"Oh, I can deal with the losses myself. I don't want any compensation. I'll donate it to the Metropolitan Police Department. Thank you for your hard work in handling the case!" Connor sneered in his heart. He knew very well that Brother Reintel was just a scapegoat.
Naturally, Rodri and his gang from the Metropolitan Police Department could not find the people from the Serta Sect who robbed his villa. They could only find a random thief and pin him on Connor. As for compensation, Connor did not even think about it. Since he could not get Recoil, he might as well give it out as charity. It could also be considered as a good karma. Although the Metropolitan Police Department was not very efficient and capable, it still had some value.
Hearing Connor's words, Officer Roderi, who was still a little embarrassed, suddenly showed a trace of joy on his face. After declining Connor's good intentions, he accepted it with a smile.
After saying goodbye to Inspector Roderi, Connor returned to his own apartment. Connor was a nostalgic person. He was very satisfied with the previous decoration, so he redecorated it exactly the same as before.
After opening the door and breathing in the air, Connor showed a satisfied smile. It was the same feeling as before!
Sitting on his sofa casually, Connor took out a bottle of gin from the wine cabinet, intending to celebrate the renovation of his apartment. However, when Connor casually noticed a screen in the dining room next to the wine cabinet, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.
Countless thoughts gathered in Connor's mind in a split second. In just a second, Connor made his decision. As if he had not noticed anything, he sat back on the sofa, humming a tune happily.
"Alas …"
Connor sighed. Then, a man in a gray robe with an aquiline nose sat on the opposite side of Connor's sofa under the lock of Connor's spiritual power.
"Connor Ferguson, I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances, but I have to admit that I have indeed underestimated you." The man in gray robe with an aquiline nose stared into Connor's eyes and said with seeming sincerity.
Hearing this person's words, Connor chuckled and did not reply directly. Instead, he picked up the gin on the guest table, poured himself a glass, and drank it in one gulp before asking, "Lindelof?"
"Yes!"
The man in gray robe with an aquiline nose nodded. He was the general manager of the Selta Sect in Loen.
Lindelof's admission was not out of Connor's expectation. Connor stared into Lindelof's eyes and asked, "I admire you. You have the guts to hide here. I guess you're seriously injured now!"
"Haha, Emperor Laurel once said that the most dangerous place is the most dangerous place. That's right, I'm seriously injured right now, but it's not something an intermediate wizard apprentice can spy on!" After saying this, Mr. Lindelof threw a pile of things on the desk.
Connor took a closer look. These were the core devices of the alchemy mechanisms he had set up in the apartment. Without these core devices, his mechanisms were completely useless. The reason why he had discovered someone in the apartment was that he had discovered that the mechanism he had installed on the screen had been tampered with.
"I'm so scared …"
Connor was not flustered and exasperated when his alchemy mechanisms were destroyed. Instead, he smiled and applauded gently.
"Advanced apprentice, you're indeed an advanced apprentice. I can't hide my little tricks from you. I admire you, I admire you!" At this point, Connor suddenly changed the topic and said, "Mr. Lindelof, why don't we get straight to the point? What do you want to talk to me about?"
If Lindelof wanted to kill him, there would be plenty of opportunities for him to do so before he noticed anything unusual. But he didn't make a move. Therefore, if there was no accident, this senior wizard apprentice must be planning to capture him alive!
"Very good. It's always nice to talk to smart people. I guess Mr. Connor is also curious about why we're targeting you, right? How about this? I have a suggestion. How about we ask each other a question, and the other party can't refuse it? "Lindelof looked at Connor and said calmly.
Hearing the words "the other party can't refuse it", Connor had a playful look on his face. He did not refuse Lindelof's suggestion and said directly, "No problem. In that case, I'll ask first. Why is the Selta Sect targeting me?"
"This is a good question, but the answer is very complicated. I can't explain it clearly with just a few words. To put it simply, the ancestor of the Ferguson family, Stephen Ferguson, was a member of the Selta Sect a long, long time ago. The organization originally thought that he had died in a battle a long, long time ago. However, after our investigation in recent years, we found that Mr. Connor's ancestor was just faking his death. His purpose of faking his death was to steal a treasure from the organization. Therefore, in order to find the whereabouts of the treasure, we came here!" Although Lindelof said that it was simple, in fact, he explained it in detail.
"Beep. According to the genealogy of the Ferguson family, Stephen Ferguson is the seventh-generation ancestor of the host's current body!" A cold female voice sounded in Connor's mind.
Hearing that Stephen Ferguson was indeed his ancestor, Connor really wanted to cry. Although he had guessed that the Selta Sect was related to his family, Connor really did not expect it to be this kind of origin.
"I'm very satisfied with your answer. What about your question?" After thinking for a short while, Connor looked at Lindelof again.
"Were you the one who sent the people to kill us in the warehouse?" Lindelof stopped smiling and asked seriously.
"That's right! You all planted bombs in my hotel. Naturally, I had to kill all of you. It's a pity that I missed you! "With a sneer, Connor did not evade and admitted it directly.
Following Connor's admission, a murderous look appeared in Lindelof's eyes. However, in the next second, Lindelof concealed this murderous look.
Connor ignored the murderous look in Lindelof's eyes and asked again, "What about the Flosinone family and the Ferguson family?"
"Hehe, Mr. Connor, as the future Count of the Empire, you really don't care about your own family. If we had any results over there, we wouldn't have come to you!" Lindelof said coldly.
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