Looking at the dead Joseph, a look of surprise flashed across Old Victor's eyes. He seemed to be surprised that Connor would be so decisive to kill Joseph without any hesitation.
Old Victor nodded and continued, "Young Master Connor, there are still a few people that need to be dealt with. Please follow me."
Connor frowned slightly. From Old Victor's words, it seems that other than Joseph, other informants of the Church of Storms have been captured?
Following Old Victor into the attic of the house, Connor saw the "people" that he needed to deal with.
Pointing at the unconscious woman and the two children in front of him, Connor frowned. He thought for a while and said, "Are they also informants from the Church of the Storm?"
Old Victor seemed to have seen through the hesitation in Connor's heart, and a wicked smile appeared on his old face. He said softly, "Young master Connor, this woman is Joseph's wife, and these two children are also Joseph's children. Emperor Laurel once said, 'Even if the wildfire doesn't burn it out, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows'. You just killed this woman's husband and the father of the two children. Young Master Connor, aren't you afraid that they will take revenge on you in the future? "
"Joseph's children and wife?" Connor hesitated for a while and said slowly, "As far as I know, Joseph doesn't have a wife and children. Is it possible that you made a mistake? "
"No, no, no! Young Master Connor, you don't know Mr. Joseph. As an informant from the Church of the Storm, he is a timid and cautious mouse. He knew that he wouldn't have a good ending, so five years ago, when his wife was pregnant with his first child, he filed for a fake divorce with his wife. He tried his best not to meet his wife and children, but every night when it was quiet, he would come to this house to enjoy the happiness of his family … "Old Victor's voice was full of mockery and disdain.
Listening to Old Victor's words, Connor's heart slowly sank. He understood! Today's matter wasn't as simple as Victor helping him to solve a problem. This was a "pledge of allegiance!" Old Victor, no! It was his mentor, Professor Reyes. He wanted his hands to be stained with blood so that there would be no turning back for him on the path of a Dark Magus!
Joseph had reported him to the Church of the Lord of Storms. It could be said that he didn't have any psychological burden to kill him. Killing his wife was just a matter of ruthless shooting. However, looking at the two unconscious children and their tender faces, Connor suddenly realized that the gun in his hand was extremely heavy.
"Young Master Connor, hurry up and do it! It's getting late. Old Victor still needs to clean up the scene! "Old Victor urged calmly. It seemed that in his eyes, Connor didn't need to deal with three lives. Instead, it was as easy as buying three sets of clothes.
Glancing at Old Victor, Connor recalled what his mentor had told him in Reyes's villa, "Old Victor is also a Dark Magus like you and I, and he has reached the level of an advanced apprentice!" At first, Connor didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. However, now that he thought about it, could it be that Reyes had already predicted this situation and warned him not to act rashly?
Exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Connor pulled a long face and raised the gun in his hand. He had to be humble when he was under someone else's roof. If he rejected Old Victor's offer, no one knew what would happen next …
"Da! Da! Da! "
Just when Connor aimed the gun at Joseph's wife and was about to pull the trigger, an extremely strange sound suddenly sounded in the room. It grew louder, and it affected everyone's nerves.
Following this sound, Connor suddenly felt an excruciating pain in his head. It was as if a long sword was moving back and forth in his head. His nerves instantly tightened to the extreme.
"Hmph!"
Connor was caught off guard and couldn't help but groan in pain. His hand that was holding the gun couldn't help but droop down.
"Mental Storm?" Old Victor's face darkened as he spat out a word.
"Arbiter of the Church of the Storm! Evil Dark Magi, give up your resistance and accept the arbiter! "A man's deep voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"Hehe, an advanced apprentice and two intermediate apprentices want to make me accept the arbiter? The arbiters of the Church of the Storm of your generation are really arrogant, aren't they? " Old Victor sneered. At the same time, he waved his hand and three wind blades appeared in the air. They shot towards the heads of Joseph's wife and children who were unconscious. Without any luck, the heads of the mother and children were instantly blown apart.
"Young Master Connor, Old Victor will deal with these three arbiters of the Church of the Storm. Later, when we are fighting, you can take advantage of the chaos to escape. Remember, don't expose your identity. Once you do, it will be very troublesome!" Just when Connor had just recovered from the mental storm of the arbiters of the Church of the Storm, he heard Old Victor's telepathic message.
After Old Victor finished his telepathic message, he didn't wait for Connor to hear it clearly. He sneered and walked down the attic, leaving Connor alone in the attic.
As soon as Old Victor went down, the weird "Da Da Da" sound that he called a mental storm immediately disappeared. Shaking off the sweat on his head, Connor, who had not completely recovered from the headache, quickly used his mental power to sense the battle situation downstairs. Old Victor had said very clearly that he would cover the rear and escape first.
Through his spiritual force, Connor could vaguely sense that Old Victor was fighting with three men in grey robes on the first floor. The grey fog and the sharp icicles reflected each other's brilliance. The grey robes of the three men in grey robes were imprinted with the white runes that represented the Church of the Storm!
Glancing at the window of the attic, Connor didn't hesitate and jumped down from the window. If he didn't remember wrongly, the height of this building was about 15 meters. With his physique, he might be injured if he jumped down from there, but it would only be a minor injury and wouldn't be a big problem.
"Clang!"
With a loud crash, Connor landed on a small path behind the building. He frowned as he felt that his ankle seemed to be sprained. However, at this moment, Connor couldn't care less about that. After identifying the direction, he quickly ran. If he was caught by the Church of the Storm, everything would be over. By then, even his noble status wouldn't be able to save him!
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