"If it weren't for the fact that my family's food doesn't suit your Church of the Storm's taste, I would have asked my family's chef to send some food to him and his brothers!" Connor said as he spread his hands.
Ignoring Connor's teasing, Cristante continued, "Since you already know each other, then you should cooperate and search for that location together. Dezerby and his men will provide you with help!"
Connor had already expected Cristante to do this, so he wasn't surprised. He shrugged indifferently and ended the meeting with Cristante. He stood up and walked towards the door. But strangely, when he reached the door, Connor suddenly stopped without any warning. He turned his head slightly towards the wall and shook his head with a faint smile. Then he walked out of Gilian Hotel as if there was no one around.
Seeing all of Connor's actions, Cristante didn't say anything. He just sat quietly in his seat, as if waiting for someone to arrive. A minute later, a slender young man wearing a light blue robe walked into Cristante's private room from the next room. This person's cheekbones were low, his eyebrows were full of fierceness, and there was a slender scar on the left side of his face. He looked like a ruthless person.
At this time, in front of Cristante, this young man didn't try to hide his true feelings. His expression was full of anger as he stood in front of Cristante.
"Milik, I told you before. Even if someone like Reyes chose Connor Ferguson for some other reasons, this Connor Ferguson is definitely not simple. Didn't Vanderbeek's lesson give you some inspiration?" Cristante looked at the young man in front of him and said with some disappointment.
Hearing Cristante's lecture, this young man, who was called Milik by Cristante, had an obvious expression of displeasure. However, he didn't refute this old man's position in the Church of the Storm. After a few seconds of silence, he said to Cristante, "Why did you let that old trash Dezerby monitor Connor?"
Hearing Milik use such an insulting term to call Dezerby 'old trash', Cristante couldn't help but frown. He said coldly, "Milik, if you continue to treat your colleagues and seniors like this and lack respect, I will apply to Red-cloaked Archbishop Hummel to cancel your right to participate in this operation. I will let you return to the Church's headquarters in advance and let the headquarters change someone to assist me!"
Cristante's warning seemed to be very effective on Milik. He was silent for a few seconds, and then said to Cristante, "My apologies!"
Since Milik had already shown his weakness, Cristante didn't insist. He muttered to himself for a while before saying, "I know you are upset. Why did I let Dezerby monitor Connor Ferguson, and not you?"
"However, I hope that you can use your brain, Milik. If I let you monitor Connor Ferguson, would you be completing the mission I gave you, or would you be fighting with Connor Ferguson?"
"Mr. Director, I don't think there's a conflict. If I break the bones of that damned, lowly Dark Wizard, Connor Ferguson, he will definitely serve the Church better!" Milick looked up at Cristante and said confidently, "Mr. Director, I don't think there's a conflict.
Looking at the arrogant Milik in front of him, Cristante couldn't help but frown again. He knew Milik's strength very well, and he didn't know where Milik got the courage to be so confident that he could defeat Connor Ferguson.
"Milik, Van der Beek is your good friend. You two must have had a good talk about Connor Ferguson, right?" Cristante chose his words carefully and said to Milik.
"Yes, the two of us talked about it yesterday. Vander Beek has already told me about Connor Ferguson. He's a Spirit Wizard, and his power of the will is strong. He's good at using Spirit Attacks, but his body is his biggest weakness. If the two of us meet, I won't give him any chance to use Spirit Attacks. I'll use my spells to destroy him!" Milick clenched his fist and said excitedly, "That's right, Connor Ferguson is a Spirit Wizard.
Seeing that Milik was getting more and more excited, Cristante couldn't help but pour a cup of cold water on him. He shook his head and said, "You probably don't know that Connor Ferguson is not only a wizard with mind power, but he is also an alchemist. He has many powerful magic items in his hands, and he also practices the Hades Dark Armor Technique!"
"According to the information we have, Connor Ferguson is very strong. He is inextricably linked to the deaths of several level-1 wizards. He is even the prime suspect in some cases. Let alone you, Milik, even I might not be able to defeat Connor Ferguson if I don't use that treasure!" Cristante looked at Milik and said solemnly.
After Cristante finished speaking, Milik opened his mouth in dissatisfaction. However, due to Cristante's status, he didn't say anything in the end. Even though he kept his mouth shut, the words that he wanted to say were clearly written on his face.
Seeing this, Cristante pointed at the small green stone in the small wooden box on the table and said to Milik, "Milik, take a good look. This is something that Connor Ferguson refined!"
After hearing Cristante's words, Milik curiously sized up the small green stone on the table. He then picked it up and fiddled with it for a while. However, he wasn't as patient as Cristante. After inspecting it for a while and not finding any useful clues, he placed the small green stone back into the wooden box and asked Cristante in disbelief, "Is he really an alchemist?"
"Milik, don't forget that Connor Ferguson's mentor, Secret Society's Professor Reyes, is a Great Alchemist. Moreover, Connor is Reyes' only student. From the information we have obtained, even though Reyes seems to have some unknown needs for Connor Ferguson, Reyes is still very generous to Connor Ferguson. He imparted many spells, secret techniques, and knowledge to Connor Ferguson!" Cristante's expression was solemn as he explained to Milik.
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