Suppressing the anger in his heart, Connor looked at Marguerite and said in a deep voice, "Go back and tell Old Victor that I'll be going to Fatikalou!"
"Connor, you've made a smart choice!" Marguerite replied with a smile.
The next evening, on Fatikalou Street in the north district of Loen, Connor, who was disguised as a fat blonde middle-aged man, looked at the huge dark blue Byzantine-style building in front of him and sighed deeply in his heart.
Martina was right. Compared to rejecting the mission given by the secret society and attacking the Lighthouse of Darkness, according to the secret society's plan, coming here to retrieve the item was undoubtedly a better choice.
Rejecting the mission given by the secret society would undoubtedly mean falling out with the secret society. There was no doubt that the secret society would take action against him. He wasn't prepared at the moment and had no chance of winning against the secret society. Connor had also heard of the name of the Lighthouse of Darkness. This organization was very famous in the Sorcerer World and was also very powerful. It was said that there was also a level-3 Sorcerer overseeing it.
There were many people in the Lighthouse of Darkness in Loen. Without mentioning others, just the two advanced Sorcerer-Apprentices of the Lighthouse of Darkness organization in Loen that Marguerite had mentioned, Duto and Haya. Connor had once seen these two old fogeys in Meazza Manor. These two old fogeys might seem to be weaker than Old Victor in terms of one-on-one strength, but they definitely weren't that far off. Even among the advanced Sorcerer-Apprentices, they were extremely difficult to deal with!
Other than the two experts, Haya and Duto, the branch of the Lighthouse of Darkness in Loen wasn't simple either. There were other experts. Even if the secret society used the mole they had planted in the Church of the Storm in Loen, it wouldn't be easy to get rid of the Lighthouse of Darkness in Loen with the help of the church. The danger of dealing with the Lighthouse of Darkness with the secret society was definitely not lower. Connor followed the plan and made a trip to Fatikalou Church to meet someone to retrieve an item.
Connor took out a pocket watch from his pocket watch. Seeing that the needle on the pocket watch was moving normally, Connor was completely relieved. Although Martina had said that there was a mole from the secret society in the Fatikaloh Church who would set up a small glitch in the Eye of the Storm at two in the afternoon to prevent the Eye of the Storm from operating normally so that he could avoid the detection of the Eye of the Storm.
Although she said so, Connor didn't completely trust her words. Therefore, he specially made such a pocket watch overnight. If the needle on the pocket watch was moving normally, it meant that the Eye of the Storm couldn't sense it. If the needle on the pocket watch wasn't moving normally, it meant that the Eye of the Storm was working normally.
After confirming that the Eye of the Storm in the Fatikalou Church couldn't sense it normally, Connor's worries were greatly reduced. He tidied up his clothes and walked slowly towards the Fatikalou Church like a middle-aged man. As he had decided to disguise himself as a middle-aged man today, the clothes that Connor had tailored for himself previously couldn't be worn. Connor specially made a trip to the tailor's shop to make a set of high-class formal clothes for his disguised body. This set of clothes would be a very important tool for him today.
"Praise the Storm Goddess!"
As soon as he walked into the Fatikalou Church, Connor heard the hundreds of devout believers in the church praying to the Storm Goddess. Suppressing the disgust in his heart, Connor followed the example of the devout believers and bowed to the beautiful statue of the Storm Goddess in the center of the church. He then respectfully took out two ten-pound notes from his pocket and dropped them into the donation box with both hands.
Standing beside the donation box was a priest with a stoic expression as though someone owed him a million pounds. When he saw the ten-pound notes that Connor had dropped into the donation box and then sized up the expensive, high-end formal clothes on Connor, a greedy glint immediately suffused his aged eyes. He hurriedly stopped Connor, who was about to leave, and said, "Hello sir, I'm Pastor Kevin. Thank you very much for your support of the Church. The Goddess will definitely bless you and your family!"
A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, but as a professional "actor," Connor's professional abilities were still very qualified. He spoke in Khoy-flavored Kaman language and said, "Hello, Pastor Kevin. As a believer of the Goddess, this is my duty. If it weren't for the Goddess's blessings, how could there be nothing wrong with the goods I transported from Khoy to Loen over the past year? I'm really grateful to the Goddess!"
With that said, Connor paused for a moment as his eyes revealed a look of regret and disdain. He swept his gaze across the group of ordinary commoners who were praying to the statue of the Goddess and said, "But it's a pity. I took a boat ride for several months to Loen, but all I can do is pray to the Goddess with these lowly commoners. If only there weren't these lowly commoners disturbing me …"
From the corner of Connor's eye, he noticed that Pastor Kevin's eyes lit up when he heard his "regret." Connor smiled disdainfully in his heart, knowing that the fish had taken the bait.
Pastor Kevin felt that the Goddess of Storms, whom he had worshipped for decades, had finally blessed him for once. The slightly plump and balding middle-aged man in front of him, who was bedecked in jewelry, seemed to be the rumored mine owner of the Khoy Continent. Although their actions were boorish and lacked the elegance and heritage of the Kaman nobles, they were really rich!
Look at how he casually donated twenty gold pounds, the monthly income of a middle-class family, to the Church. He was so rich that it made others envious. According to the Church's rules, he seemed to be able to get a cut of two gold pounds. From what this big boss meant, he seemed to want him to enter the cathedral's inner hall to pray to the Goddess. How much could he get? Ten gold pounds or twenty gold pounds?
At the thought of this, Pastor Kevin couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, but in order to maintain his image as a pastor of the Church, he suppressed the desire in his heart. He smiled reservedly at Connor, who was disguised as a middle-aged man, and said, "Sir, your devotion to the Goddess is truly admirable. However, the Church has already taken your regret into consideration and specially opened up an inner hall in the Church to receive people like you to pray to the Goddess. Those who can enter the inner hall are people like you, but to enter the inner hall to pray to the Goddess, you need to donate …"
Without any hesitation, Connor took out a stack of cash from his wallet and waved it at the greedy pastor as he said nonchalantly, "Do you see this money? As long as I can enter the inner hall to pray to the Goddess, I'll donate all this money! "
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