"Connor, the matter between you and Paredes is just a misunderstanding. Paredes, why aren't you apologizing to young master Connor?" Old Victor pointed his cane at Connor and said to Paredes, who had just appeared in the villa.
As Old Victor pointed his cane at him, Connor suddenly felt an extremely powerful and terrifying magic force locking onto him. His whole body was suppressed onto the sofa and he couldn't move. Connor's face instantly darkened. He immediately tried to get rid of this state, but he failed helplessly.
"Young master Connor, this matter is my mistake. Please forgive me!" Paredes' face was pale without a trace of blood. His breath was extremely weak as he walked towards Connor. He bowed deeply towards Connor. Although he was bowing, Connor could clearly see a trace of hatred and resentment in his eyes.
Connor didn't respond to Paredes' bow and apology. He only stared at Paredes. Paredes' appearance was very unexpected to Connor. His spiritual force attack was enhanced by the silver pendant. Even if it hit an advanced apprentice, it would take at least a month for them to recover. According to Connor's expectations, advanced apprentices would need to rest for a month. Paredes would need to rest for at least three months before he could barely recover. If he wanted to fully recover, he would need at least a year.
However, the reality in front of Connor's eyes told him that his expectations were completely wrong. Although Paredes' breath was still very weak, it could be seen that the spiritual force damage caused by his spiritual force attack had been controlled very effectively. Perhaps after one or two months of rest, Paredes would be able to fully recover.
Seeing that Connor didn't speak, Old Victor, who had been pointing his cane at Connor, coughed lightly. Paredes, who had received the hint, immediately straightened his body and stood respectfully behind Old Victor.
"Connor, since you aren't speaking, I will take it as you have agreed. I don't wish to see anything that I don't wish to see happen again!" Old Victor lowered the cane that he was pointing at Connor and said indifferently. Old Victor's sentence wasn't a question, but rather a statement. He had made a decision for Connor.
As Old Victor lowered the cane, Connor immediately felt the terrifying magic force that locked onto him disappear. He regained his freedom once again.
After taking a deep look at the seemingly ordinary Byzantine style cane in Old Victor's hand, Connor coldly snorted and stood up from the sofa to leave.
"Young master Connor, this time I called you here because I have a mission for you!" Old Victor saw that Connor was about to leave and said indifferently.
"Mission? You still have the face to give me a mission? " Hearing Old Victor's words, Connor was so angry that he laughed. He sneered at Old Victor and said, "The last time you gave me that bullsh * t mission, if I didn't run away quickly, I, Temo, might have died in the Fatikal Cathedral? Now you still want to give me a mission? Old Victor, you and your mission can go to hell! "
After finishing his words, Connor walked towards the door of the villa without turning back. But after he took a few steps, he heard Old Victor's deep voice behind him. "Young master Connor, you should know the consequences of rejecting a mission from the secret society. Although you are Sir Professor's student, the consequences aren't something you can bear!"
"Tsk tsk tsk! Old Victor, didn't you always find me an eyesore and want to make a move on me? Fine! I will give you this opportunity now. Alright, you have two choices now. First, make me stay here. I know you have the ability to do so! The second is to let me go! " Hearing Old Victor's naked threat, Connor sneered. It seemed that he didn't care about Old Victor at all. After finishing his words, Connor continued to walk towards the door of the villa. After a few steps, Connor pushed the door open and walked out of the villa.
"Butler Victor, do you want to make a move?" Seeing Connor walking out of the villa, Martina, who was standing behind Old Victor, asked Old Victor with some reluctance. As soon as Martina's voice came out, Paredes, who was standing behind Old Victor with Martina, also looked at Old Victor who was sitting on the sofa in front of them with eyes full of expectation.
Old Victor was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "Connor is still valuable to Professor. We can't make a move on him now!"
"Butler Victor, since we can't make a move on Connor now, please allow me to monitor Connor again. I promise that he won't discover me this time!" Paredes requested Old Victor. When he mentioned Connor's name, he could clearly feel the hatred and anger in Paredes's words.
"Connor's meditation technique is an advanced spiritual meditation technique. His perception is sharp and his spiritual power is strong. Even I might not be able to defeat him. Paredes, you have already been discovered by him once. It's impossible for you to monitor him like before." Old Victor rejected Paredes's request without any hesitation. Then, he pondered for a while and instructed Paredes, "Paredes, continue to use the Soul Congregation Formation to recover your spiritual power. Try to recover in a month. After a month, you will be responsible for monitoring Marguerite."
"Thank you, Butler Victor!" Hearing that he could continue to use the Soul Congregation Formation, Paredes's eyes were filled with surprise. He hurriedly thanked Old Victor.
After instructing Paredes, Old Victor thought for a while and said to Martina behind him, "Martina, have fun. Dig up Marguerite's connections. When Elena left Loen, she should have given her a lot of things. This is a huge hidden danger. You must dig them all out!"
If Connor was still here and heard the conversation between Old Victor, Paredes, and Martina in the villa, his face would be filled with joy. His face would definitely be filled with excitement …
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In a private room in Surrey Café in the North District of Loen, Connor threw a small package to the black-haired, round-faced woman sitting opposite him.
After receiving the package that Connor threw over, the black-haired woman weighed it twice and asked Connor, "You didn't use it?"
Picking up the coffee on the table, Connor took a sip and said, "It seems like I'm still valuable to them."
Glancing at Connor, the black-haired woman supported her head with her hand and said to Connor curiously, "I've always wanted to ask you a question …"
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