Marguerite's words left Connor scratching his head in confusion. He looked at the three wizard apprentices in the dining hall and carefully sensed the energy waves they were hiding. Two seconds later, Connor seemed to have realized something. His eyes flashed as he whispered to Marguerite, "Are they from the Church of the Storm?"
Marguerite nodded and lowered her voice, "There are too many people here. Let's talk outside."
Marguerite and Connor quietly walked out of Uncle Giroud's Beer House and went to a small café opposite the Beer House. They found a private room with a wide view and sat down.
After they were seated, Marguerite set up a soundproof barrier. She didn't wait for Connor to ask and took the initiative to speak, "Those three are the Church of the Storm's spies in the Achilles Community. The leader is a wizard with a buzz cut. His name is Abrach, and he has the bloodline of Odin. The potions are hidden in the Achilles Community, so they should know something."
Marguerite didn't say anything. Connor looked at Marguerite with a questioning gaze. Under Connor's gaze, Marguerite hesitated for a moment before nodding.
After receiving Marguerite's affirmation, a smile appeared on Connor's face. Now that he had a clue, this matter would be much easier to handle.
Although there were three of them, they were only wizard apprentices. With Connor's current strength, he could take them down in a matter of minutes. However, since they were from the Church of the Storm and Marguerite had a lot of feelings for the Church of the Storm, Connor still had to consider Marguerite's opinion. Now that he had Marguerite's approval, Connor could do whatever he wanted.
After pondering for a moment, Marguerite said to Connor, "Connor, I need a few of these potions. You can have the rest!"
"Marguerite, you can distribute them. I'm just helping you!" Connor said with a shrug.
While Connor and Marguerite were talking, the advanced wizard apprentice called Abrache by Marguerite came out of Uncle Giroud's Beer House with his two intermediate wizard apprentices. Connor and Marguerite looked at each other. Connor threw two pennies on the coffee table and walked out with Marguerite. They quietly followed behind Abrache and the others.
After finishing their meal, Abrache and company walked around Achilles Community for more than ten minutes. They didn't know where they were going, so Connor, who was following behind them, couldn't help but feel puzzled. Then, he turned to Margaret and asked, "Margaret, do you know where they're going? Or does the Church of Storms have any secret strongholds in Achilles Community?"
Hearing Connor's question, Margaret rolled her eyes at him, then said with annoyance, "If I knew that, I would have taken you there long ago. As for standing there with you just now …"
"Uh …"
Connor was a little surprised by Marguerite's answer, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense. He turned his attention back to Abrache and the other two in front of him. Although the three's whereabouts were strange and puzzling, they obviously didn't realize that there were two official wizards following them and planning to attack them.
Connor looked around and saw that there was no one around. A cold light flashed in his eyes. After following the three for more than ten minutes and finding nothing, Connor's patience was exhausted. It was time to take action.
"Connor, wait!"
Just as Connor was about to launch a mental attack on Abrache and the other two, Margret, who was beside him, suddenly reminded him, "Don't underestimate them.
Although he didn't know why Marguerite asked him to wait, Connor still stopped his mental attack because he trusted Marguerite. He then looked at Abrache and the other two in front of him with some confusion.
Under the watchful eyes of Connor and Marguerite, Abrache finally stopped turning. He didn't feel that there was someone following him and walked into an unknown place in the Achilles community. His two subordinates stayed outside the factory to keep watch for him.
Seeing this, Connor and Marguerite exchanged glances. Connor then left Marguerite, who was still injured and unfit to fight, outside. His black robe flashed and he entered the factory.
As soon as Connor entered the factory, he squinted his eyes and looked at a corner of the factory. In this empty factory, there was actually another person besides Abrache. This made Connor a little surprised.
"Abrache, you bastard! Why were you gone for so long?"
A middle-aged man with a square face dressed in the traditional robe of the Church of the Storm was reprimanding Abrache with great dissatisfaction.
A hint of displeasure flashed across Abrache's face at the middle-aged square-faced man's reprimand, but the next second, he still put on a smile and explained, "Mr. Pedro, there are too many people out there. Us brothers also have to be careful, afraid that we'll attract the attention of the secret society, so we took a few more detours. That's why we're a little late. Please forgive us, Mr. Pedro. "
After that, Abrache took out a lunch box from his space ring with a big smile and handed it to Pedro. He then said, "Mr. Pedro, this is the Parmesan bread and Cassido steak you asked for. I also added a bottle of good wine from Flamino Manor for you. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
As the saying goes, don't slap a smiling face. Although Abrache had starved him for more than ten minutes, his attitude was very good, and he even brought him a bottle of good wine. Mr. Pedro snorted a few times, and the anger in his heart dissipated. He didn't continue to reprimand Abrache. Instead, he opened his lunch box and began to enjoy the bread and steak that Abrache brought him.
Seeing Pedro eating happily, Abrache's expression changed and he asked him tentatively, "Mr. Pedro, you're a big shot from Saint Antis Church. I wonder what kind of things are hidden here that someone like you has to guard it."
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