Count of Wizards

At nine o'clock in the morning on the twelfth, a somewhat tired Connor walked out of his apartment at No. 16 Rand Street in the East District, but he didn't go directly to the meeting with 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 House in Ruen.

After buying a ticket for the opera house, Connor entered the opera house and sat in his seat. It seems that Connor came a little late, and all the seats in the opera house were already filled. Now that it's officially started, Mrs. Firmich, the pillar of the Camp Nou Opera House, has already started her performance.

Although he can't appreciate the charm of opera, Connor has to admit that although Mrs. Firmich is over 30 years old, she is still full of charm, just like a ripe peach, which makes people unable to help themselves. She really wanted to take a bite, so it was no wonder that such a gentleman came to praise her.

"Connor, go to hell!"

Just as Connor leaned back in his chair and applauded Mrs. Firmich's wonderful performance frequently, a very familiar voice sounded in his ear.

Hearing Margaret's resentful voice, Connor immediately showed surprise on his face, but he quickly covered up the surprise, and his mental power locked on Marg who transmitted the voice to him in the opera house. In Lite's position, the voice transmission to the easily overwhelmed Margaret said with slightly moving lips: "Thank God, Margaret, you are finally here!"

"Hehe, I see you, Master Connor, are very confident. You are going to meet with your superior in a while, and you are still in the mood to come here to watch this shameless slut perform? Fuck off the bed? I’m telling you that this slut, Firmich, has eighty if not a hundred men who have slept with Ruen!” Margaret seemed unable to forgive Connor’s behavior just now. The voice transmission continued to be full of resentment in appreciation of Mrs. Firmich's performance.

Connor was a little dumbfounded. He shrugged his shoulders and replied through voice transmission: "If I remember correctly, it was Marguerite that you had previously arranged to meet at the Camp Nou Opera House in an emergency!"

After speaking, Connor took a surprised look at Mrs. Firmich who was still performing on the stage. Although he thought that this "juicy peach" might have a relationship with some people, he didn't expect that there would be so many people. Well, Connor didn't doubt Margaret's words. Margaret was in the Church of the Storm, so the news was naturally very sensitive.

"See you next time at the Calderon Opera House!" Hearing what Connor said, 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 broke the silence first, and her voice returned to normal and said to Connor: "Decided Is it? Victor is also recorded in the church's archives, and there are few senior wizard apprentices in the entire Kaman Empire who are better than him..."

A faint smile appeared on 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. Don't worry, I am now Not as strong as old Victor, but he couldn't have captured me alive."

"If I was worried that you would reveal my secret, I would have killed you long ago, you bastard!" Feeling Connor's emphasis on the word "capture alive", Margaret's voice transmission once again brought A touch of anger.

Margaret's words immediately confused Connor. If it wasn't for the fear that she would be captured alive by old Victor and reveal her secret, why would Margaret care about whether she went to see Victor? ?

"Did you bring what I want?" Although he couldn't figure out what Margaret was thinking, Connor asked Margaret the real question while feeling the needle in his heart. .

"I'll put you in room 301 in the hotel opposite!" Margaret's voice, although still tinged with emotion, gave an answer that satisfied Connor very much.

A delighted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Connor replied in a very sincere voice transmission: "Thank you!"

Connor knew very well that getting what he wanted in just two days, even with Margaret's ability, was a very difficult job.

"I'll wait for you in the cabin!" Margaret said firmly to Connor's thanks:

"It's up to you! But if I really fall and I can't be saved, don't do any unnecessary actions. Don't worry, I won't betray you even if it really happens!" After finishing speaking, Connor tidied up his body. Windbreaker, immediately walked out of the opera house.

Looking at the back of the disappearing opera house, Margaret under the disguise, a pair of beautiful eyes revealed a touch of complexity.

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

"Well, I see!" Connor, who was resting with his eyes closed in the carriage, opened his eyes and threw two shillings to the coachman, and then got off the carriage.

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

Without even looking at the coachman, Connor waved his hand, and then walked towards the Sensi villa area not far in front of him, leaving only the young coachman shivering in the cold wind.

Not far from the gate of the Senxi villa area, several people who looked like security guards stopped Connor, and several people surrounded Connor in the middle.

After scanning these security guards with his eyes and confirming that they were just ordinary people, Connor didn't say much, he wasn't sure if this was a trick played by old Victor.

As the saying goes, "A man depends on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold clothes." Connor has always paid more attention to his own image. All the clothes are privately ordered by high-end tailors, so the clothes look cheap. I don't know who Connor is, but I can tell from his clothes that Connor is not a poor man, and he didn't say anything rude.