Count of Wizards

"I admit that when Lord Jelena arranged for me to stay in Ruen, he left some people and relationships with me, but the strength of these people is no more than the apprentices of intermediate wizards. Edel sent killers to kill me. They They can't help me at all. Even if I want to use them, they will become a burden and drag me. Connor can only help me in this matter!" Meisou stared at Connor, and Margaret was very Seriously said:

With a wry smile and shook his head, Connor understood that Margaret was sure that he would help her, but Connor was very helpless because he could not understand himself emotionally or intellectually. If she is capable, Margaret is left alone to face the danger of nine deaths. Connor thought about it and took out a rough-worked silver bracelet from the space ring and handed it to Marguerite. Then the introduction said:

"You put on this bracelet, and I can find you within five kilometers. When the situation is critical, you can use your mental power to trigger the third rune in the bracelet, and the two of us can communicate within three kilometers. I have contacted, but it’s not a last resort. Don’t use this function. I just researched this function. The performance is not very stable. In addition, if you use this function, it will cause certain energy fluctuations. These energy fluctuations are likely to be taught by you. Caught by the eye of the storm!"

I heard Connor say that this bracelet allows her to communicate with Connor within three kilometers. Margaret, who took the bracelet from Connor’s hand, has a look of surprise on her pretty face, but When she finished listening to Connor's words, the surprise on Margaret's face turned into a pity. She looked at the silver bracelet carefully and asked Connor with some hesitation: "Connor Can’t the communication function of this bracelet be optimized and perfected?" "Yes!" Without any hesitation, Connor spoke directly, but before Margaret was happy, he continued: "This is my favorite. It is researched first, so it is not perfect yet. It is not difficult to perfect it from a technical point of view, but it takes time for me to perfect it, ranging from half a month to one month. Can you give me this time? "

"Okay!" Margaret murmured helplessly, then put the silver bracelet into her space ring, and then found a map from the space ring and gave it to Connor, saying very solemnly "The area marked with a blue pen on the map is the area I will search for the next period of time. Among them, the Kurdish neighborhood, the Stamford Bridge community, and the Anfield community. The surveillance of the Eye of the Storm in these three places is very weak. In addition, Iraq The Tihad neighbourhood does not have Eye of the Storm's surveillance at all. If they want to get rid of me, these four places are the most likely to do it."

Taking the map from Margaret, Connor spread out the map and looked at the area highlighted by Margaret, and then properly placed the map in the space ring. Connor thought about doing this. I want to say to Margaret: "Tomorrow I have something to deal with. From the day after tomorrow, I will be lurking in the dark to protect you, but you must also be careful. Don’t be careless. If you are in danger, you can’t use blood witchcraft. Don't use blood witchcraft, but once you use blood witchcraft, you must inform me of the situation as soon as possible, and I will kill you as much as possible!" In response to Connor's concerned gaze, Margaret lowered her head lightly. I lightly nodded, indicating that I knew it.

All that should be ordered was ordered. Connor immediately turned around to leave the safe house, but he had just walked to the door, Connor seemed to have thought of something, and turned around again to look at Margaret, and Margaret I looked up and down, and then curiously asked: "Margaret, is the woman at the bus stop near my house just now..."

"Fuck!" Before Connor could finish speaking, two attractive, blushing Margaritas appeared on her cheeks and immediately shouted to Connor viciously:

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Connor’s thoughts were very good, but when Connor, who had been disguised, stepped on Rand Street in the East End, his eyes were subconsciously squinted, and he found four more suspicious-looking people who looked like wizards, sitting separately Different locations on Rand Street ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and if you connect the locations of these four people, you can find that his apartment is in the center of these four people.

Touching his chin, Connor walked quietly into a bar on Rand Street, drank a little wine over and over, and watched these four suspiciously behaved people silently over and over again. I don’t know why he always felt these four people. Unlike the arbiter of the church, or the personnel of special departments of the empire, Connor intuitively told Connor that these four people should be dark wizards!

The four people seem to have a low level of cultivation, and none of them found Connor’s existence. Under Connor’s observation, these four people were obviously together. They looked around, and seemed to be looking for it. Who is the same, and half of their attention is on Connor's apartment.

Aware of such a situation, Connor, who was sitting in the bar, couldn’t help but ponder, and after another half an hour, the four wizards might have not found what they wanted, and their faces were of varying degrees. There was a trace of anxiety. Three of the four used questioning eyes from time to time to look at the beard-faced middle-aged man sitting on the bench across the road from Conner’s house and pretending to read the newspaper. He looked like this middle-aged man with a beard. The big man is in charge of the four of them. Facing the inquisitive eyes of his subordinates, the beard-faced man hesitated, put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up from the bench, and looked like he wanted to walk to Connor’s apartment. At that time, a woman who exuded the breath of strangers suddenly appeared and walked out of Rand Street. Seeing the coming, her beard immediately bowed her head respectfully.

However, what surprised Connor most was that the woman who appeared suddenly only glanced at the big beard man, and then walked over to the bar where he was sitting.