With a slight smile, Connor did not want to complicate matters. He very straightforwardly handed over the stack of banknotes to Kevin.
It had to be said that this Pastor Kevin was a very realistic person. After receiving the banknotes from Connor, he did not dare to be courteous with Connor, nor did he smile at Connor. He coldly said, "You can only stay here for an hour at most!" and turned to leave.
Although Connor was not surprised by Pastor Kevin's attitude, in order to make his current disguise as a middle-aged man more realistic, a hint of anger appeared on his face. He clenched his fists, but as if he remembered where he was, he did not vent his anger. He sighed and silently sat in the second seat from the left in the fourth row.
No one would notice that Connor was making a series of expressions, but the corner of his eyes was secretly sizing up a man with a medium build, wearing a top hat, with yellow hair and glasses.
If Connor was not mistaken, this man with yellow hair and glasses also seemed to be someone who came to pray to the Storm Goddess. However, in reality, he should be the beginner Sorcerer-Apprentice who used his mental strength to check him when he entered the hall. Ever since Van Heusden left, Connor did not sense the aura of that intermediate Sorcerer-Apprentice. It seemed that Pastor Van Heusden's cultivation base was that of an intermediate Sorcerer-Apprentice!
At the agreed meeting place, there was actually a Sorcerer from the Church of the Storm. This was something that Connor had never expected. However, although the situation caught him by surprise, Connor thought that it was an accident. Because if this was a trap specifically for him, he should have already been taken down by the Sorcerers from the Church of the Storm.
Even if the Church did not touch him now because they wanted to use a long line to catch a big fish, the Church should not have placed a beginner Sorcerer-Apprentice here. Wasn't this obviously beating the grass to scare the snake? No matter how he thought about it, the speculation that the inner hall of the Fatikaloh Church was a trap did not hold water.
"Praise the Goddess. May the Goddess bless me so that my wealth can continue to increase." Just as Connor was deep in thought, a low voice came from the front row and reached his ears.
Hearing the scar-faced man take the initiative to exchange a secret signal with him, Connor hesitated for a moment before choosing to match the secret signal. "May the goddess bless the health of my family!"
After saying the code, Connor was a little worried. He hoped that the knife-scarred man wasn't too stupid and would realize that there were people from the Church in the inner hall. He wouldn't just hand the item over to him directly.
After Connor finished the secret signal, the scarred man sitting in front of Connor didn't change at all. He still held the Bible of Storms in his hand and prayed to the Goddess of Storms in a low voice, as though he didn't hear the secret signal Connor exchanged with him.
Seeing the knife-scarred man like this, Connor felt relieved. He thought that the people around that lord were indeed very clever!
"Supreme Goddess, may your greatness be spread to every corner of the world. I will always sing your praises in the small town of Lownes …"
Hearing the knife-scarred man chanting these words in a low voice, Connor's heart skipped a beat. He immediately understood what the knife-scarred man meant. He immediately pretended to pray in front of the statue in the inner hall, then walked out of the inner hall.
After walking out of the inner hall, Connor did not stay in the church for another moment. He directly left the Fatikaloh Church. After walking three streets away from the Fatikaloh Church and making sure that no one was following him, Connor casually stopped a taxi and said to the driver, "I want to go to Lownes Street!"
Fifteen minutes later, Connor, who had arrived at Lowenstein Avenue, casually threw two one-shilling notes to the coachman. After that, he walked into a rather famous coffee shop on Lowenstein Avenue that was bustling with people under the constant thanks of the coachman.
After ordering a newspaper and a cup of Black Mountain Coffee, Connor sat quietly in the corner of the cafe, waiting for the knife-scarred man to appear. This was the place with the best view of Lownes Street. As long as the knife-scarred man appeared on Lownes Street, Connor would definitely see him.
Just now, in the inner hall of the Fatikaloh Church, the words the knife-scarred man chanted were the contents of Chapter 7, Section 5 of the "Storm Bible" that the Church of the Storm used to enlighten the world. This paragraph was a praise for the Storm Goddess by the second generation of the Church of the Storm, Facchetti. The place that appeared in the words was a small town near the capital of the Kaman Empire. Facchetti was born there. The knife-scarred man said this paragraph because he wanted to tell Connor where to hand over the things!
There was a priest in the inner hall of the Fatikaloh Church. Naturally, he and the knife-scarred man couldn't hand over the things in front of him. In order to complete the handover, they naturally had to change to a safe place.
Just as Connor finished his first cup of Black Mountain Coffee and was about to refill his second cup, a figure wearing a black robe and a top hat that covered his face appeared in his vision. Although he couldn't see the figure's face clearly, Connor could still tell from his aura that he was the knife-scarred man. Connor immediately shouted at the waiter of the cafe, "Bill!" Then, he took out a five-shilling note from his wallet and slapped it on the table before quickly walking out of the cafe.
As Connor walked out of the cafe, the knife-scarred man immediately noticed Connor. Connor led the way in front while the knife-scarred man leisurely followed behind. Five minutes later, Connor finally met up with the knife-scarred man in an empty alley.
"Where's the thing?" Because he had already recognized the identity of the scarred man, Connor didn't bother to beat around the bush with him. He didn't talk nonsense and asked directly, "What are you doing?
He directly asked, "You know me?" The knife-scarred man seemed to have sensed something and didn't answer Connor's question. Instead, he squinted his eyes and asked Connor in return.
"Where's the thing?" Connor repeated his question, but this time, his tone was very cold and full of warning. If the knife-scarred man dared to talk nonsense with him again, he would directly attack.
This time, the knife-scarred man didn't talk nonsense. He looked deeply at Connor and took out a book with about two to three hundred pages. The cover didn't have a title written on it and handed it to Connor.
Taking the book from the knife-scarred man's hand and feeling the cold touch of the book, Connor's intuition as an alchemist immediately made him realize that this book was definitely not simple. There was definitely a mystery in it. Without showing any signs of abnormality, Connor quietly put the book into his space ring.
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