A playful smile appeared on Connor's face as soon as Cristante finished speaking. At the same time, the tall and skinny waiter delivered the lemonade and grilled steak that Connor had ordered to him. After tipping the waiter a few pennies, Connor picked up his knife and fork and began cutting his steak unhurriedly. He said slowly, "So, Mr. Cristante, do you think I'm a conceited person?"
"Of course!" Cristante nodded matter-of-factly.
Hearing Cristante's answer, Connor's smile grew wider. He put a piece of steak into his mouth and said to Cristante as he ate, "Mr. Cristante, since you say I'm conceited, why don't you tell me what I've done wrong to make you feel that way?"
Sensing Connor's nonchalant attitude, a cold glint flashed through Cristante's eyes. He said coldly to Connor, "Connor Ferguson, I thought you were a smart person despite your conceit, but it looks like I was wrong!"
"Mr. Cristante, do you really think you can control me just because you're here? Without your consent, I can't be Earl Ferguson? "After taking a sip of lemonade, Connor looked at Cristante and said calmly," Don't worry.
Hearing Connor's words, Cristante was so angry that he laughed instead. He said coldly, "Then, Connor Ferguson, let's wait and see. I'd like to see how you'll be able to be Earl Ferguson without the permission of the Church of the Storm!"
Seeing Cristante continue to taunt him and not leave in a huff, Connor was even more certain of his guess as to why Cristante had come to find him.
Since the test was over, Connor didn't provoke Cristante any further. Instead, he continued, "Without the support of the Church of the Storm, I naturally can't be Earl Ferguson. However, you, Cristante, are only a priest. If you take me down, your reputation will be completely ruined among the hereditary nobles. When that happens, do you think you'll have a good ending, Cristante?"
Hearing Connor's words, Cristante's expression didn't change, but Connor still noticed it. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he'd realized something.
Just like that, Connor and Cristante didn't speak for a while. The tension from before had evolved into a stalemate. Connor continued to eat the steak on his plate and drink the lemonade, while Cristante seemed to be thinking about something.
Cristante pondered for a few minutes, and Connor took advantage of that time to finish all the food he'd ordered. He then leaned back in his chair and waited for Cristante's reply.
"Connor Ferguson, you have to understand that I'm testing you right now. If I give a negative report to my superiors, I don't know what will happen to me, but you and the Ferguson family will definitely end up in a miserable state. So, you'd better behave yourself!" After another minute, Cristante finally made a decision. He pointed his finger at Connor and warned solemnly, "Don't worry, Connor.
"Of course I know how important you are. Otherwise, why would I come here and waste my time with an old man like you?" Hearing Cristante's warning, Connor sneered in his heart. He knew Cristante still wanted to put on an act with him, so he said very casually, "Don't worry.
Looking deeply at Connor, Cristante opened his mouth again, "Actually, I don't need to say it. Connor Ferguson, you should know the way our Church of the Storm treats you Dark Wizards. If it weren't for your hereditary Earl status, you wouldn't be looking at me right now. You would be looking at the arbitrator of our Church of the Storm …"
Seeing that Cristante still wanted to continue, Connor pretended to be impatient and took the initiative to interrupt him. "Mr. Cristante, I think I need to remind you that our time is very precious, so please don't waste it. Alright, tell me directly why you've called me here!"
Cristante wasn't surprised that Connor had seen through his intentions. He looked deeply at Connor, then said in a deep voice, "Connor Ferguson, the Church has something that they want you to do!"
"Interesting. The Church of the Storm has many experts. Why would they want me, a Dark Wizard, to do something?" Connor asked with interest.
"That's not something you should know. Connor Ferguson, you only have two choices. You can either agree to work for the Church, or you can run away now and never return to Flosinone or the Ferguson Family again!" Cristante threatened Connor without hiding his threat. "You're not a member of the Ferguson Family.
Connor didn't seem to take Cristante's threat to heart. He spread out his hands and said nonchalantly, "Mr. Cristante, since you've said so, how can I bear to reject you? Why don't you tell me what it is that the Church of the Storm wants me to do? "
"I can't tell you the specifics yet. Go home and wait for the notice!" Cristante said coldly.
The answer he got from Cristante was actually this. This undoubtedly disappointed Connor.
However, he didn't say anything else. He stood up from his seat and left Durst Tavern with large strides.
Seeing Connor's figure gradually turn into a small black dot, Cristante's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt. He stood up and left through the back door of Durst Tavern. He then stealthily arrived at a small forest on the outskirts of Flosinone. At this moment, a mysterious person wearing a grey cloak was standing in the forest, silently waiting for his arrival.
"How much do you know about this Connor Ferguson?" Seeing this mysterious person, Cristante didn't waste any time and directly asked, "What is it?
Faced with Cristante's inquiry, this mysterious person hesitated for a few seconds before replying with a hoarse voice, "Connor Ferguson. This person is like a layer of fog. I thought I understood him very well, but he used his actions to change my understanding of him. What's the matter, Sir Director? Did you encounter trouble with this guy?"
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