Count of Wizards

　　 Different from the traditional knights in the west of the earth, the knights in this world are more like knights in a broad sense. Any warrior who stimulates life ability and has a physical quality far beyond ordinary people can be collectively called knights.

　　 The nobility originated from the knight. This is an old saying in the Kaman Empire that simply and directly describes the relationship between the knight and the traditional nobility. So basically hereditary aristocrats like the Ferguson family have a treasured knight breathing method within the family. Although under the impact of modern thermal weapons, the knight is far from being as strong as it was hundreds of years ago, but the knight breathes Law is still a very special existence among aristocrats. Some conservative aristocrats even follow the custom of passing on men and not women.

The reason why George was so envious of himself in the words just now is largely because the George family was born as a banker and began to flourish in his grandfather's generation. Before his grandfather was a commoner family, there was no breathing method passed down from generation to generation. The breathing methods that were bought at high prices were also ordinary goods, which caused George, who was the same age as himself, to only have the strength of a reserve knight.

Perhaps it is due to the welfare of the traversers. With the assistance of the chip, Connor can now fully grasp the strength of the body. According to the description of the strength of the knight in his memory, he is an official without using weapons. The Cavaliers hit ten normal adult men, basically without any problems.

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"Thirty-seven Hunter Street? This is where the famous detective agency in Ruen is located?" He looked at the small second-story building with "Valverde Private Detective Agency" written in front of him, and tightened himself. Connor, hiding under the black robe, whispered to himself:

I looked around, and found that he was not paying attention to himself on the street. Connor put on a mask and sunglasses, lowered his bowler hat tightly, covered his face as much as possible, pushed open the unlocked wooden door and walked in. .

"Young man, you should knock on the door politely and then come in again!" Just as Connor walked into the house, a full-fledged voice sounded. In a room full of typical Kaman style decorations, a little old man drank his mouth. Sitting on the sofa facing the door with a pipe, his brown eyes seemed to be in the professional habit of a detective, carefully looking at the employer who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Suppressing his politeness again, making sure that his face was not showing a trace, Connor bowed slightly, pointed at the little old man in front of him, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness, may I ask you Is it Mr. Valverde, the detective?"

"First of all, as the owner of the room, I accept your apology. Second, if there is no second detective, Mr. Valverde, in this room, then I should be the person you are looking for!" The little old man slammed his cigarette holder deeply. , Said quite humorously:

　　 But it’s a pity that Connor, who was very worried, didn’t have the humor he got. He scanned the surroundings. Connor tentatively asked, “Mr. Valverde, are we here to talk about things?”

　　 "I promise with my reputation that this place you are now in is absolutely private!" The famous detective Valverde glanced at Connor and said meaningfully:

　　 nodded, Connor took out an envelope from his arms, placed it on the log desk, and pushed it to Valverde.

　　 "Rebecca, Department of History, Ruen University, this woman, I want her to be active in the next week, pay attention, I'm talking about everything!"

　　 Connor said solemnly, and also specially emphasized the word "everything".

Opening the envelope with great interest, Connor pushed him to see the portrait of Rebecca. Although Valverde didn’t say anything, Connor still noticed some slight expressions on the face of the little old man in front of him, Barr. Wade also seems to be surprised by Rebecca's beauty.

Putting the portrait back in the envelope, Valverde tapped his fingers on the table, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said: "It is a violation of the laws of the Empire to investigate the whereabouts of the citizens of the Empire without permission from the Empire Police... ·······"

　　 "How much do you want?" Connor didn't have the desire to listen to Valverde's nonsense here. He stretched out a palm very simply, interrupted Valverde's speech, and said in a deep voice:

　　 Looking at the decisive employer in front of him, Valverde's cloudy eyes flashed and gave a number.

　　 "Hardware Pound!"

"I'll give you ten gold pounds, but I hope your work is more meticulous and not showing any troubles. That woman is not only beautiful!" Connor did not make a bold counter-offer, but also gave Valverde at the price requested. The price was doubled, but in the last words, Connor gave Valverde a hint.

Seeing that Connor is so generous, UU reading www.uukānshu.com Valverde's wrinkled face showed a bright smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum, he slightly nodded and said confidently: "Believe that a week later, Sir, you will definitely be satisfied with your present generosity!"

"I'm looking forward to this scene!" Withdrawing a dark green banknote with a face value of metal pounds from his wallet, Connor said softly; "This is a deposit, and I will pay the remaining balance when it arrives a week later. of! ’

"no problem!"

Leaving Valverde’s private detective office, walking on the streets of Ruen, Connor looked up at the blue sky and the sun hung high. Not only did he not feel the warmth of the burning sun, but here instead. In the beautiful weather, he seemed to be in the immortal ice, and both his body and soul felt the biting cold.

　　 The behind-the-scenes murderer who cursed him to death, like a shadow shrouded Connor's heart, leaving Connor in his throat, sleeping and eating.

Taking a deep breath, Connor's eyes flashed with crazy killing intent, and he clenched his fist tightly, and said bitterly in his heart: "Whoever you are, since you want me to die, then I will send you in first. hell!"

　　 "Chip, is there any way to improve my current self-protection ability?"

　　 Lying on the soft bed, looking at the exquisite murals on the ceiling, Connor, a little depressed, asked Chip:

He can be cursed once, and naturally he can be cursed a second time. If the person who cursed him finds that he is not dead, he will definitely have the next move. So the most urgent thing is to find out who cursed him, there is another thing. To do, that is to improve one's own strength. Only when one's own strength is strong, all conspiracies and tricks will appear pale and weak.