hand again and interrupted her. He said confidently, "Of course, I won't personally deal with an intermediate Sorcerer-Apprentice. However, I've transferred a few capable people from the Church's headquarters for this trip to Loen. This cunning Dark Sorcerer is just right for these youngsters. What do you think, Bishop Adele?" After saying this, Langley's gaze shifted to Bishop Edward, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Edward took a deep look at Langley, who seemed to have a certain sense of urgency, and said in a deep voice, "Since you are so confident, Langley, there is no harm in leaving the matter of the Bomber to you. I hope you can bring back a satisfactory result! Dismissed! "

"Don't worry, Your Eminence. I won't let you down. With me, Langley, around, Loen's safety will be assured!" Langley said in a hoarse voice. He then bowed slightly to Edward and left the conference room.

Seeing Langley's arrogance, even someone as shrewd as Edward could not help but turn gloomy. Margaret, who was sitting at the back of the group, quickly bowed to Edward and fled for her life, afraid that she would be implicated in this "battle between immortals"!

"How many people did he bring?" After Margaret and Langley left, only Madam Lena and Adele were left in the conference room. The cunning Adele revealed his ferocious side and asked Madam Lena in a sinister tone, "What's the matter?

Seeing that Edward hadn't lost his mind and wanted to touch Langley, Lena heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Four people. One of them is an advanced apprentice, and three of them are intermediate apprentices! However, these people all have powerful magical artifacts, and their strength is far beyond that of ordinary adepts of the same grade. "

"Very good! Confirm the whereabouts of these four people! "Edward ordered Lady Lena with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Give me three days!" Although Lady Lena knew what Edward wanted to do, she didn't reject his request!

"Good! Keep it a secret! "Edward was satisfied when he heard that Lady Lena only wanted three days.

"Langley is a trusted follower of Cardinal Hummel. He's very powerful in the headquarters of the Church. The Church has been training him to be the next God's Punisher …" Lady Lena looked at Edward and gave him a subtle reminder.

Towards Lena's reminder, Edward said with a sinister smile, "Lena, you don't have to remind me. I know I'm old and can't beat Langley. Otherwise, I would've taught him a lesson just now. But this isn't the Church's headquarters. This is Loen. I've spent most of my life here. No one can beat me here!"

… ….

… ….

On this day, Connor had finished his whole day of training early. Full of expectation, he sat on the sofa in his house, waiting for Valgar's arrival. Today was the day of the 7 days agreement between him and Valgar. If everything went smoothly, not only would he be able to obtain the mysterious potion that could help him break through to become an advanced Apprentice Adept, he would also be able to solve the mystery of the "Spiritual Spring" potion.

"Ring ring ring!"

Time passed quickly from morning to evening. Varga still did not appear. Connor could not help but worry that something might have happened. Then, with his mind power, he sensed a waiter in loose overalls who was laboriously carrying a luxurious and huge food box to his apartment.

Connor frowned slightly. The waiter and the food box he was carrying were probably here to deliver food. However, if he remembered correctly, he did not order any food today!

"Ring ring ring!"

The waiter with the food box rang the doorbell of Connor's apartment.

Connor's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness. Regardless of whether the waiter was strange or not, since he had already come to his house, he could only accept it!

Connor was secretly vigilant. He opened the door of the apartment and looked at the waiter who delivered the meal.

"Hello, are you Mr. Connor?" The waiter's slightly delicate face showed a polite smile. He asked Connor.

"Yes, I'm Connor Ferguson!" Connor nodded. He did not feel any energy waves from the waiter. It seemed that the waiter was just an ordinary person.

"Hello, Mr. Connor. I'm Williams from Vivian's Restaurant. This is the dinner you ordered at our restaurant. Would you like to …?" The waiter said seriously.

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