"Sir, here's your Riel steak and Bauhinia rum. Please enjoy!" In a luxurious hotel on the banks of the Mallorca River, a well-dressed waiter with a smile on his face placed the delicately cooked food on the table. He then turned to the young man in front of him who was wearing a well-fitting trench coat and looking at the night view of the banks of the Mallorca River outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel.
"Oh …" Connor nodded slightly and took out a five-shilling note from his wallet and threw it on the table.
"Thank you, sir!" Picking up the five-shilling note on the table, the smile on the waiter's face became even brighter. Customers usually tipped 10% of the bill. Connor's bill was about three gold pounds. Logically speaking, he could only get three shillings as a tip. Now that he got two more shillings, it undoubtedly made him even more grateful to Connor.
Facing the waiter's heartfelt gratitude, Connor just waved his hand and signaled the waiter to take the tip and leave. From the beginning to the end, his gaze never left the huge floor-to-ceiling window beside him.
"Sir, if you need anything, please call me at any time!" The waiter said to Connor respectfully again before leaving.
"It's so interesting!" Through the huge floor-to-ceiling window beside the table, Connor couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he looked at the docks, warehouses, and residential areas dotted with lights in the distance.
After receiving Marguerite's letter, he came here. The reason why Mallorca was named Mallorca was because of the Mallorca River that ran through the city and connected to the Stormy Ocean. Sixty percent of Mallorca's economy depended on the Mallorca River.
Connor's current location was the best place to observe the night view of Mallorca County. He had a panoramic view of the Mallorca River flowing in the city. Of course, Connor didn't come here for nothing. Even if he didn't order anything, he still had to pay the hotel an additional five-shilling fee.
First, he poured himself a glass of rum to moisten his throat. Connor picked up the knife and fork, slowly cutting a piece and putting it into his mouth.
"Hmm … It's really Riel steak!" Feeling the smooth and tender texture of the steak in his mouth, Connor was pleasantly surprised. When he ordered the Lille steak on the menu, he only wanted to observe the opposite shore from the best vantage point. He really didn't plan on eating authentic Lille steak that was only available in small quantities in Loen's star-rated hotels in a small place like Mallorca.
While enjoying the delicious food, Connor once again shifted his gaze to the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window. His purpose of coming to Mallorca this time was to find a warehouse not far from him on the Mallorca River. If Marguerite hadn't told him the location, Connor wouldn't have believed that the secret warehouse of the Church of the Storm was located there!
The busiest and busiest part of Mallorca was the Mallorca River that ran through the entire city under Connor's feet. There were warehouses, docks, and at least a hundred ships coming and going every day. A conservative estimate of at least ten thousand people passing through this location every day. The layout of the secret warehouse of the Church of the Storm could be said to be very bold. Did the person who decided to set it up know that in another world, China, there was an old saying: "The great hermit hides in the city."
After carefully studying the location of the secret warehouse, Connor had to admit that although it was bold to set up a secret warehouse in a place where so many people gathered every day, it was indeed a very good choice!
According to the usual way of thinking, when people thought of the word secret, they would first think of a quiet and remote place. They would never associate a secret warehouse with a place where so many people came and went every day. Secondly, the location of the secret warehouse was a distance away from the Mallorca branch of the Church of the Storm. A normal man in his prime would only need ten minutes to walk. If it were the two intermediate wizard apprentices in the branch, Connor estimated that if he attacked the secret warehouse, the two of them would probably arrive within two minutes!
Connor had already been in Mallorca for two days. He had already inspected the surroundings of the secret warehouse. The first thing he discovered was that the magic circle protecting the secret warehouse that Marguerite mentioned in her heart was not only amazing in terms of defense, but also in terms of concealment! If Connor Ferguson was not an alchemist and had seriously studied magic circles, even if he got the address from Marguerite, he probably would not have discovered the clues of the secret warehouse. He might have even thought that the secret warehouse of the Church of the Storm was just an ordinary warehouse on the banks of the Mallorca River!
According to his own knowledge of magic circles, Connor came to a conclusion about the protective magic circle of the secret warehouse. Under normal circumstances, if he used all his strength and didn't care about the movement and influence, he could break the protective magic circle in about five minutes. But if he did that, he didn't have to worry about the consumption of his magic power to break the magic circle. He would have to face two intermediate wizard apprentices from the branch who came to reinforce the secret warehouse, as well as two beginner wizard apprentices who were guarding the secret warehouse. A total of four wizards!
Even if Connor went all out and killed all four of them, looted all the Black Rock Grass in the secret warehouse, and successfully sneaked back to Loen, after such a big commotion, the Church of the Storm, which had always been strong-willed, would definitely not sit back and do nothing. When the time came, the Church of the Storm would definitely pursue Connor.
If the secret society did not provide Varga with Black Rock Grass, and there was no other way to get Black Rock Grass from other places, Connor might really break through to become an advanced wizard apprentice in order to concoct the Mystical Energy Potion. However, it was not worth taking such a big risk just to get the essence of Black Rock Grass two months earlier!
Therefore, even if he wanted to touch the secret warehouse, it was absolutely not advisable to force his way in. He could only try and see if he could outsmart them.
After finishing the Lille steak and Bauhinia rum on the table, Connor picked up the napkin on the table and wiped the corners of his mouth. After calling for the bill, he immediately threw five one-gold pound notes on the table. He then got up and walked out of the hotel, disappearing into the dark night of Mallorca. He was very satisfied with the meal, so he did not mind paying an extra one or two gold pounds.
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