"Connor Ferguson, are you planning to leave just like that?"
Seeing that Connor was about to leave, Firo did not say anything. However, van der Beek, who was beside him, could no longer sit still and coldly spoke to Connor.
Hearing van der Beek's words, the smile on Connor's face deepened. He did not turn around, and with his back facing van der Beek, he said indifferently, "Are you trying to make me stay?"
In response to Connor's question, van der Beek coldly snorted and touched his space ring. The threat in his actions was self-evident.
Connor helplessly shook his head and ignored van der Beek's threat as he walked out of the room. Van der Beek, the young genius Magus of the Church of the Storm, saw that Connor had ignored his existence and immediately flew into a rage. He wanted to attack Connor, but in the end, he did not lose his rationality. He knew that this was the downtown area, and if two official Magi were to fight here, it would have a negative impact on the Church of the Storm. Thus, he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart and followed Connor.
Seeing Connor and van der Beek leave one after another, Mr. K, who had put on his grey cloak again, had a flash of light in his eyes. He then finished the cup of Red Mountain coffee in one gulp and took out a one pound note from his wallet. After throwing it on the table, he swaggered off.
Twenty minutes later, in a deserted valley on the outskirts of Iprua City, Connor calmly looked at van der Beek and Firo opposite him.
"Connor Ferguson, let me give you a piece of advice. You'd better choose to cooperate with the Church of the Storm!" After looking deeply at Connor, the excited van der Beek issued an ultimatum to Connor. During the days he stayed in Iprua with Mr. K, his mind was filled with Connor Ferguson and the mission given to him by the Church of the Storm.
In addition, in the past few days, Firo had disguised himself as Mr. K and secretly praised Connor. Thus, although the young and impetuous van der Beek had not met Connor face to face, he already harbored a deep enmity towards Connor in his heart.
And today, Connor had calmly shown himself as if he was going to eat them up. This undoubtedly deepened van der Beek's dissatisfaction and enmity towards Connor. Thus, van der Beek did not act on the spur of the moment. Instead, it was the eruption of his accumulated enmity and dissatisfaction.
Ignoring van der Beek's words, Connor took out his pocket watch and looked at the time before saying, "Make your move! The earlier I start and finish, the earlier I can buy a train ticket back to Flosinone! "
Seeing Connor looking down on him, van der Beek was instantly enraged. He didn't continue arguing with Connor and pointed his right hand towards Connor. His mouth issued a hurried and forceful incantation.
"Sebastian … Oosu … Vogelmosa!"
Following van der Beek's incantation, Connor immediately sensed that there were violent energy waves around him. In the next second, 4 tornadoes were formed and attacked Connor together.
Feeling the 4 tornadoes rushing towards him, Connor didn't panic at all. On the contrary, he nodded his head as if he had confirmed the power of these 4 tornadoes. Although these 4 tornadoes weren't very fast, they faintly formed some sort of spell formation that combined to suppress Connor. If it was a regular official Magus, when faced with such a spell attack, they might actually be defeated by van der Beek in a moment of panic.
But such a trick wasn't enough for Connor, who was an alchemist who was extremely proficient in formations. Connor only needed to observe the arrangement of the four tornadoes for a moment before he noticed the loopholes between them.
Connor smiled at van der Beek and immediately moved. He waved his hands and several black blades of light flew towards the 4 tornadoes. Compared to the 4 tornadoes, Connor's black blades of light were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They were not worth mentioning at all.
However, looking at where the black blades of light were flying towards, van der Beek's expression changed. He thought to himself, "Connor Ferguson, that bastard! How did he know where the nodes of my spell formation are? Damn it! What the hell is going on?! "
Although he was in disbelief and didn't dare to believe what was happening in front of him, seeing that Connor's black blade of light was about to hit the nodes of the Storm Formation and paralyze the four tornadoes, the young genius Vander Bek had a decisive expression on his face. He quickly made a decision and chanted a short incantation.
"Iskosha!"
Although van der Beek's incantation was short, it was very effective. The energy waves of the 4 tornadoes instantly became violent. Connor noticed this and immediately understood van der Beek's plan. A light flashed in his eyes. One second before the black blades of light hit the nodes of the spell formation, the 4 tornadoes all exploded. The tornadoes and the shockwaves all rushed towards Connor, who was in the center of the spell formation.
When he saw the explosion of the Windstorm Formation engulf Connor, a faint smile appeared on van der Beek's handsome face. Although the explosion of his Windstorm Formation was a huge loss to him, van der Beek was willing to bear this loss if he could get rid of that damned Connor Ferguson!
At this moment, van der Beek was full of pride and joy. He didn't notice that Mr. K, who had been silently watching the battle, seemed to have noticed something and was looking at him with pity.
Time passed second by second. Soon, a minute had passed since the explosion of the tornadoes, but Connor still hadn't appeared. Van der Beek thought that Connor had died in the explosion of the tornadoes. He was about to show off to Mr. K, who had been silent all this while. However, his smile froze on his face. He discovered a black figure wearing magic armor slowly walking out of the explosion. This figure was none other than the person he thought was dead — Connor Ferguson!
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