After the middle-aged man left, the young man walked into the manor alone. Although this place was called a "manor," strictly speaking, it was just a slightly larger yard with a farm. It couldn't be compared to the luxurious manors owned by nobles and wealthy merchants that occupied hundreds of acres for vacation.
After surveying his surroundings, the young man's face revealed a wave-like glow. Following that, the young man with an ordinary face revealed his true form.
"The third one!"
Connor was very satisfied with the surrounding environment. This was the third property he had purchased in the past week.
There was an old saying on Earth: "A wily rabbit has three burrows." Connor deeply believed in it.
After experiencing the previous incident, Connor was very emotional. At a critical moment, he didn't even have a safe house of his own in Loen. He could only rely on the Secret Society's safe house. Such a situation was very unacceptable to Connor.
Previously, he had been busy treating his mental trauma, taking out a loan to buy an apartment, and breaking through his cultivation. Connor didn't have the time to complete this matter. Now, Connor had just paid the final payment for the apartment and was left with a bank loan of 1,500 pounds. He still had plenty of money on hand. Furthermore, there was no news from Marguerite, so he could only bide his time. Therefore, he took the time to deal with this matter.
The characteristics of these three properties were all different. Some were in the downtown area, some were in the slums, and some were in the countryside. The reason for this choice was that Connor was also to be vigilant in times of peace. He was afraid that when it came to a critical moment, others could infer the range of his other safe houses by observing the characteristics of one of them.
After another round of inspection and setting up some simple traps, Connor left and returned to his apartment at 16 Rand Street.
When he returned home, Connor was pleasantly surprised to find that there was an additional letter in his mailbox!
From the packaging to the contents of the letter, there was no difference. On the surface, it looked like a survey from a restaurant named Spar to Connor, asking if Connor was satisfied with the restaurant's dishes and service, and if he had any comments.
After carefully reading the questionnaire, Connor showed a satisfied smile. After a week, Marguerite finally found the content he wanted.
There was nothing wrong with the questionnaire itself. Even if one used the most advanced detection spells to examine it, there would be no problem because what was really interesting was not the questionnaire, but the content of the questionnaire.
These questions that looked like "Dear sir, which dish do you like the most in our restaurant?" would show a completely different content after being deciphered with an agreed password. If one didn't know the password, no matter how high one's cultivation base was, they wouldn't be able to decipher the content of the questionnaire.
This was the method of communication that Connor and Marguerite came up with after their previous meeting in the apartment. It was to be discreet. After all, things were different now. The bishop of the Loen Church of the Storm was replaced by the former captain of the Loen Arbiter Team, Adel. The new captain was strict with the search and arrest of non-official wizards in the Loen region.
After tidying up his clothes, Connor embarked on his journey to the city library.
When he arrived at the Loen City Library, Connor pretended to read some history books for a while, then returned the books to their original positions and went to the front desk of the library.
"Hello, my friend left something for me in the locker. Can you give it to me?" Connor said politely to the librarian lady who was putting on exquisite makeup at the front desk.
The current library was completely different from the libraries on Earth. The libraries here weren't open to the public for free. If one wanted to come in to read books and find information, it would cost ten pence an hour. In this world, a worker might only earn twenty to thirty pence a week. Therefore, reading books in the library was an absolute luxury!
"Did your friend tell you which locker he left his stuff in?" Hearing Connor's inquiry, the librarian lady who was putting on makeup had a look of displeasure in her eyes, but she still stopped putting on makeup and stood up to serve Connor.
"Locker 077!" Connor was not affected by the displeasure in the administrator's eyes. He said calmly, "That's right.
He said calmly, "I'll take a look for you!" Upon hearing Connor give the locker number, the librarian lady immediately walked to the library's safe room.
Looking at the librarian lady's back as she worked, Connor couldn't help but admire Marguerite's courage. Didn't she know that the librarians who worked in the city library had to have some connections to be able to come here?
For example, the lady who served Connor. Connor felt that she was most likely the daughter of a rich family who was influenced by the empire's women's rights movement and came out to look for a job. Otherwise, with her salary, how could she afford to buy such branded clothes and bottles for makeup?
With how serious they were at work, it was possible that they would make a mistake and give something to someone else.
About five minutes later, the librarian walked out of the safe room with a file bag in her hand. She handed it to Connor and said, "The storage fee is ten pence. Plus the fee for reading books here, it's twenty pence in total!"
Connor rummaged through his wallet and found that there was no change in his wallet. The smallest note was one shilling. Shaking his head slightly, Connor took out a one shilling note and gave it to the librarian.
"Keep the change. I'll treat you to milk tea with the extra money!" After saying that, Connor took the file bag and turned around to leave.
"Wait a second!"
What Connor didn't expect was that before he could take a few steps, the manager lady actually came to his side with eighty pence in her hand.
"Here's eighty pence. Count it carefully. Not all girls want to take advantage of rich playboys like you!" After throwing eighty pence into Connor's hand, this very unique young lady administrator turned around and left, leaving Connor alone in the wind, feeling confused and confused …
"I …" Connor opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the same time. Had he become a rich playboy just like that?
After being struck dumb for a few seconds, Connor shrugged and put the penny back into his wallet before he left the library.
Although the situation was a little like a quarrelsome couple in a soap opera, Connor wasn't interested in this game at all. His attention was on the file that Marguerite left for him.
However, Connor couldn't help frowning after he read the beginning of the file.
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