Count of Wizards

Looking at the two wet water glasses on the desk and Rebecca lying on the bed, Connor suddenly realized a problem. Ever since he entered the room, Vidal hadn't moved anywhere, no matter whether he released the three Vidal didn't move a ball of corrosive liquid, or was shot in the arm by himself, or attacked himself with the big gray hand just now.

Two water glasses are wet, which shows! what? This shows that there is a high probability that two people drank water! And now that Rebecca is already drugged and lying on the bed, what will happen to Mr. Vidal who also drank the drugged well water that Connor had drunk?

Did he not move because he didn't want to move now? Or is it because of drug seizures, unable to move?

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Connor Ferguson immediately took his plan into consideration. Without hesitation, he directly pulled out the sharp Kulun knife from his waist, and rushed towards Rebecca who was lying on the bed, watching Connor's attack In the direction, Vidal stared angrily, chanted quickly, and once again displayed that big gray hand, trying to stop Connor.

Looking at his big gray hands beside him who wanted to stop him, Connor didn't hide the smile in his eyes after the trick succeeded.

"Not good!" Vidal yelled in his heart. The pride on Connor's face made him realize another possibility, and he was about to sing again immediately.

However, Connor would not give him this chance. As he planned, he stopped his steps towards Rebecca, then turned around and jumped up, and the back of Kulun knife slashed viciously on Vidal's temple. superior.

"Bang!"

After only hearing a muffled sound, Vidal, who was halfway through singing, fell limply to the ground and fell into a coma!

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In an empty room in the old castle.

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"

One after another, the muffled sound of fists colliding with flesh came from the room continuously.

Left uppercut, right uppercut, uppercut... Connor Ferguson mercilessly punched the sack in front of him that was hung on the beam .

"Tick tock..." "Tick tock..."

On the rough surface of the khaki-yellow sack, in some places, dark red blood oozes, and one drop after another, the blood is dripping onto the floor.

He punched the sack again, causing the sack suspended in mid-air to shake for a while. Connor finally paused his beating, took out a white towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then Put the sack on the ground.

I saw a person lying impressively in the sack, and this person was none other than Vidal! But at this time, Mr. Vidal is far away. He was full of vigor when we first met. Now he is tied up and covered with wounds. There is almost no intact skin on his whole body.

Even in order to prevent him from chanting, casting dark green liquid and big gray hands and other sorcery, Connor stuffed a broken rag in his mouth, making him unable to speak a word now, but Mr. Vidal is indeed not an ordinary person In Connor's beating that can almost be called "sadism", he still remained awake, his fierce eyes fixed on Connor, if eyes can kill, then Connor must be in On the way to heaven!

Putting the revolver on Vidal's temple, Connor said in a deep voice: "I hope to talk to you, now I want to remove that rag from your mouth, but if I hear your singing, I will Blow your brains out the first time, I believe you will never want to see your own brains!"

Seeing that Vidal didn't resist fiercely, but was still staring at him, Connor took a deep breath, and slowly took the rag out of Vidal's mouth.

"Pooh!"

As soon as the rag was taken out of Vidal's mouth, a stream of bright red saliva was spit on Connor's face.

"You son of a bitch, if I didn't fall for your tricks, I will definitely make you regret coming to this world now!" Vidal said hoarsely with his slender triangular eyes showing a sinister light:

Wiping off the stinky saliva on his face, Connor laughed back angrily, patted Vidal's bruised cheek lightly, and said lightly; "I didn't expect Mr. Vidal to be a tough guy, what a disrespect, disrespect. ! To be honest, I admire you tough guys the most!"

As soon as the words fell, Connor directly covered Vidal's face with a towel. Vidal seemed to realize what Connor wanted to do, his fierce eyes became a little frightened, and his body began to struggle instinctively.

But it is a pity that Vidal's struggle is doomed to be futile under the effect of being tied up with hemp ropes that are as thick as his arms.

Poured five large buckets of water on the towel, until Vidal's body started to convulse all over, waving his hands and feet indiscriminately, Connor stopped "waterboarding!"

Looking at Vidal's miserable appearance now, Connor didn't have the slightest pity in his heart. He knew very well that the original Connor Ferguson died at the hands of this guy's curse. If he chose to sit and wait to die, he would also be Same result.

Uncovering the towel covering Vidal's face, Connor put the revolver on his temple again, "Mr. Vidal, please believe me, death is never the scariest thing, if you continue to be "tough guy" like this , I will definitely make you beg me to kill you!"

Hearing Connor's threat, Vidal, who had just recovered from the waterboarding, had a look of humiliation flashed in his slender triangular eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said, "What do you want to know from my mouth?"

"Why did you and Rebecca curse me, what did you do in my memory? Friendly reminder, dear Mr. Vidal, I have my own judgment. If I feel lies and deceit, it is not only Vidal Mr. is alone!" Connor said in a low voice, without concealing the naked threat in his words,

After carefully listening to Connor's words word by word, the anger and resentment in Vidal's eyes surprisingly disappeared, replaced by calmness. "Connor, let's make a deal! You saw it just now. I cast a spell. I know you must be interested in these things. I'll give them to you. How about letting me and Rebecca go?"

Seeing that Vidal seemed to be bargaining with him, Connor immediately sneered, and said lightly: "One hand"

"What do you mean?" Vidal frowned and asked back, he didn't understand what Connor meant by a hand at all.