It was a balding middle-aged man in a formal suit. He took over the seat of the rich woman who had just been defeated by Connor.
Although this middle-aged man's movements were very subtle, Connor could still sense that this fellow's attention had always been on him. At first, Connor was a little surprised that this fellow was spying on him. However, after playing a round of cards together, he felt this middle-aged man's exquisite card playing skills and his mental strength observation … When this middle-aged man's shirt had the unique logo of Martais Casino on it, Connor couldn't help but laugh involuntarily. My goodness, I've only won a few hundred gold pounds, and there's already someone from the casino who has his eyes on me.
Shaking his head with a smile, Connor purposely lost over a hundred gold guineas. Afterwards, he pretended to be dispirited and left the private room. Just as he guessed, not long after he opened the private room, the bald middle-aged man also left the private room.
"Hi!" In the corridor, Connor called out to the middle-aged man who had just walked out and threw about a hundred pounds worth of chips at him.
The middle-aged man was obviously surprised to see Connor calling out to him, but he still caught the chips that Connor threw at him.
"Sir, here are your chips. Please take them!" The middle-aged man was quite shrewd. Although he was a little surprised, he quickly calmed down and handed the chips that Connor threw to him back to Connor.
However, Connor didn't look at the chips. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man with a faint smile. "Someone introduced me to Mr. Gondoz, and I think you can help me pass on the message."
When Connor said the name "Gondoz", he could clearly see the middle-aged man's pupils constricting. Obviously, the middle-aged man knew what Gondoz meant.
"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. Please take your chips!" the middle-aged man said politely, but his tone was very cold.
Connor didn't mind the coldness in the middle-aged man's voice. "I was introduced by Saoul, and I have a big deal for you. Since you've already said that, don't tell me that you don't know what I'm talking about. Tell Gondoz my message, and these chips are yours!"
Maybe it was Connor's words or the chips that were worth more than a hundred pounds, but the middle-aged man remained silent for a while before he whispered to Connor, "I can pass on the message, but I can't guarantee that he'll meet you!"
"Very good. You've made a wise decision!" Connor smiled and patted the middle-aged man's shoulder lightly.
The middle-aged man took the chips and left quickly. About ten minutes later, he returned to Connor's side. "You're very lucky that Mr. Connor is willing to meet you. Follow me!" he whispered to Connor again.
After that, the bald middle-aged man took Connor to a relatively hidden private room in the casino. There was no one else in this private room, only a skinny old man smoking a cigar was sitting quietly on the sofa in the private room.
The middle-aged man who brought Connor to the private room bowed deeply to the old man and left the room, leaving Connor and the skinny old man alone in the room.
"You're looking for me?" The skinny old man took a deep puff of his cigar and spat out a cloud of smoke. He squinted his eyes and looked at Connor. His voice was a little muffled, as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat.
"I have a sum of Posis silver worth more than ten thousand Imperial pounds. I'd like to exchange it for Imperial pounds!" Connor glanced at the old man's waist. His experience as an alchemist and his keen perception as a Spirit Adept allowed him to sense an energy wave that was unique to magic items that could be detected by the power of the will.
"Since you've found your way here, you should know that I don't do business with strangers!" The skinny old man's eyes lit up. He took another puff of his cigar and slowly said to Connor, "That's why I'm here.
"That's why I looked for Sa 'ur and asked him to introduce me. Besides, aren't all regular customers transformed from strangers?" Connor smiled and said, "That's why I asked Sa' ur to introduce me.
After hearing Connor's words, the skinny old man didn't say anything. He only smoked his cigar calmly until the cigar in his hand was completely gone. He then said in a deep voice, "What you said makes sense. I'll take your business. I don't want to know where your silver came from, but I want 40% of the money!"
"No problem. I can give you the silver tomorrow, but I want the Imperial pounds on the spot!" Connor said in a deep voice.
"Young man, you have to understand that sex takes time …" The skinny old man said faintly.
Connor didn't say anything. His expression was resolute. He was determined to get this request. He could exchange the ten thousand Imperial pounds worth of Posis silver for six thousand Imperial pounds, but he had to do it in cash. He didn't have the time to wait for this Casino Martais to slowly launder it.
"Alright, I'll make an exception for you. Take your silver tomorrow at ten in the morning and go to the basement of the Kaipa Building in the northern district. Someone will be waiting for you there!" After sensing Connor's determination, the skinny old man said after a moment of silence.
"Thank you!" After saying that, Connor immediately turned and left the room.
About a minute after Connor left, a hidden door in the room was pushed open. A scholarly figure that Connor had never expected walked into the room.
"Is this person a Magus?" The skinny old man didn't seem surprised by this person's arrival. He took out another cigar and put it in his mouth.
"I can't tell!" The middle-aged man who walked in from the secret door spoke faintly. Although there were some white hairs on his temples, which made people feel that he was very old, his handsome face was very well maintained. Whether it was his forehead or the corners of his eyes, there were very few wrinkles.
If Connor was still in the room, he would definitely be shocked to see this person appear. This middle-aged man was the original owner of Connor's alchemy furnace, the wealthy merchant Emory.
"Ten thousand Imperial pounds is quite a lot. Do you want to make a move on him?" The skinny old man's eyes flashed with a frightening cold light as he said sinisterly.
Emory muttered to himself for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The Church of the Storm is conducting a large-scale search. It's not a good idea to make a move on him now. Earning four thousand Imperial pounds isn't bad. Besides, this person isn't simple. It might not be a good idea to make a move on him."
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