"My child, you saw the bullet I took out from his wound yesterday, right? Do you know why the bullet was silver instead of the normal black color? " Looking at the suspicion in her granddaughter's eyes, Grandma Mary hesitated for a moment. In the end, she sighed and slowly opened her mouth.
Varga shook her head in confusion. For an inexperienced girl like her, she didn't understand what all this meant.
"That silver bullet is an anti-magic bullet. In the entire Loen City, only the police department and the Church of the Storm have this kind of bullet! The people who shot Connor Ferguson last night should be from the police department and the Church of the Storm! "Grandma Mary calmly analyzed.
Varga covered her mouth in shock. She had never thought of this before. She opened her mouth and instinctively wanted to refute her grandma's words for Connor, but before she could say anything, she remembered that Connor had told her to keep it a secret and not to call the police or tell the church before he fainted last night.
Although she was inexperienced, it didn't mean that she was stupid. She realized that the truth might be as her grandma had said.
Holding her granddaughter's slender hand tenderly, Grandma Mary decided to tell another big piece of news since she had already said it. "My Varga, I'm afraid you still don't know that Connor Ferguson is a beginner wizard apprentice! And since he is a wizard, he was shot by the anti-magic bullet representing the police department and the Church of the Storm. You should understand what this means, Varga, right? Connor Ferguson is an evil dark wizard! "
"My child, you may say that not all dark wizards are bad, but I have to tell you that I can feel a strong sense of resentment from Connor Ferguson. Connor has killed more than one person recently, including last night. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have such a strong sense of resentment. It's very likely that Connor was tortured to death!"
"So, stay away from Connor Ferguson! He is an evil Dark Adept! "Grandmother Mary's expression was solemn as she warned her granddaughter, word by word.
"No … This can't be true!"
Varga hugged herself in pain. She obviously couldn't accept her grandma's words, but her rationality told her that her grandma wouldn't lie to her.
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Connor, who was walking unsteadily on Rand Street, didn't know that his secret had been exposed.
"Damn it, why does it hurt so much?"
"Why don't you just pretend to be thick-skinned? Wouldn't you be able to avoid this living crime?"
At this time, Connor's well-defined face. Drops of sweat fell to the ground one after another. His face was extremely pale. Although he was very lucky that the wound on his chest didn't open again until now, it hurt!
Using a line from a bad movie that Connor had watched on Earth, it was, "My heart is being dismembered!"
After reluctantly walking to the door of his apartment, a relaxed smile appeared on Connor's face. Soon, he would be able to lie on his comfortable small bed and do nothing but quietly be a salted fish.
"Click!"
Opening the door with the key, Connor walked into the apartment. Just as he was about to collapse on the sofa, Connor's expression changed abruptly. He took out his revolver from behind his waist.
"Young Master Connor, it's me!" Just as Connor was about to fire the revolver, an old voice that Connor was familiar with came from the apartment.
"Old Victor?" Hearing this voice, Connor exclaimed in a low voice in disbelief.
As Connor spoke, Old Victor's hunched figure appeared from the darkness of the apartment.
"Young Master Connor, I'm very happy to see you!" Taking a deep look at Connor, Victor, who always had a straight face, couldn't help but smile.
"Butler Old Victor, me too!" Connor reacted quickly. He had already recovered from the shock of Old Victor's appearance in his apartment.
"Young Master Connor, you're injured?" Old Victor glanced at the left side of Connor's chest and frowned as he asked, "Young Master Connor, you're injured?"
A bitter smile appeared on Connor's face as he said with some relief, "That day when I took advantage of the chaos to escape, an arbitrator from the Church of the Storm followed me. I couldn't shake him off, so I had no choice but to fight him. I killed him, but I was also seriously injured. I only managed to treat my injuries and return here now."
"Young Master Connor, you mean to say that you killed the arbitrator that escaped?" Old Victor's poker face didn't change in the slightest, but his murky eyes looked at Connor with an additional sense of scrutiny.
Facing Old Victor's scrutinizing eyes, Connor didn't evade and said with certainty, "I didn't kill him. I even cremated his body and buried it deep underground!"
Seeing Connor's determined look, Old Victor nodded and praised Connor. "Young Master Connor, you did well. Every arbitrator from the Church of the Storm has a soul lamp. As long as an arbitrator dies, the soul lamp will extinguish to alert the church. So after killing the arbitrator, you must clean up the scene and eliminate all traces!"
"Butler Old Victor, how are things on your side? Did the Arbiter discover my identity? " Connor hesitated and asked Old Victor nervously. This question was related to his life, so he had to take it seriously.
"Young Master Connor, don't worry about Victor. As for the remaining two arbitrators, the Church of the Storm can only search for them in the arms of their Storm Goddess!" Old Victor looked at Connor with a faint smile and directly gave an answer that satisfied Connor.
"That's great!" Connor nodded with relief. The three arbitrators that appeared that day shouldn't have been a deliberate ambush, but a coincidence. Otherwise, Old Victor wouldn't have been so calm when he was fighting one against three.
"Young Master Connor, this is what the professor asked me to pass to you!" Just when Connor was in a good mood, Steward Victor handed over Bigg's quaint black ring.
Connor took the ring from Old Victor with some doubts and carefully examined it. The black ring's style was typical of the Byzantine style of the previous era, but it definitely wasn't an antique. The main material of the ring was obviously Poseidon's Culun Steel, which was researched by Poseidon a hundred years ago. The Byzantine Empire was a dynasty from the third era about five hundred years ago, so the timing definitely didn't match.
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