At nine o 'clock in the morning on the twelfth, a somewhat exhausted Connor walked out of his apartment at 16 Rand Street in East Borough. However, he didn't directly go to his meeting with Old Victor at Senxi Villa. Instead, he hailed a carriage on the busy Rand Street and went to Loen's very famous Camp Nou Opera House.
After buying a ticket to the opera house, Connor entered and sat in his seat. Connor seemed to have arrived a little late. All the seats in the opera house were already filled. By the time Connor sat down, the opera house had officially begun. The pillar of the Camp Nou Opera House, Madam Firmiher, had already begun her performance.
Although he couldn't appreciate the charm of opera, Connor had to admit that Madam Firmiher was still very charming despite being in her thirties. She was like a ripe peach that made people want to take a bite out of her. It was no wonder that she could get such a gentleman to support her.
"Connor, go to hell!"
Just as Connor leaned back in his chair and applauded Lady Firmihe's wonderful performance, a voice transmission that he was extremely familiar with rang in his ears.
Upon hearing Marguerite's resentful voice, Connor immediately revealed a look of surprise, but he quickly concealed it. His psyche locked onto Marguerite's position in the opera house, and his lips moved slightly as he sent a voice transmission to the disguised Marguerite, "Thank the heavens, Marguerite, you're finally here!"
"Heh heh, I see that you, Young Master Connor, are very confident. You'll be meeting your superior in a while, yet you're still in the mood to watch this slut's shameless performance? Why, do you still want to have sex with this slut? I'm telling you, there are at least eighty men in all of Loen who have slept with that slut, if not a hundred! " Marguerite seemed to be unable to forgive Connor for his appreciation of Madam Firmiher's performance, and her voice transmission was filled with resentment.
Connor was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He shrugged and replied with a voice transmission, "If I remember correctly, it was you, Marguerite, who had previously agreed to meet at the Camp Nou Opera House in an emergency!"
With that said, Connor looked at Madam Firmiher, who was still performing on the stage, in surprise. Although he had thought that this "peach" might have relations with some people, he didn't expect there to be so many. Connor didn't doubt Marguerite's words. Marguerite was in the Church of the Storm, so she was naturally very sensitive to the news's.
"Next time, we'll meet at the Calderón Opera House!" Hearing Connor's words, Marguerite replied with gritted teeth.
After Marguerite finished speaking, the voice transmission between her and Connor fell into silence. A moment later, Marguerite was the first to break the silence. Her voice returned to normal as she asked Connor, "Have you decided? Victor is also recorded in the Church's archives. There aren't many advanced Apprentice Adepts in the entire Kaman Empire who are stronger than him … "
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Connor's mouth as he replied in a flat voice, "I don't think the possibility of him making a move on me this time is high. I only asked you to come just in case. Don't worry, although I'm not as strong as Old Victor, there's no way he can capture me alive."
"If I was worried that you would leak my secret, I would've killed you a long time ago, you bastard!" Sensing Connor's emphasis on the word 'capture alive', Marguerite's voice once again carried a hint of anger.
Marguerite's words instantly confused Connor. If she wasn't worried that he would be captured alive and leak her secret, why would Marguerite care whether he could meet Old Victor or not?
"Did you bring the thing I asked for?" Although Connor didn't know what Marguerite was thinking, he still felt that a woman's heart was like a needle in the ocean. He asked Marguerite for the main topic.
"I've placed it in room 301 of the hotel across the street for you!" Although Marguerite's voice still carried some emotions, she gave a very satisfactory answer to Connor.
A joyful smile appeared at the corner of Connor's mouth as he replied very sincerely, "Thank you!"
Connor clearly understood that it was very difficult for Marguerite to get the thing he wanted within two days even with her ability.
"I'll wait for you in the wooden house!" Hearing Connor's gratitude, Marguerite said firmly.
"Up to you! However, if I'm really dead, don't do anything unnecessary. Don't worry. Even if I'm really dead, I won't sell it to you! "After saying that, Connor straightened his windbreaker and immediately walked out of the opera house.
Watching his back disappearing from the opera house, Marguerite, who was in disguise, showed a touch of complicated emotions in her beautiful eyes.
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"Sir, Senxi Villa is right in front of us. It's a high-end villa area. My carriage can't get in!" In the carriage, the young coachman pointed at the neat rows of villas in front of them with a wry smile. Su Rian sounded bitter, but his eyes were full of envy.
"Okay, I see!" Connor, who was resting in the carriage with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and casually threw two shillings to the coachman, then walked out of the carriage.
"Thank you, sir! This is my contact information. If you need anything in the future, you can find me at the address on the card! " Seeing that Connor was so generous, the young coachman's eyes lit up at once. After taking the money, he hurriedly took out a card that seemed to have a place name recorded on it from his pocket and handed it to Connor with both hands very respectfully.
Without even looking at the young coachman, Connor waved his hand and walked towards the Senxi Villa Area not far in front of him, leaving the young coachman shivering in the cold wind alone.
When Connor was not far from the entrance of the Senxi Villa District, he was stopped by several people who looked like security guards. They surrounded Connor in the middle.
After glancing at these security guards and confirming that they were just ordinary people, Connor didn't say anything. He wasn't sure whether this was a trick played by Old Victor.
As the saying went, "Clothes make the man." Connor always paid attention to his own image. All of his clothes were custom-made by high-end tailors, so it was obvious that his clothes weren't cheap. Although these security guards didn't know who Connor was, they knew that Connor wasn't a poor man, so they didn't say anything rude to him.
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