Count of Wizards

After putting away the detective report, Connor nodded at Valverde and said, "I'm very satisfied with your work!" After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and walk out of the house.

"When it comes to a cult like Spiritualism, the best way to deal with it is to seek help from the police and the Church of Storms, they are very interested in discovering cults." Just as Connor was about to walk to the door, Valverde from Standing up on the sofa, reminding me:

Turning around slowly, Connor narrowed his eyes and stared at Valverde. Although he didn't speak, his eyes under the sunglasses shone with a cold light.

Sensing Connor's dislike, Valverde shrugged and explained: "Sir, please rest assured that I Valverde's professional ethics as a detective, I will not report to anyone without your consent. Someone revealed the detective report this time!"

When saying "anyone", Valverde also deliberately emphasized his tone, as if to indicate that his "anyone" includes the police and the church.

"I hope so!" Connor, whose face softened, took a deep look at Valverde, and immediately pushed the door away.

What Connor, who pushed the door away, didn't notice was the greed and madness in Valverde's cloudy eyes the moment he turned and pushed the door!

Back at his apartment at No. 16 Land Street, Connor carefully read Valverde's detective report in its entirety again.

An hour later, Connor put down the report and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

He already has a plan, and this time he will act first, kill Rebecca and that Vidal, and let them pay the blood price for the crime of cursing themselves!

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

Three days later, Rebecca bought a train ticket to Dhaka, a small town in the countryside of Loen City. Rebecca's father's castle, if there is no accident, I believe that Rebecca's destination in the small town of Dhaka is there.

After deducing Rebecca's destination, Connor felt that what he had to do was very, very simple. He waited for her in the old castle in advance, and then watched Rebecca, the goddess he used to be, step by step. Into the deadly trap I set...

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Looking at the red house with the sign of "Papa Morgan's Tavern" in front of him, for some reason, Connor had a very strong premonition. His good friend Ruen, the local snake George, mentioned this place where you can buy contraband. , will never let yourself down.

Tightening his black windbreaker, Connor pushed open the heavy log door of the tavern.

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

There was no abnormality on his face, but from the corner of Connor's eyes, he caught the owners of the two gazes. They were two white men hiding in a secluded place and looking around vigilantly, although the two white men looked The figure is not very tall, but as an official knight, Connor knows how strong muscles are hidden under the not tall bodies of these two white men. Both of these two white men have the strength of reserve knights.

"Should this be the members of the Morgan gang that George said were responsible for maintaining order here?" Connor thought for a while before identifying the two white men.

Although the time Connor chose was not the peak night of the tavern business, the tavern in Papa Morgan's tavern was quite decent, with the malty smell of beer at the bar, the smell of cheap perfume on the heavy makeup of prostitutes in dimly lit places, and The smell of sweat from the bodies of greasy alcoholics in groups of three and four in the bar condensed into weird air waves, sweeping across Connor's nasal cavity.

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

Taking a warning look at the thin figure approaching the wallet in his arms, Connor snapped his fingers and said to the bartender at the bar, "A Tomahawk steak and a glass of Remino vodka!"

Soon, what Connor asked for was brought up, and he threw out a shilling bill casually, signaling to the bartender that he didn’t need to give change, and the rest was a tip. After eating a mouthful of Tomahawk steak, Connor pretended to be casual and said: "Do you know where Vallejo is?"

Hearing the name Vallejo, the bartender froze the flattering smile on Connor's face, he hesitated for a moment, it seemed that he was considering the soft hand and the short mouth of the cannibal, so he whispered Said: "Box No. 6" After he finished speaking, he paused, and the bartender was still a little worried and added cautiously: "Don't say I told you!"

After making an "OK" gesture to the bartender, Connor smiled and waved to the tattered little boy in the dark corner of the bar who was drooling at the steak on his plate, and motioned to leave the steak for him to tidy up later. After touching the windbreaker on his body, Connor walked towards the box in the tavern.

The Vallejo that Connor asked was George told him that he could buy contraband from this person, and this person was the target of Connor's coming here.

Different from other boxes, at the door of box No. 6, there are two strong men like bodyguards, faithfully guarding the security of the box.

"This has been taken over by our boss!" Seeing Connor walking towards this side, after the two strong men glanced at each other, one of the short brown-haired strong men stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"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 and doesn't see any guests!" Hearing the young man in front of him say the name of his boss, a hint of vigilance flashed in the eyes of the brown-haired burly man.

"There is no way, let's accommodate?" Connor still kept a smile on his face, and asked tentatively:

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

"Since that's the case, there's nothing I can do. I'm in a hurry, so... I'm sorry!" As soon as the words fell, Connor, who had always been polite, suddenly burst into a rage, and slashed his brown hair with a knife. On the neck of the strong man, the strong man didn't have any defenses, and immediately fell to the ground. The partner next to him was shocked when he saw his strong man being attacked, but before he had time to fight back, he was caught by Connor. A punch hit the stomach, and he collapsed to the ground as limply as a brown-haired man.