Count of Wizards

　　 Collecting the detective report, Connor nodded at Valverde and said, "I'm very satisfied with your work!" After that, he turned and walked out of the house.

"When it comes to the cult of worship, the best way to deal with it is to seek the help of the police and the Storm Church. They are very interested in discovering the cult." Just as Connor was about to walk to the door, Valverde started from He stood up on the sofa and reminded him:

　　 Turning around slowly, Connor squinted at Valverde. Although he did not speak, his eyes under his sunglasses were gleaming with cold.

Feeling Connor’s badness, Valverde shrugged and explained: "Sir, please rest assured of Valverde’s professional ethics as a detective. Without your consent, I will not ask any questions. Someone revealed the detective report this time!"

　　 When he said "anyone", Valverde deliberately increased his tone, as if to indicate that his "anyone" included the police and the church.

　　 "I hope so!" Connor, with a softened expression, took a deep look at Valverde, and then pushed the door away.

　　 Connor, who pushed the door to leave, didn't notice the greed and madness in Valverde's muddy eyes at the moment he turned and pushed the door!

　　 Back to his apartment at No. 16 Rand Street, Connor once again carefully read Valverde’s detective report in its entirety.

　　 An hour later, Connor put the report down and slowly exhaled a suffocating breath.

　　 He already has a plan. This time he will first act first, kill Rebecca and that Vidal, and let them pay the price of blood for cursing their sins!

　　 A detail mentioned in the detective report allowed Connor to decide when and where to do it.

Three days later, Rebecca bought a train ticket to Dhaka, a rural town in Ruen. If Connor remembers correctly, there is one in the small town of Dhaka that belongs to the big merchant Fabinho. If there is no accident, Rebecca’s father’s castle is believed to be where Rebecca’s destination is in Diganes.

After inferring Rebecca’s destination, Connor felt that what he had to do was very, very simple. He waited for her in the castle in advance, and then looked at Rebecca, the goddess who was once himself, step by step Into the deadly trap set by yourself...

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Looking at the red house with the "Papa Morgan’s Tavern" sign in front of me, I don’t know why Connor had a very strong premonition. His good friend Roon Geomancer George said that this is a place where you can buy contraband. , I will never let myself down.

　　 tightening his black trench coat tightly, Connor pushed open the heavy log door of the tavern.

　　 As soon as he walked into the tavern, Connor, who had not had time to look at everything in the tavern, immediately felt that two eyes were focused on himself.

There was no strangeness on his face, but the corner of Connor’s eyes caught the owner of those two eyes. It was two white people who were hiding in a secluded place and looking at the surroundings vigilantly, even though these two white people looked like The figure is not very tall, but as an official knight, Connor knows what kind of strong muscles are hidden under these two whites' not tall bodies. Both of these whites have the strength of preparatory knights.

　　 "This should be the Morgan gang members who are responsible for maintaining order here, as George said?" Connor thought about it a little, and then identified the two whites.

Although Connor’s time was not the peak night of the pub business, the daddy Morgan’s bistro had a lot of decent people, the malt scent of beer on the bar, the scent of cheap perfume on prostitutes with heavy makeup in the dark, and The smell of sweat from the hordes of greasy drunks in the bar condensed into weird waves of air that swept through Connor's nasal cavity.

In the middle of the tavern, a cage more than two meters high is standing there. Inside, two sturdy young men are fighting without any restrictions except for banning kicking and gouging. This is the most popular in the empire now. People call it MMA.

　　 gave a warning look. Connor snapped his fingers towards the thin figure who was approaching the wallet in his arms, and said to the bartender: "A Tomahawk steak and a glass of Remino Vodka!"

Soon, what Connor asked for was brought up, and he threw out a shilling bill, indicating that the bartender did not need to change, and the rest was a tip. After taking a bite of Tomahawk steak, Connor pretended to say casually: "Do you know where Vallejo is?"

Hearing the name Vallejo, the bartender suddenly froze with a flattering smile on Connor's face. He hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he was considering short hands and short mouths, so he whispered. He said: "Box No. 6" after finishing talking, the bartender was still a little worried and cautiously added: "Don't say I told you!"

　　 made an "OK" gesture to the bartender, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Connor smiled and beckoned to a tattered little boy in the dark corner of the bar who was drooling at the steak on his plate. After signalling to leave the steak to him, Connor tidyed up his trench coat. Walked towards the box in the tavern.

　　Connor asked about this Vallejo, George told him that he could buy contraband from this person, and this person was Connor’s goal here.

　　 is different from other boxes. At the entrance of Box No. 6, there are two strong men like bodyguards, faithfully guarding the safety of the box.

　　 "This is already covered by our boss!" Seeing Connor walked here, the two strong men looked at each other, and one of the brawny short-haired men stepped forward and said with an urn:

　　 "If your boss is Mr. Vallejo, I want to talk to him about something!" Connor smiled politely.

　　 "I'm sorry, our boss is resting in the box, no guests!" Hearing the young man in front of him uttering his boss's name, a vigilance flashed in the eyes of the brawny brown-haired man.

　　 "There is no way, just to be comfortable?" Connor still kept a smile on his face, and asked tentatively:

　　 "I'm sorry I can't help you!" The brawny man's attitude was very firm.

"In this case, there is no way, I'm in a hurry, so... I'm sorry!" As soon as the voice fell, Connor, who had always been polite, suddenly violent, and a hand knife slashed his brown hair. Above the brawny man’s neck, the brawny man didn’t have any defense. He immediately fell to the ground. The companion next to him saw his brawny man being attacked and was shocked, but before he could fight back, he was taken by Connor. A punch hit his stomach, and collapsed to the ground as soft as a brawny man with brown hair.