Wizard Count

Different from the Knight in the traditional sense of Earth in the West, the Knight in this world is more like a Knight in a broad sense. Anything that stimulates vitality and has a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people. The warrior can be collectively referred to as Knight.

The nobility originated from Knight. This is an ancient proverb from the Kaman Empire that simply and directly describes the relationship between Knight and traditional nobility. So basically hereditary aristocrats like the Ferguson family have a treasured Knight's Breathing Technique within the family.

Although under the impact of modern thermal weapons, Knight is far less powerful than it was hundreds of years ago, but Knight's Breathing Technique is still a very special existence among the nobles. Some conservative nobles even Follow the custom of passing on males and not females.

And the reason George envied himself so much in his words just now is largely because the George family was born as a banker, and it only began to prosper in his grandfather’s generation. Before his grandfather, he was a commoner family. The Breathing Technique passed down from generation to generation, and the Breathing Technique that was later bought at a high price, are also ordinary goods. This leads to George, who is the same age as his own, and now only has the strength to prepare for Knight.

Perhaps the reason for the welfare of the transmigrator. With the help of the chip, Connor can now fully grasp the strength of the body. According to the description of Knight’s strength in memory, without using weapons The next official Knight beat ten normal adult men, basically without any problems.

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"37 Hunter Street? This is Ruen City Which famous detective office is located?" Connor, who was hiding his figure tightly under the black robe, muttered to himself while looking at the 2-Layer small building with "Valverde Private Detective Office" written in front of him. Said:

I looked around all around and found that he was not paying attention to himself on the street. Connor put on a mask and sunglasses, and pressed down his bowler hat tightly, hiding his face as much as possible, pushing Opened the unlocked wooden door and walked in.

"youngster, you should knock on the door politely and then come in again!" Just as Connor walked into the house, a hearty voice sounded, filled with a room decorated in a typical Kaman style. A Little Old Man sat on the sofa facing the door with a pipe in his mouth. His brown eyes seemed to be in the professional habit of a detective, carefully looking at the employer who suddenly appeared in front of him.

I suppressed my politeness again, and made sure that his face did not show a trace of it. Connor bowed slightly, pointed at the Little Old Man in front of him, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, please forgive me. My rudeness, are you the detective Mr. Valverde?"

"First of all, as the owner of the room, I accept your apology, and secondly, if there is no second detective Mr. Valverde in this room, then I should be the one you were looking for!" Little Old Man slammed the cigarette holder deeply, and said quite humorously:

But it is a pity that Connor, who is very worried, did not get it at all. His humor, sweeping the surrounding environment, Connor tentatively asked: "Mr. Valverde, are we here to talk about things?"

"I promise with my reputation that now you are in This place is absolutely private!" Detective Valverde took a look at Connor and said meaningfully:

nodded, Connor took out an envelope from his arms and placed it on the log desk. , Pushed to Valverde.

"Rebecca, Department of History, Ruen University, this woman, I want her to be active in the next week, pay attention, I say everything!"

Connor said solemnly, and emphasized it specially. The word "everything".

Opened it with interest. Connor pushed the envelope to him and saw the portrait of Rebecca. Although Valverde didn’t say anything, Connor still noticed some slight expressions on the face of Little Old Man in front of him. , Valverde also seems to be surprised by Rebecca's beauty.

Putting the portrait back into the envelope, Valverde tapped his finger on the table and thought for a while before slowly speaking: "It is a violation of the laws of the Empire to investigate the whereabouts of the citizens of the Empire without the permission of the Empire Police. ···········"

"How much do you want?" Connor didn't have the desire to listen to Valverde's nonsense here, so he simply stretched out a palm and interrupted Valverde. Said solemnly:

Looking at the decisive employer in front of him, Valverde’s cloudy eyes flashed and gave a number.

"Five golden pounds!"

"I will give you ten golden pounds, but I hope you do your work more carefully and not show off your feet, that woman is not only beautiful! "Connor didn't counter-offer boldly, and even doubled the price that Valverde asked for, but in the final words, Connor gave Valverde a hint.

Seeing that Connor is so generous, Valverde’s wrinkled face showed a bright smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum, he said slightly nodded confidently: "I believe that in a week, sir, you absolutely I will be satisfied with your present generosity!"

"I am looking forward to this scene!" Withdrawing a dark green banknote of five golden pound denominations from the wallet, Connor said softly;'This It's a deposit, and I will pay the remaining balance when it arrives a week later! '

"No problem!"

Leaving Valverde's private detective office, walking on the streets of Ruen City, Connor looked up at the blue sky and the sun hanging high. Not only did the whole person not feel the warmth brought by the burning sun, on the contrary, in this beautiful weather, he seemed to be in the eternal ice, and both the body and the soul felt the biting cold.

The behind-the-scenes murderer who cursed him to death, shrouded Connor's heart like a shadow, causing Connor to sleep and eat as if having a fish bone stuck in one's throat.

Took a deep breath, Connor’s eyes flashed with a crazy killing intent, he clenched his fist tightly, and said bitterly in the heart: "Whoever you are, since you want me to die, then I will send you to hell first!"

"Chip, is there any way to improve my current self-protection ability?"

Lying on the soft bed, watching With the exquisite murals on the ceiling, Connor, a little depressed, asked the chip:

He can be cursed once, and naturally he can be cursed a second time. Those who curse him find that they are not dead, they will definitely have The next step is to act, so the top priority is to find out who is cursing oneself, there is another thing to do, and that is to improve one's own strength. Only if one's own strength is strong, all crafty plots and machinations, demons and monsters will appear pale and weak.