"But I've received reliable news that Cristante from Blake's Organization is currently in Flosinone. A few days ago, he sent two teams of arbitrators and two rank 1 Magi to monitor the Ferguson Residence and Ferguson Manor. I think they're using this method to force Connor to deal with you!" Bisping's eyes glinted as he spoke with some concern.
The average-looking middle-aged man didn't seem surprised by Bisping's explanation. He waved his hand and said, "That's normal. Connor is still too young and can't let go of the mundane world. He still wants to revitalize the Ferguson family that's rotten to the core.
"I believe he'll soon understand that in the face of the laws of history, everything he does is futile. No matter what he does, he won't be able to change the downfall of the Ferguson Family!"
"However, in this process, it's always good for Connor Ferguson to experience some setbacks. This will be helpful for his future development!"
"As for the Church of the Storm, Blake's Organization isn't just for show. Cristante isn't a fool either. Since they know about my relationship with Connor, it's only natural that they want to team up with him to get rid of me. There's nothing to worry about!"
"On the contrary, if they don't look for Connor, I'll be more worried. Is Cristante playing some tricks on me? Connor might have learned something from Martina, but there's more he doesn't know. Everything is developing according to my plan. Bisping, what you need to do is to follow the plan I told you before!"
After hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, Bisping had no more doubts. He nodded heavily, indicating to the middle-aged man that he understood.
The middle-aged man told Bisping to keep in touch and cut off the communication with him. At the same time, he removed the barrier between the opera box and the train.
"Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! "Yes."
After ending the conversation with Bisping, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought again. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the seat. After a long time, a mysterious smile appeared on his face. He muttered to himself, "Let's see what's going to happen next!"
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"Lord Dezerby, why are we standing guard here? If there's something wrong with the woman in the mansion, we can just take her down! " Outside Ferguson Mansion, in a hotel room, a burly arbitrator dressed in casual clothes asked the old man in a dark blue robe who was carefully observing Ferguson Mansion through the glass window, "What's going on?"
The old man called "Lord Dezerby" turned his head and glanced at his subordinate. He did not explain, only shaking his head, and continued to observe the Ferguson Residence in front of him.
If it was any other time, this arbitrator was right. Just based on the fact that the identity of the woman with the cultivation of an official wizard was unknown, the wizards of the Church of the Storm could rush into the Ferguson Residence and capture the woman.
But it was a pity that this wasn't an ordinary time. On the contrary, it was an extremely sensitive period. The Ferguson Family that this residence belonged to also had an extremely sensitive identity — the hereditary Earl of the Kaman Empire!
As a veteran official wizard who had served the Church of the Storm for eighty years, although Dezerby did not know the details of the battle for the throne of the Kaman Empire, he clearly understood that the Church of the Storm and the Religion of the Earth were in a political struggle with the hereditary nobles, who were the beneficiaries of the current political structure of the Kaman Empire. Both sides were in a very sensitive period. If there was any mishap, it could very well lead to a huge dispute between both sides!
Therefore, in such a situation where both parties should be restrained and negotiate to solve the problem, breaking into the home of a hereditary count and taking away his relatives was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire and provoking the hereditary nobles. Obviously, it was not a good choice. Not to mention that his superior didn't order him to do that, even if his superior did order him to do so, Dezerby felt that he should consider whether he should carry out this order or not!
Dezerby's eyes continued to scan the huge mansion in front of him, trying to find the figure of the female Magus in the manor. Ever since he received the order from above to monitor the Ferguson Mansion, he had met that unknown female Magus on the first day.
Although he did not know the name of this female Magus, what kind of identity she had, and what kind of background she had, Dezerby sensed a sense of danger from her.
However, the experienced Dezerby could sense a dangerous aura from her. This made Dezerby a little suspicious of this mysterious Magus. He could clearly feel that this Magus had just become an official Magus from an apprentice not long ago. Logically speaking, she should not be a threat to him, a veteran who had been immersed in the realm of a Rank 1 Magus for decades!
Although he did not believe that the Magus could really pose a threat to him, due to his decades of good habits, Dezerby did not dare to be careless. He tried to bring the Magus into his line of sight and control her.
Just as Dezerby was looking for traces of the Magus in the Ferguson Residence, Dezerby suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head. Feeling something strange, Dezerby's expression changed instantly. His gaze shifted from the Ferguson Residence to the street.
He did not know when a tall and handsome young man in a black trench coat had appeared there. At this moment, this man was standing on the street, staring at him through the window of the hotel. He did not know how long he had been observing him.
Seeing the figure of this man in his line of sight, Dezerby immediately thought of the name of a particularly dangerous person in the intelligence provided to him by Blake — Connor Ferguson!
After using his spiritual force to give a warning to the Storm Magus of the Church of the Storm, who was called Dezerby by Marguerite, Connor, who was in a hurry to go home and see Varga, did not delay any longer. He turned around and walked into the Ferguson Residence openly under the watchful eyes of the Adjudicators of the Church of the Storm.
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