After pondering for a while, Connor finally made up his mind. A small flame appeared at the tip of his finger, burning the letter that recorded all the secrets of the Secret Society that Connor knew into ashes.
Not only that, for safety's sake, Connor shook his sleeves and created a gust of wind, sending the ashes of the letter into the sewers.
After dealing with the letter, Connor took out a pen and paper from his space ring, and began to write on the letter.
Dear Adele, please forgive my sudden letter. I don't think you know how much I love you. Ever since we parted, I've been absent-minded. My mind is filled with your gentle smile that is like the river in Leganes, and your brilliant smile. I've been deeply addicted to your charm, and I'm unwilling to extricate myself. I'm the son of the Earl, the future Earl of the Kaman Empire. I've seen countless beautiful women, but none of them have made me as addicted as you do. If I can be with you, I'm willing to give up all my honor.
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Please give me a chance to protect you, to love you, Adele. I'll use my life to promise you how much I love you.
After writing the final signature, "Connor who has been intoxicated by your gentleness." Although Connor was disgusted by the mushy content of his letter, he nodded in satisfaction after checking the entire letter. He put the letter into a metal box and sealed it.
Looking at the floor tiles that had been completely sealed, without any trace of a silver box underneath, Connor revealed a smug smile.
If you wanted to ask who the Adele in this letter was, Connor would tell you that he didn't know who Adele was. After all, Adele was just a name that he made up, and had no real meaning. This letter seemed to be a love letter to Adele, but in fact, this "love letter" was written in a code that Connor and Marguerite had agreed on. On the surface, it looked like a love letter, but the actual content was exactly the same as the previous letter that Connor had just burned.
The code between Connor and Marguerite was only known to the two of them. If you didn't know the code, even if you got this letter, you wouldn't be able to decipher the true information recorded in the letter even if you racked your brains! And the reason why he chose to record this letter in such a way was none other than that Connor had no other choice. He had worked with Marguerite for so long, but Connor still didn't know much about Marguerite's true identity. He only knew that Marguerite and the Church of the Storm's Arch-Cardinal, Elena, were very close. Marguerite was a spy that Elena had placed in Loen.
Although he couldn't figure out Marguerite's background, Connor was certain that Marguerite wasn't a member of the secret society. Now, there were definitely members of the secret society in the Church of the Storm in Loen. Connor was almost certain that the current Loen Church of the Storm's bishop, Eder, was a member of the secret society. Even the bishop of Loen's Church of the Storm was a member of the secret society. In theory, anyone in Loen's Church of the Storm could be a spy of the secret society. Therefore, under such circumstances, it was very precious to confirm that a high-ranking member of the Loen's Church of the Storm wasn't a member of the secret society!
If something really happened to him, as long as Marguerite got the letter he placed in the silver box, he could use it as a condition to bargain with the secret society. Even if it really came down to it, this letter could also be used as Connor's final revenge against the secret society!
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Walking on the famous art street in Loen's East Borough, Connor, who was still wearing a black trench coat, constantly scanned the various cafes, bars, and galleries on both sides of the street. He seemed to be looking for something.
Noticing the name of Duwei Coffee House written on the signboard of the shop in the middle of the street, Connor finally stopped his footsteps. Pulling out his delicate pocket watch, he glanced at the time and immediately walked into the coffee house.
"Hello, sir! May I ask if you are a member here? " As soon as Connor pushed open the glass door of the café, he saw a petite waitress in a maid's dress. Her fair face had a sweet smile as she greeted him.
Glancing at the luxurious but low-key interior of the café, Connor slowly opened his mouth and said, "I'm not a member here!" In the letter, George only told him that he wanted to meet him at Duwei Café's private room 3 at 3: 30 pm. He didn't say that he needed a member, but it seemed that Duwei Café was a typical private club that only accepted members and wasn't open to the public.
"I'm so sorry, sir. Our Duwei Café is a private café, and we only serve registered members. I'm so sorry …" The petite waitress said in a soft voice. Although she was rejecting him, her tone and voice were full of apology.
"Although I'm not a member here, my friend asked me to meet at 3: 30 pm in your private room 3. If it's possible, I hope you can inform him for me!" Connor pulled out a one pound note from his wallet and handed it to the waitress.
"I'm sorry, sir. We don't allow our waitresses to accept tips privately, but I can inform the manager about your situation. Please stay where you are and don't walk around. I'll be back soon!" After politely rejecting Connor's tip, the waitress reminded Connor and quickly walked to the office of the café.
Although the tip he handed out was awkwardly rejected, Connor clearly noticed that when he said the words "Private Room 3", the waitress's eyes lit up with surprise!
Connor didn't have to wait too long. In about two minutes, the waitress came back. However, she didn't come back alone. Beside her was a middle-aged man in a formal suit with a smile on his face. He looked gentle and elegant.
"Hello, sir. I'm Duwei Café's shift manager, Falcao. I heard from Vivian that your friend asked you to meet at 3: 30 pm in our private room 3?" The middle-aged man called "Falcao" gently shook hands with Connor in a gentlemanly manner. Immediately after, he asked Connor with a smile.
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