"Long time no see, Martina!" Looking at the icy beauty sitting in front of him, Connor greeted her with a smile. That's right, the woman who appeared at this moment was his old acquaintance, Old Victor's assistant, Martina. Although he didn't know how Martina saw through his disguise and discovered him, he would only be ridiculed if he continued to pretend that he didn't know her since she was already in front of him.
Martina wasn't interested in Connor's greetings. She didn't have any intention of talking nonsense with Connor. She took out a folder and threw it on the table between her and Connor.
Looking at the frosty Martina and the folder on the table, a playful smile appeared on Connor's face. Then, he picked up the folder. There were a few notes in the folder. After reading the contents of the notes, Connor no longer had a smile on his face. He slammed the notes on the table and said to Martina gloomily, "Very well, you guys are ruthless!"
"Butler Victor wants you to complete the mission given to you by the organization. If Connor chooses to refuse, then this plan that Connor has seen will become a reality. You should know very well that this plan isn't difficult for the Secret Society to carry out and the impact it will have on you and the Ferguson Family once this plan is carried out!" Martina ignored the hostility in Connor's words and said coldly with her usual expression, "Butler Victor wants you to complete the mission given to you by the organization. If you choose to refuse, then the plan that Connor has seen will become a reality. You should know very well that this plan isn't difficult for the Secret Society to carry out and the impact it will have on you and the Ferguson Family once this plan is carried out!"
A murderous intent flashed in Connor's eyes, but he immediately concealed it. He snapped his fingers and called the waiter over.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" The gentle blonde waiter walked over and asked Connor politely.
"A glass of Fort Lawrence whiskey with two ice cubes!" Connor took out a shilling note from his wallet and handed it to the waiter.
"Yes, sir!" After receiving the shilling from Connor, the blonde waiter naturally asked Martina who was sitting opposite Connor, "Miss, what would you like to drink?"
Without waiting for Martina to speak, Connor made the decision for her. He waved his hand rudely and said, "She doesn't drink anything!"
"A glass of Black Glory, no ice!" Just when the blonde waiter was about to leave after seeing Connor's unfriendly attitude, Martina suddenly said, "Don't worry.
After Martina finished ordering, the blonde waiter looked at Connor. For some reason, he saw that the loving Connor was also looking at the waiter. The two were in a deadlock for two seconds before the blonde waiter reminded Connor in a soft voice, "Sir, the Black Glory that your companion ordered is the highest grade alcohol in our bar. One gold pound and two shillings for a glass. Including the whiskey you ordered, it's a total of one gold pound and three shillings!"
After the blonde waiter finished speaking, Connor realized that half of the men in the bar were looking at him and Martina either directly or covertly. Their eyes seemed to be saying, "You brought such a beautiful girl out to play and you're still unwilling to spend money?"
Looking at Martina who acted as though nothing had happened, Connor who wanted to save face suppressed the indignation in his heart. He fished out another gold pound and two shillings from his wallet and handed it to the waiter.
"Thank you, sir. The alcohol you ordered with this lady will be ready soon!" After receiving the money, the blonde waiter returned to the bar counter with a smile and a bow.
"You guys were also behind Jian Adele's J-killing case, right?" Connor asked Martina again without haggling over the money for the alcohol.
"It was done by those monsters. Butler Victor wanted me to tell you that it's just an appetizer. If you don't want everyone in Loen to know that the heir of the Ferguson family, Young Master Connor, is a psycho serial killer, you have to obediently accept the mission he gave you!" Martina said expressionlessly. Although her tone was still cold, Connor could clearly see a trace of disgust and disgust in Martina's eyes when she said the word "monster".
"Enchanted Knight!" Connor immediately got the answer when he saw the disgust and disgust in Martina's eyes.
"Alright, I admit defeat. Tell me, what mission did Old Victor give me?" Connor, who was leaning on the back of the chair, shrugged and said in a hoodlum manner.
"Sir, your alcohol is here!" Just as Martina was about to speak, the blonde waiter from before walked over with a tray and placed the alcohol in front of Connor and Martina. After doing all this, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he looked at Connor with a smile. It wasn't until Connor took out another one shilling note from his wallet as a tip that the blonde waiter said politely, "Enjoy your meal!" After saying that, he turned around to serve the customers at the side with the tip.
"He's not one of your men?" Martina glanced at the blonde waiter and asked without rhyme or reason.
"What do you think?" After taking a big gulp of the golden whiskey in front of him, Connor replied snappily with a question.
Martina didn't say anything after hearing that. She took a sip of the black glory in front of her that was dozens of times more expensive than the whiskey Connor ordered. After that, she took out another envelope and placed it on the table and said, "You know how to use this. Be on standby for a week."
After saying that, Martina turned around and stood up from her seat. She walked out of the bar, leaving Connor alone in the wind. The four dark Magi who had appeared at the beginning also left with Martina.
Picking up the envelope that Martina placed on the table, Connor knew what was inside after shaking it for a while. After glancing at the blonde waiter who was serving others, Connor turned around and walked out of the bar, disappearing into the heavy traffic of Lander Street.
In the evening, Connor was in the safe house on Ramsey Street in the North Borough. Leaning on the soft sofa, Connor enjoyed the warmth of the burning fireplace while squinting his eyes and fiddling with a piece of paper in his hand.
Martina wanted him to be on standby for a week, while Marguerite wanted him to protect her in the dark. The timing of these two matters was highly overlapping. Furthermore, Edward and Old Victor were very closely related, and Old Victor wanted him to accept the mission. This made Connor feel that he had reason to believe that the mission Old Victor wanted him to assign was to get rid of Marguerite!
The more Connor thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was very high. Although Edward was the Loen Bishop, Marguerite was under the command of Cardinal Elena. If Edward wanted to get rid of Marguerite, he definitely couldn't use his own men. Otherwise, it was very likely that Elena would have something on him.
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