"The only way to kill an official wizard is to kill another official wizard …" Connor squinted his eyes and said meaningfully to Marguerite.
"That's why I need you, Connor, to help me find the information. If that's the case, I'd rather be punished by the church than risk my life!" Marguerite sighed helplessly after she understood what Connor meant.
Hearing that Marguerite seemed to have placed all her hopes on him, Connor had a bad feeling. He decided to give Marguerite a heads-up so that she wouldn't be too disappointed if he didn't get any useful information from Varga. Connor considered his words and said to Marguerite, "The Secret Society and the Skeleton are two different organizations after all. I don't know as much about them as you do, Marguerite. I'll try my best to help you, but don't get your hopes up, Marguerite."
"Connor, just try your best. Even if you don't find any useful information in the end, I won't blame you." Marguerite said frankly, "Oh right, Connor, have you finished researching the imitation pendant? I don't know why, but ever since I heard you say that someone can spy on us without using mind power, I've had a bad feeling about it. "
"I've done a few experiments, and the results are very encouraging. I estimate that the success rate is about sixty to seventy percent. Send me the alchemy materials recorded on this piece of paper. If everything goes well, I'll be able to give them to you in one to two weeks!" Connor said as he took out a folded piece of paper from his space ring and handed it to Marguerite.
Glancing at the paper Connor handed over, Marguerite raised her head doubtfully and asked Connor, "These are all common alchemy materials, right? Is it really okay to use them?"
"You're only using it to check the fluctuation of mind power, so I simplified it a little. I only kept the function of the pendant for you to check the fluctuation of mind power. I removed the other functions of the pendant for you, so the materials recorded on this piece of paper are basically enough. If it weren't for the fact that these materials are restricted, and it's very troublesome to get them on the black market, I wouldn't have asked you for them!" Connor shrugged and explained.
Hearing Connor's words, Marguerite directly rolled her eyes at Connor, then turned and walked out of the abandoned factory.
Looking at Marguerite's disappearing figure, Connor shook his head and immediately left the factory and returned to his apartment.
After returning to the apartment, without waiting for Connor to rest, Connor's spiritual power discovered a group of pedestrians suspected to be policemen on Lander Street. Judging from the direction of their observation, the target of this group of people seemed to be his apartment at No. 16 Lander Street.
Connor narrowed his eyes when he discovered this. The reason he thought they were policemen was because the surveillance method they used was the standard method taught by the Kaman Empire's police training base, Scotland Yard. Connor recognized it because the Ferguson Family also had records of this method, and Connor had once studied some of the contents out of curiosity.
On the other hand, it was also because of Connor's powerful mind power, which also gave Connor amazing observation skills. Connor discovered that although these people were disguised as pedestrians, their every movement could be seen in detail. This group of people had received professional training.
Although he didn't know the purpose of the police monitoring him, Connor believed that it wasn't because his identity as a wizard had been exposed. Otherwise, Marguerite would have received the news, and secondly, it wouldn't be this group of ordinary people monitoring him.
Since he was sure that the other party didn't discover his identity, Connor had nothing to worry about. He tidied up his clothes, then walked out of the apartment with a smile. He walked towards a young man carrying a newspaper box on Lander Street.
"Sir, what newspaper do you want to buy?" Seeing the "target" he was monitoring walking towards him, the young man's eyes flashed with surprise. However, it seemed that his psychological quality was still very good, and he didn't panic at all.
"One Loen Evening News, one Carmen Daily. How much is it?" Connor asked the disguised policeman with a smile.
"Sir, the Loen Evening News is five pence, and the Carmen Daily News is six pence. That's a total of eleven pence!" The disguised policeman took out two newspapers from the newspaper box and handed them to Connor.
After receiving the newspapers, Connor took out his wallet and took out a one shilling note from his wallet. He handed it to the policeman in front of him, then said with a smile, "You shouldn't accept tips during the operation, so give me a penny!"
"You …" Hearing Connor's words, the policeman felt like he was struck by lightning, and his eyes were full of shock.
"The surveillance method taught by Scotland Yard clearly states that when monitoring the same target, if a person appears too many times, the possibility of being discovered will greatly increase. If you want to, I don't mind talking to you. I think there might be a misunderstanding between us!" Connor still had a smile on his face. After saying that, he found a one shilling coin from the young man's hand, then turned around and returned to the apartment with the newspaper.
The young policeman, whose disguise had been seen through by Connor, was still stunned in place for a second or two after Connor left. Then, he came back to his senses and gloomily carried the newspaper box in his hand and walked to the alley next to him.
Five minutes later, the doorbell of the apartment at 16 Lander Street rang. Connor, who was leaning on the sofa, said loudly, "The door isn't closed. Please come in!"
As Connor's voice fell, a middle-aged man with a cold expression and a sturdy body, and a shy and petite little girl walked into Connor's apartment. It had to be said that such a combination was visually impactful.
As the "owner" of the apartment, Connor stood up from the sofa with a smile on his face and a relaxed expression. He walked towards the visitors, extended his right hand, and said with a smile, "Hello, I'm Connor Ferguson. How should I address the two of you?"
Looking at Connor's extended right hand, the burly man scrutinized Connor's smiling face, then he reluctantly extended his right hand and shook Connor's hand lightly. He then said coldly, "My name is John Duncan, senior inspector of the Loen City Metropolitan Police Department!"
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