Looking at the sharp dagger in Khedira's hand, Connor rejoiced inwardly. Although he was an official knight, and his physique was far superior to others, he was still a mortal. Being stabbed by a dagger would definitely send chills down his spine!
Without any hesitation, Connor punched Khedira in the face again. Khedira was only a probationary knight and was no match for him. As long as it wasn't a sneak attack, Connor wouldn't care even if Khedira had a dagger in his hand.
As expected, Khedira, who had just gotten up, was once again slammed to the ground by Connor as if he was chopping vegetables.
"I'm Khedira, the warden of Loen City's First Prison. Gustav is my brother! You're dead meat! " Khedira, who was once again lying on the ground with his head swollen like a pig's by Connor's stomp, and his face covered in blood, was still yelling crazily, his blood-red eyes filled with resentment.
With a cold snort, Connor shook his head gently and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Seeing Connor pick up the dagger and walk towards him, Khedira had a bad feeling. He struggled to crawl back, trying to shake off the demon behind him.
With a cruel smile, Connor grabbed Khedira.
Khedira, who couldn't move at all, looked at the dagger that originally belonged to him in front of him. His resentful expression instantly collapsed, and he begged Connor with tears and snot running down his face, "I beg you, don't kill me, don't kill me. My brother is the warden. As long as you don't kill me, he'll give you a lot of gold pounds!"
Shaking his head at Khedira, the smiling Connor immediately covered Khedira's mouth and stabbed the dagger into his thigh. Dark red blood instantly gushed out from Khedira's wound. After struggling for a while, Khedira, who had lost too much blood, fainted on the ground.
Connor had originally wanted to stab Khedira a few more times to vent his anger, but regrettably, he found that the Morgan gang members who had ignored Khedira's teasing of Varga seemed to have realized that Khedira had been killed. They held weapons and surrounded him in groups of three or four.
Raising his eyebrows, Connor pulled down his hat and turned around without hesitation. He grabbed Varga's hand, who hadn't reacted to all this, and started running.
"Stop!"
"F * ck you, stop!"
Hearing the curses and threats of the vicious gang members chasing after them, Connor, who was running with Varga, calmly took out a stack of pennies and shillings from his wallet and threw them in the air behind him.
Seeing the dark green banknotes dancing in the air, the eyes of the men and women in the bar who had been watching the show suddenly lit up. They all threw down the things in their hands and went to fight for it. The entire hall of the bar suddenly became chaotic and chaotic.
"Brat, get out of my way!"
"Get out of my way! Get out of my way! "
"Do you want to die? Why aren't you standing to the side? "
Although these armed gang members tried very hard to pass through the crowd and catch Connor, under the temptation of money, their threat was very limited. They could only be blocked in the crowd and watch Connor calmly kick open the thick oak door of the bar and leave with Varga.
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Pulling Varga and running for nearly a kilometer in one breath, Connor and Varga just happened to get on the public carriage heading to Green University.
"Thank you, Connor!" Sitting in the carriage, Varga, whose eyes were still a little red, finally remembered to thank Connor.
However, although Varga's voice was a little soft, the feelings in his voice were very sincere.
Glancing at the petite and cute Varga sitting beside him, looking at the serious expression on her face, Connor's gloominess of getting into trouble for no reason in his heart seemed to disappear in an instant.
Reaching out his hand to wipe the tears on Varga's tender face, Connor said with a smile, "It's nothing. I still remember when you cured my injuries, you said that we are friends and should help each other."
"Yes, yes." Varga's beautiful face finally showed a bright smile, as if the sky had cleared after the rain.
Looking at Varga's angelic smile, Connor seemed to have thought of something. Deliberating his words, he said, "Varga, after you go back today, can you not call the police?"
"Why not call the police? Aren't you a noble? Why … "Varga tilted her head and asked with some confusion. In her impression, the nobles of Kaman were the privileged class. Even if they committed a crime, they would be given a lighter sentence by the court. Why did Connor not want to call the police and let the bad guys who molested her receive justice?
Connor smiled bitterly in his heart. How could he explain it to Varga? He couldn't possibly tell her that he had bought illegal contraband in the pub, and once the police got involved and found out that he had bought a revolver, he would be hanged.
In such an awkward situation, it was fortunate that Connor used to write novels and was quick-witted. He thought for a moment and came up with a plan. He pretended to be in a difficult position and said, "The red-haired guy who molested you is called Khedira. You heard him say that his brother is the warden of Loen City's First Prison and is the local tyrant of Loen. Although I am a noble, my hometown is not here … So, please, Varga, don't call the police!"
Connor's words were a little vague, but he believed that the smart Varga would be able to understand what he was trying to say.
As expected, after hearing Connor's words, Varga's face suddenly lit up. She nodded seriously and said softly, "Connor, you've already helped me stab that bastard. You've already helped me vent my anger. Don't worry, I won't call the police again!"
After getting a satisfactory answer, Connor was naturally overjoyed. He now had to focus on dealing with Rebecca and Vidal. He didn't want anything unexpected to happen.
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Watching Varga's back gradually disappear from Green University's campus, Connor smiled and shook his head. His gaze fell on the blue potion in his hand.
There was still a trace of Varga's warm body fragrance on the potion. Varga had insisted on giving it to Connor just now. Varga said that it was a very precious item. When injured, drinking this blue potion could effectively stop the bleeding and relieve the injury. Connor originally didn't want to take it, but Varga's attitude was very firm. She put the potion in Connor's hand and turned to run away.
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