Count of Wizards

At nine o'clock in the morning on the 12th, a somewhat tired Connor walked out of his apartment at No. 16 Rand Street, East End, but he did not go directly to the meeting between him and old Victor at Sensi Villa, but casually. From the busy Rand Street, I stopped an inheritance carriage and came to the very famous Camp Nou Opera in Ruen.

Bought a ticket for the opera house, Connor entered the opera house and sat in his seat. Connor seemed to be a little late. All the seats in the opera house were fully occupied. Wait until Connor is seated in the opera house. It has already officially started, and Mrs. Firmiher, the pillar of the Camp Nou Opera, has already begun her performance.

Although unable to appreciate the charm of the opera, Connor had to admit that this Mrs. Firmiher, although she is over thirty, is still very charming, like a ripe peach, which makes people unable to restrain themselves. Want to take a bite, no wonder that such a gentleman can come to cheer her on the field.

"Connor, go to die!"

Just as Connor leaned back in his chair and applauded frequently for Mrs. Firmiher's wonderful performance, a sound that he knew very well rang in his ears.

Hearing Marguerite's resentful voice, Connor immediately showed a look of surprise, but soon he concealed the surprise, and his mental power locked in the voice of Margaret in the opera house. At Lit's position, her lips moved quietly to Marguerite, who was too easy to say: "Thank God, Marguerite, you are finally here!"

"Hehe, I see you Master Connor, you are very confident, I will meet with your superiors in a while, and I am still in the mood to come here to watch this shameless performance of this slut? Why do you still want to have **** with this Woman roll the sheets? But I tell you this slut, Fermich, the man who used Roon’s bed, there is no one hundred and eighty!" Margaret seems to be unable to forgive Connor for what he said just now. His appreciation of Mrs. Firmich’s performance, the sound transmission continued to be full of resentment.

Connor suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. He shrugged and the sound transmission replied: "If I remember correctly, Margaret, you have set it down before, and met at the Nou Camp in an emergency!"

After talking about Connor, he took a surprised look at Mrs. Firmiher who was still performing on the stage. Although he thought that this "peach" might have a relationship with some people, he did not expect that there would be so many people. Connor did not doubt Margaret's words. Margaret was in the Storm Church, and the news was naturally very sensitive.

"See you at Calderon Opera next time!" After hearing Connor's words, Margaret gritted her teeth and replied:

After Margaret finished speaking, the sound transmission between her and Connor fell into silence. After a while, Margaret also took the lead to break the silence. Her voice returned to normal and said to Connor: "Decision Already? Victor is also recorded in the archives of the church. There are not many senior wizard apprentices in the entire Kaman Empire who are better than him..."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Connor replied in a flat voice: "I don't think it is very likely that he will do anything to me this time. I just came to you just in case. You can rest assured that I am now. No old Victor is strong, but he can't catch me alive."

"If I was worried that you would reveal my secrets, I would have killed you earlier, you bastard!" Feeling Connor's accentuated tone on the word "catch alive", Margaret's voice transmission was brought on again. A touch of anger.

These words of Margaret immediately confused Connor. If it wasn't for fear of being captured by old Victor alive and divulging her secrets, why would Margaret care if she would go to see Victor? ?

"Did you bring what I want?" Although I don't know what Margaret really thinks, Connor sighed with emotion in his heart and asked Margaret about the topic. .

"I put it in Room 301 of the hotel opposite!" In Margaret's voice, although there was still some emotion, he gave an answer that made Connor very satisfied.

A happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Connor replied with a very sincere voice transmission: "Thank you!"

Connor knew very well that it was a very difficult job to get the things he wanted in just two days, even with Margaret's ability.

"I will wait for you in the wooden house!" For Connor's thanks, Margaret said firmly:

"It's up to you! But if I am really planted and unsaved, don't do anything meaningless. You can rest assured that I won't sell you if I'm really down!" Connor sorted out his own body. The windbreaker immediately walked out of the opera house.

Looking at Marguerite, who disappeared from the back of the opera house, under the disguise, a pair of beautiful eyes revealed a complex color.

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"Mr. Sensi Villa is in front. It's a high-end villa area. I can't get in with a carriage!" In the taxi, the young coachman pointed at the neat rows of villas in front and said with a wry smile. Su Ri'an is bitter, but his eyes are full of envy.

"Yeah, I see!" Connor, who was closing his eyes in the carriage, opened his eyes and threw two shillings to the coachman, and then walked out of the carriage.

"Thank you, sir! This is my contact information. If you still need it in the future, you can find me at the address above!" Seeing that Connor was so bold in his shots, the young coachman immediately lit his eyes. After picking up the banknotes, he hurriedly took out a card that looked like a place name from the pocket of his clothes, and handed it to Connor with very respectful hands.

Without even looking at the coachman, Connor waved his hand and walked to the Sensi Villa area not far away, leaving the young coachman alone shivering in the cold wind.

Not far from the gate of Sensi Villa District, several people who looked like security guards stopped Connor, and several people surrounded Connor in the middle.

After scanning the security guards and confirming that they were just ordinary people, Connor didn't say much. He wasn't sure if it was a trick old Victor played with him.

As the so-called "people depend on clothing, Buddha depends on gold" Kang Na has always paid more attention to his own image. All clothes are privately made by high-end tailors, so the clothes seem to know that they are not cheap. These security guards look like I don't know who Connor is, but by looking at his clothes, I know that Connor is not a poor man, and he didn't say anything bad.