Unlike the traditional knights on Earth, the knights in this world were more like knights in a broad sense. Any warrior who had activated the ability of life and had a physique far superior to that of an ordinary person could be collectively referred to as a knight.
Nobles originated from knights. This was an ancient proverb from the Kahman Empire, which simply and directly described the relationship between knights and traditional nobles. Therefore, hereditary nobles like the Ferguson family basically had treasured knight breathing techniques in their family.
Although the knights were not as powerful as they were hundreds of years ago due to the impact of modern firearms, the Knight's breathing technique was still a very special existence among the nobles. Some conservative nobles even followed the custom of passing it down to males and not females.
The reason why George was so envious of him just now was largely because the George family was a banker. They only started to prosper in the generation of his grandfather. His grandfather was from a commoner family and did not have any breathing techniques that were passed down from generation to generation. The breathing techniques that he later bought at a high price were also ordinary goods. This caused George, who was the same age as him, to only have the strength of a preparatory knight.
Perhaps it was due to the benefits of being a transmigrator, but with the help of the A.I. Chip, Connor was now able to fully grasp the strength of his body. According to the description of the strength of a Knight in his memory, without the use of weapons, an official Knight could fight against 10 normal adult men without any problems.
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"37 Hunter Street? Is this where the famous detective agency in Loen City is located? " Looking at the two-story building in front of him with the words "Valverde Private Detective Agency" written on it, Connor, who was tightly hidden under his black robe, muttered to himself in a low voice.
Looking around, Connor realized that no one on the street was paying attention to him. He put on a mask and sunglasses and tightly pressed his bowler hat to cover his face as much as possible. He then pushed open the unlocked wooden door and walked in.
"Young man, you should politely knock on the door before coming in!" Just as Connor walked into the room, a vigorous voice sounded. In the room that was decorated in typical Kahman style, a little old man with a pipe in his mouth sat on the sofa facing the door. His brown eyes seemed to be a habit of a detective as he carefully sized up the employer who suddenly appeared in front of him.
After suppressing his politeness again and making sure that his face was not exposed, Connor bowed slightly and said apologetically to the little old man in front of him, "I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness. May I ask if you are the famous detective, Mr. Valverde?"
"Firstly, as the owner of this room, I accept your apology. Secondly, if there isn't a second Detective Valverde in this room, then I should be the person you're looking for!" The old man smacked his cigarette deeply, before replying in a rather humorous manner.
But it was a pity that Connor, who had a lot on his mind, didn't get his humor at all. After scanning the surroundings, Connor asked tentatively, "Mr. Valverde, are we going to talk here?"
"I guarantee on my reputation that the place you are in is absolutely private!" Detective Valverde glanced at Connor and said meaningfully, "Mr. Valverde, don't worry.
Nodding, Connor took out an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the wooden desk before pushing it to Valverde.
"Loen University's Department of History, Rebecca. I want information on this woman for the next week. Take note, I'm talking about everything!"
Connor said solemnly, deliberately emphasizing the word "everything."
Valverde opened the envelope that Connor pushed to him with great interest and saw Rebecca's portrait. Although Valverde didn't say anything, Connor still noticed the slight expression on the little old man's face. Valverde seemed to be surprised by Rebecca's beauty.
After putting the portrait back into the envelope, Valverde tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a while before slowly saying, "Without the permission of the Imperial police, investigating the whereabouts of an Imperial citizen without permission is a violation of the Imperial law —"
"How much do you want?" Connor didn't have the desire to listen to Valverde's nonsense. He simply extended his palm and interrupted Valverde's speech, saying in a deep voice:
Looking at the decisive employer in front of him, Valverde's murky eyes flickered for a moment before he gave a number.
"Five hundred pounds!"
"I'll give you ten gold pounds, but I hope you do your work in detail and don't give yourself away. That woman isn't just beautiful!" Connor didn't bargain and even doubled the price that Valverde wanted. However, in the end, Connor gave Valverde a hint.
Seeing Connor being so generous, Valverde's wrinkled face revealed a brilliant smile like a blooming chrysanthemum. He nodded slightly and said confidently, "I believe that in a week's time, Sir, you will definitely be satisfied with your current generosity!"
"I'm looking forward to that!" Connor took out a dark green bill with five hundred pounds and said softly, "This is the down payment. I'll pay the rest in a week's time!"
"No problem!"
After leaving Valverde's Private Detective Firm and walking on the streets of Loen City, Connor raised his head to look at the blue sky and the sun hanging high in the sky. Not only did he not feel the warmth of the blazing sun, but he also felt as though he was in an eternally unmelted ice under such beautiful weather. Be it his body or soul, he felt a bone-piercing chill.
The mastermind who had cursed Connor to death loomed over his heart like a shadow. It made Connor feel as though a fishbone was stuck in his throat, making him unable to eat or sleep in peace.
Taking a deep breath, Connor's eyes flashed with a frenzied murderous intent. He clenched his fists tightly and said hatefully in his heart, No matter who you are, since you want me dead, I'll send you to hell first!
"A.I. Chip, is there any way to increase my current ability to protect myself?"
Lying on the soft bed and looking at the exquisite murals on the ceiling, the gloomy Connor asked the A.I. Chip.
If he could be cursed once, he could naturally be cursed a second time. When the person who cursed him realized that he wasn't dead, they would definitely make their next move. Therefore, other than finding the person who had cursed him, there was another thing that he needed to do, and that was to increase his own strength. As long as he was strong enough, all schemes and evil spirits would pale in comparison.
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