Count of Wizards

"Son, did you see the bullet I took out of his wound yesterday? Do you know why that bullet is silver instead of the normal black?" Looking at the suspicious look in her granddaughter's eyes, Mary Grandma hesitated for a moment, finally sighed, and said slowly:

Varga shook her head in confusion, for a girl like her who had no experience in the world, she didn't understand what all this meant.

"That silver bullet is a demon-breaking bullet. Only the Police Department and the Church of the Storm in Loen City have this kind of bullet! The person who shot Connor Ferguson last night should be someone from the Police Department and the Church of the Storm!" Grandma Mary calmed down. The analysis said:

Varga covered her little mouth in surprise. She had never thought about it before. She opened her mouth and instinctively wanted to refute what her grandmother said for Connor, but before she could say it, she thought about yesterday Before Connor fell into a coma at night, remember to keep what you said confidential, and don't call the police or tell the church.

Although she is not deeply involved in the world, it doesn't mean she is stupid. She realizes that perhaps the truth is as her grandmother said.

Holding her granddaughter's slender hand with pity, Grandma Mary decided that since she had said it, she would report another big news, "My Varga, I'm afraid you don't know that Connor Ferguson is a junior wizard apprentice! And since he is a wizard, he was hit by the demon-breaking bullet representing the Police Department and the Church of the Storm, what does that mean, Varga, you should understand? Connor Ferguson is an evil dark wizard!"

"Son, you may say that not all dark wizards are necessarily bad guys, but I want to tell you that I feel a lot of resentment from Connor Ferguson. Connor, including last night, has killed people recently and not only One, even if the killing is done under normal circumstances, there is no such great resentment, it is very likely that Connor is... brutal killing!"

"So, stay away from Connor Ferguson! He is an evil dark wizard!" Grandma Mary warned her granddaughter solemnly with a serious expression.

"No...it's not true!"

Varga hugged herself in pain. Varga obviously couldn't accept what her grandmother said, but her reason told her that her grandmother would not lie to her.

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Connor, who was staggering and unsteadily walking on Rand Street, didn't know that his old background had been blown away.

"Damn, why is Temo so painful?"

"You said you pretended to be you, and you have a thicker skin, so you can not commit this living crime?"

At this time, the sweat on Connor's angular face was falling drop by drop on the ground, and his face was extremely pale. Although he was very lucky, the wound on his chest has not burst open again until now, but Tetmo hurts!

To use a line from one of the bad movies that Connor watched when he was still on earth, it is "My heart is being crushed!"

After barely walking outside the door of his apartment, a relaxed smile appeared on Connor's face, and soon he could lie on his comfortable little bed, do nothing, and be a quiet fish.

"Crack!"

Open the door with the key, just when Connor walked into the apartment and was about to collapse on his sofa, Connor's face changed suddenly, and he took out his revolver from his waist.

"Master Connor, it's me!" Just as Connor was about to open the revolver, an old voice familiar to Connor came from the apartment

"Old Victor?" Hearing this voice, Connor whispered in disbelief:

Following Connor's voice, the stooped figure of old Victor emerged from the darkness of the apartment.

"Master Connor, I'm very glad to meet you!" Taking a deep look at Connor, Victor, who always had a straight face, couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Old Victor butler, so am I!" Connor reacted quickly, having recovered from the shock of Old Victor appearing in his apartment.

"Master Connor, are you injured?" Looking at Connor's left chest, Old Victor frowned and said:

A wry smile appeared on Connor's face, and Connor said with some gratitude: "When I took advantage of the chaos to escape that day, an arbiter from the Church of Storms followed me. I couldn't get rid of him, so I had no choice but to fight him. He did, but I also had a serious injury and it's only now that I've dealt with it and come back here."

"Master Connor, do you mean to say that you killed the escaped arbitrator?" Old Victor's poker-like face did not change at all, but the cloudy eyes looking at Connor showed more A taste of scrutiny.

Facing old Victor's scrutinizing eyes, Connor didn't dodge anything, and said affirmatively: "I didn't go in and killed him, and cremated his body and buried it deep in the ground!"

"Master Connor, you have done a good job. Every arbitrator of the Church of Storms has a soul lamp. As long as the arbitrator dies, the soul lamp will go out to remind the church, so after killing the arbitrator, be sure to clean up the scene and eliminate Traces!" Seeing Connor's resolute look, Old Victor nodded his head as a compliment to Connor.

"Old Victor, how is your housekeeper? Has the arbitrator discovered my identity?" Connor hesitated for a moment, and asked Old Victor nervously. He doesn't pay attention.

"Victor, Master Connor, don't worry, the Church of Storms can only find the remaining two arbitrators in the arms of their Storm Goddess!" Looking at Connor with a half-smile, Old Vic Duo very straightforwardly gave an answer that satisfied Connor to the extreme.

"That's great!" Connor nodded reassuringly. The three arbitrators who appeared that day should not have deliberately ambushed, but hit by mistake. Otherwise, old Victor wouldn't have fought back with one enemy and three that day. Take your time.

"Master Connor, the professor asked me to give this to you!" Just when Connor was in a good mood, butler Victor handed over the simple black ring of the first brother.

Somewhat puzzled, Connor took the ring from old Victor. Connor looked it over carefully. In terms of style, this black ring was a typical Byzantine style of the last century, but it was said that this ring was an antique. Certainly not, the main material of this ring is obviously Persis’s Cullen steel, which was only researched by Persis a hundred years ago. Sorry.