If one were to look closely at this transparent ball of light, one would be able to vaguely see Walker's face within the ball of light. However, at this moment, the arbitrator was no longer as spirited as before. Instead, the face within the ball of light was filled with hatred and fear.
The speed of the ball of light was very fast. In an instant, it rushed out of the cruise ship and wanted to fly into the distance. However, just as Walker's face showed a hint of relief, a chain with mysterious runes on it silently wrapped around the ball of light and restrained it on the spot.
"In front of a spirit type sorcerer, you want to escape with your soul? Seems like you really don't know what to do in a panic!" Looking at the ball of light that was trapped by his shadow chain, Connor said indifferently. After finishing his words, he waved his hand and the ball of light that was restrained by the shadow chain slowly flew towards Connor's hand.
"No …"
Walker who was within the ball of light shouted in fear. He was like a trapped beast, trying to struggle and escape from all of this. However, without his physical body, without the hammer of storm, and with only his spirit power left, he was now a piece of fat meat that could be sliced up by anyone. Connor could slice him up however he wanted.
Grabbing the ball of light with his palm, Connor was not in a hurry to play with Walker. He directly took out a small bottle from his space ring and placed Walker's soul into the bottle.
After dealing with Walker, Connor looked around and felt a slight headache. After killing Walker, how should he deal with the scene and cover up his traces?
After thinking for a while, Connor's eyes lit up. He thought of a good idea!
Half an hour later, on the sea surface that was about ten miles away from Greenwood, a deafening roar sounded!
"Boom!"
A ball of fire exploded from the bridge of a passenger ship. Following that, the steam engine of the passenger ship that was connected to the bridge also exploded. In less than a minute, a medium-sized passenger ship that could carry dozens of people slowly sank into the bottomless ocean.
In the distance, the initiator of all this, Connor, stood on a small boat and looked at the result of his creation with a mocking smile.
He had already cleaned up the passenger ship. Now that there was an explosion and a flood, not to mention whether the Church would be able to find the passenger ship, even if they did, they would only be able to get the wreckage.
… ….
… ….
Three days later, late at night, in his apartment at 16 Rand Street, Connor, who had just taken a comfortable hot bath, was sitting on his soft sofa in his sleeping robe, leisurely reading the Loen evening papers.
However, a gust of wind blew by. The window of Connor's apartment was silently opened and then closed. A faint fragrance appeared around Connor.
"You're done?" Connor didn't seem to notice the abnormality around him. His attention was still focused on the newspaper in his hand.
"Yes, Connor, you did a better job than I thought!" Marguerite, who came quietly, sat on the sofa beside Connor. Her seductive eyes were full of appreciation.
"Walker is an intermediate apprentice!" Keeping the newspaper, Connor stared at Marguerite. Although his tone was calm, Marguerite, who was sitting beside him, could clearly feel the icy chill in Connor's words, as well as the faint killing intent.
"I'm sorry, I only found out after the fact! I brought you compensation! " Marguerite seemed to have expected Connor's attitude. She didn't panic at all and took out a fist-sized ore mixed with silver light from her space ring. She placed it on the guest table between them.
"Mithril ore, I believe you can extract at least 10 grams of Mithril from this!" Pointing at the ore, Marguerite explained apologetically.
Hearing Marguerite's apology, Connor's eyes swept towards Marguerite's compensation — the Mithril ore. He seemed to be interested in picking up the Mithril ore and placed it in his hand.
Fiddling with the Mithril ore in his hand for a while, Connor pointed at the Mithril ore and said to Marguerite with a smile that wasn't a smile, "Do you think this thing can make up for your deceit to me?"
Before his voice died away, Connor didn't wait for Marguerite's explanation and suddenly grabbed the defenseless Marguerite's slender and white neck. His whole body pressed down on Marguerite's body.
Marguerite didn't expect her collaborator to sneak attack her. She was stunned on the spot. Without waiting for her to react, her life was in Connor's hands. If Connor used a little more force, Marguerite, this devastatingly beautiful woman, would die on the spot.
"I'll tell you one last time, Walker is an intermediate apprentice, I only found out yesterday!" Although her life was in Connor's hands, Marguerite's azure blue eyes didn't have the slightest trace of fear. She said with some disappointment, one word at a time.
Marguerite didn't beg for mercy as expected. Connor suddenly felt that he was in a dilemma. After using the Soul Assimilation Technique on Walker, he naturally knew that Marguerite was telling the truth. Before this, Marguerite didn't know that Walker had already broken through to become an intermediate apprentice.
Connor didn't even think about killing Marguerite. If he had decided to kill Marguerite, Connor would have used all his strength to launch a sneak attack instead of grabbing Marguerite's neck like now.
But even so, the reason why Connor did what he did now was to give Marguerite an unforgettable lesson. He couldn't let her think that he was deceiving her and that she could get away with a little benefit.
However, his plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Marguerite didn't beg for mercy and admitted defeat. This made Connor, who wanted to find a way out, feel that things were a little tricky.
His heart moved, Connor secretly made a decision. The arm that was grabbing Marguerite's slender neck immediately increased its strength. Marguerite's white face immediately became paler, but Marguerite still didn't beg for mercy. She stared into Connor's eyes and said with difficulty, "Connor Ferguson, if you think that I have the intention to harm you, then do it. Dying in the hands of a bastard like you should be a kind of relief!"
After saying that, Marguerite didn't resist at all. She closed her eyes, as if she was waiting for Connor to kill her.
"Motherf * cker …" This kind of situation that Connor didn't expect to happen at all suddenly made Connor's heart feel as if there were ten thousand mythical beasts running wildly in his heart.
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