Count of Wizards

"Oh, I can deal with the loss by myself. I don't want any compensation. I donated it to the Metropolitan Police Department. Everyone has worked hard to handle the case!" Connor sneered in his heart, and he was naturally very clear. I, Brother Reintel, are nothing more than scapegoats.

Of course, Rodri and his gang in the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't find the Celta cult who ransacked his villa, so they could only find a random big thief to hold him. As for the compensation, Connor didn't think about it at all. If it is not enough, it is better to give it out, which can be regarded as forming a good relationship. Although the Metropolitan Police Department is not very efficient, it is still of some value.

Hearing what Connor said, Police Officer Rodri, who was still a little embarrassed, suddenly showed a gleam of joy on his face. After saying goodbye to Connor's kindness, he also accepted it with a very satisfied smile.

Saying goodbye to Inspector Rodriguez, Connor returned to his apartment. Connor is also a nostalgic person, and he is very satisfied with the previous decoration, so this time the redecoration is exactly the same as before.

Opening the door and taking a breath of the air inside, Connor had a satisfied smile on his face, it was the same feeling as before!

Sitting casually on his sofa, Connor took out a bottle of gin from the wine cabinet, intending to celebrate the new decoration of his apartment, but when Connor casually noticed that the wine When he was looking at a screen in the dining room next to the cabinet, his face remained unchanged, but his heart sank secretly.

Countless thoughts converged in Connor's mind in just a split second, that is, in one second, Connor made his own decision, and he sat back happily humming a little song as if he hadn't noticed anything. to the sofa.

"well···········"

Connor let out a sigh, and then a man in a gray robe with a hooked nose sat opposite Connor's sofa under the lock of Connor's mental power.

"Connor Ferguson, I didn't expect that we would meet in such a situation, but I have to admit, I really underestimated you." The man in the gray robe and hooked nose stared into Connor's eyes, and said sincerely:

Hearing what this person said, Connor chuckled and did not reply directly. Instead, he picked up the gin on the guest table, poured himself a glass of wine, and then asked back after drinking it: "Lin Delof?"

"Exactly!"

Lindelof, the head of Celta Cult in Loen, with a hooked nose in a gray robe, nodded.

Lindelof's acknowledgment did not surprise Connor. Connor stared into Lindelof's eyes and asked, "I really admire you. You have the guts to hide here. I think you are now You are seriously injured!"

"Haha, Emperor Raul once said that the most dangerous place may be the most dangerous place. It is true that I am seriously injured now, but it is definitely not something that an intermediate wizard apprentice can spy on!" Mr. Delof threw a bunch of things on the desk.

Connor took a closer look. These are the core devices of the alchemy mechanism he set up in the apartment. Without these core devices, his organs would have no effect at all. The reason why he just found out that there are people in the apartment is also because It was discovered that the mechanism he installed on the screen had been tampered with.

"Afraid..."

His alchemy mechanism was dismantled, but Connor didn't lose his temper. Instead, he clapped his hands gently with a smile on his face.

"Senior apprentice, really is a senior apprentice, I really can't hide my little tricks from you, admire, admire!" At this point Connor suddenly changed the subject and said: "Mr. Lindelof, why don't we open the skylight and speak honestly, you What are you trying to talk to me about by talking nonsense with me here?"

If Lindelof wanted to kill him, he would have a lot of good opportunities before he noticed the abnormality, but he didn't do it. So this senior wizard apprentice, if nothing else happened, his idea should be to capture himself alive!

"Very well, it's a pleasure to talk to smart people. I think you, Mr. Connor, are also curious. Why are we following you? How about I have a proposal. How about we each ask each other a question, and the other party doesn't like you?" How can I refuse?" Lindelof looked at Connor and said lightly:

Hearing the seven words "the other party cannot refuse", Connor's face also had a playful look, he did not reject Lindelof's proposal, and said directly: "No problem, since that's the case, I will first Come to ask, why did your Celta sect follow me?"

"This is a good question, but the answer is very complicated, and I can't tell clearly with three eyes and two words, but in simple terms, the ancestor of the Ferguson family, Stipe Ferguson, was a member of the Celta Church a long, long time ago. The organization originally I thought he died in a battle a long time ago, but after our investigations in recent years, we found that your ancestor, Mr. Connor, just faked his death, and the purpose of his fake death was to steal from the organization. A treasure, so in order to find the whereabouts of that treasure, we came here!" Although Lindelof said it in a simple way, in fact he said it in detail.

"Hey, according to the genealogy of the Ferguson family, Stipe Ferguson is the seventh-generation ancestor of the subject's current body!" A cold female voice sounded in Connor's mind.

Hearing that this Stipe Ferguson is really his ancestor, Connor really wanted to cry without tears. Although he had already guessed that the Celta religion was related to the family, Connor really did not expect that it turned out to be such an origin.

"I'm very satisfied with your answer, what about your question?" After thinking for a while, Connor looked at Lindelof again.

"Did you find the person who came to kill us in the warehouse?" Lindelof restrained the smile on his face and asked seriously:

"That's right! You all planted bombs in my hotel, so of course I'm going to kill you all, but it's a pity that I missed you!" A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, Connor didn't shirk, and he admitted it very simply.

With Connor's acknowledgment, a killing intent appeared in Lindelof's eyes, but the next second Lindelof hid the killing intent.

Regarding the murderous intent in Lindelof's eyes, Connor turned a blind eye and asked again: "How is the Ferguson family in the Frosinone family?"

"Hehe, Mr. Connor, the future Earl of the Empire, you really don't care about your family. If we have any results over there, we won't come to you!" Lindelof said coldly: