Count of Wizards

This gang of H came fast and walked very fast. After knocking down people and smashing things, they turned around and disappeared into the nearby streets and alleys without any hesitation. The next even more astonishing scene happened. The H gang had just left for a few minutes, when the passers-by nearby saw that the H gang had gone far and was about to rescue the injured moving workers,

More than a dozen carriages from the Loen Police Department galloped from the street, and dozens of uniformed police officers brought the scene under control.

"How did the police come here today?" An old man in the Montero restaurant who was having a drink alone muttered in a low voice with some doubts:

"Yeah, how did the gang of policemen come here today? The last time the H gang went shopping on Helen Road, it was only three blocks away from the police station. It took them half an hour to arrive..."

"Half an hour? Last time I was blackmailed by the H gang, I called the police and they didn't come here for three hours!"

The old gentleman's words instantly ignited the atmosphere in the restaurant, and everyone complained about the bureaucracy and slow action of the Loen Metropolitan Police Department.

Suddenly Connor's heart moved, and he frowned slightly and glanced at the street outside the window, then immediately took advantage of the opportunity that the customers in the restaurant were having a heated discussion and no one was paying attention to him, so he turned his head very covertly to the person behind him. Varga quickly said: "A team of church arbitrators is approaching here, you go to the safe house and wait for me first, the two of us going together have too big a goal and are easy to be targeted!"

Varga knew that Connor, who was a spiritual wizard, was far more powerful than himself and could detect farther places faster, so he nodded at Connor without any doubts, and then called out to the waiter After paying the bill, he took out a banknote and threw it on the table, then put on his top hat and left the restaurant in a hurry.

After drinking the red wine in the glass, Connor greeted the waiter, paid for his meal, and then tidied up his coat slowly before walking out of the Montero restaurant, facing the opposite direction to Varga. one way to go. Knowing that an arbitrator was coming, Connor dared to make such a big deal because he found that the arbitrator's attention seemed to be entirely on James Trading Company.

Connor is sure that the attack by Gang H just now was a premeditated trap, but the target of the trap was not Connor Ferguson, but "James Trading Company"

Based on Connor's knowledge of the Loen Metropolitan Police Department, it is impossible for them to dispatch the police at such a fast speed. The nearest police station to the Felix Building is five streets away. Under normal circumstances, it takes fifteen minutes to travel, but from H It took less than ten minutes for the gang to show up, leave, and the police carriage to show up! Moreover, this is the West District, not the East District, and there will be no police patrolling here on a daily basis, so it is obvious that this is a conspiracy against the "James Trading Company".

"There is an emergency and the streets are blocked! You guys all show me your ID!"

Just when Connor walked out of the two streets where the incident happened, thinking that he was safe, two teams of Loen military police carrying rifles blocked the street in a murderous manner. A military police officer with the rank of Second Lieutenant, Just standing at the entrance of the street and shouting arrogantly:

Connor's eyes ignored the group of military police who could only scare ordinary people, but looked behind them over the group of military police. Behind the military police, seven men in plain clothes were carefully looking at the Pedestrians on the street.

Feeling the spiritual power sweeping over him, Connor's heart suddenly sank. He never expected that there would be a team of church arbitrators here. Although he was very shocked, there was no fluctuation on Connor's face .

Under the glances of several arbitrators, Connor silently stood in the queue for document inspection. He could only do so now. If there were only one or two arbitrators at this time, Connor was confident that he would Strength, you can leave without a sound, but there are as many as seven arbitrators here. Although these seven arbitrators are all lower than Connor, the absolute advantage in numbers makes Connor Impossible to get out of here without alarming them.

Taking advantage of the fact that these seven people's spiritual power was temporarily placed on others, Connor quickly touched his pocket, and then quietly put his own ID in the pocket back into the space ring. It was also disguised and made easy. Now that he looks like this, he obviously can't use the ID that belongs to Connor Ferguson. According to the usual practice, even if he doesn't have a ID to prove his identity, he can almost get through by bribing some money.

After queuing for more than ten minutes, it was finally Connor's turn to have his ID checked. A middle-aged Mediterranean man with the title of Sergeant Major J glanced at Connor and said with a blank expression, "Your ID Woolen cloth?"

"I forgot to bring my ID when I was going out. My lord would like to accommodate you!" Taking out a one-shilling bill from his pocket and stuffing it into the hand of the Sergeant Chief, Connor said in a low voice:

Feeling the touch of the banknotes in his hand, the Sergeant Chief gave Connor a deep look. He waved his hand without saying anything, indicating that Connor could leave. However, at this time, a man standing behind the group of military police The church arbitrator in blue robe suddenly walked towards Connor, then pointed at Connor and said, "Come here!"

Encountering such an unexpected situation, Connor immediately narrowed his eyes. If he read correctly, the blue-robed arbitrator who let him pass at this time seems to be the one with the highest cultivation level among the seven arbitrators. , with the peak realm of an intermediate wizard apprentice, he let himself pass at this time, could it be that he saw his disguise?

Just when Connor was thinking in place, the middle-aged Sergeant Mediterranean J who had just accepted Connor's money thought that Connor was frightened, and he didn't know whether he was afraid that Connor would hurt him, or he had a sense of morality in accepting it. Connor's money, knowing that he had to do things for Connor, anyway, he gritted his teeth and took a step forward, bowed to the blue-robed arbitrator and said: "My lord, I have checked this person, there is no question!"

Glancing at the Mediterranean Sergeant Chief who was speaking for Connor, the blue-robed arbitrator immediately snorted coldly and slammed out. Suddenly, the ordinary Mediterranean Sergeant Chief felt as if he had been hit hard, and his ears and nose overflowed. The bright red blood.