"Using magical beasts to test the medicine?" After hearing Connor's answer, Marguerite's face was startled. She seemed to be very surprised by Connor's answer.
Connor nodded heavily, indicating that Marguerite didn't mishear. He really wanted to use magical beasts to test the medicine.
After digesting the shock that Connor brought to her, Marguerite thought for a moment and continued to ask Connor, "Connor, is the medicine that you want to test for humans? Or is it for magical beasts? "
"It's for humans! It's an ancient Byzantine potion. Because it's been too long, although it's been concocted according to the pharmacy, we're not sure if the potion is still useful to us, so we want to test it! " In order to let Marguerite help him solve the problem, Connor thought for a moment and decided to reveal more information to Marguerite.
Hearing the word "we" from Connor's mouth undoubtedly attracted Marguerite's attention. As an alchemist, Connor never lacked potions. Marguerite had always been curious about Connor. In addition, in several battles with Connor, she was given a few bottles of potions by him. After knowing the quality of the potions in Connor's hands, Marguerite had always suspected that there was a very good pharmacist by Connor's side who provided him with potions. Now, Connor's slip of the word "we" deepened Marguerite's confidence in her guess.
A woman's intuition told Marguerite that the pharmacist by Connor's side was very likely to be a woman, and a very beautiful woman. Moreover, the relationship between this beautiful woman and Connor was definitely not ordinary. Thinking of this, Marguerite's heart couldn't help but feel very jealous.
"You idiot! Why do you want to use magical beasts to test the medicine for humans? " Although she didn't feel like it, Marguerite didn't want Connor to discover her thoughts, so she pretended to be calm and asked.
"I know it's not a good idea to use magic beasts to test potions for humans, but this potion is for wizards. Where am I going to find wizards who are willing to test potions for me?" Connor, who didn't notice Margaret's abnormality at all, said with a wry smile, "It's not a good idea to test potions on magic beasts.
Hearing Connor's complaints, Marguerite chuckled and didn't directly answer Connor's question. Instead, she took out a very delicate gold ring inlaid with a pale yellow gem from her space ring and handed it to Connor along with a suitcase.
"This ring is my only defensive magic artifact. When I return from the Heart of Storm in three months, Connor, you must see it repaired. Also, the things in the suitcase are alchemy materials that you may need. I know you have a habit of adding a lot!"
After receiving the suitcase and the ring from Marguerite, Connor put them back into his space ring and said to Marguerite seriously, "Don't worry, if I can't repair your ring, I'll make a new one for you. Of course, you'll have to provide the materials yourself."
Rolling her eyes at Connor, Marguerite restrained the smile on her face. She deliberated over her words and said to Connor, "Connor, you should have heard of the rumors about the Fatikaloh Church, right?"
Hearing Marguerite mention the rumors about the Fatikaloh Church, Connor froze for a moment. Then, as if he had understood something, he nodded at Marguerite. "The rumors are true.
"The rumors are true. The Fatikaloh Church does have a secret prison for Black Sorcerers. The beginner Sorcerer-Apprentices captured by the Church are imprisoned there. Due to the limited space in the secret prison, the Church will execute a few people every once in a while. Tomorrow is the day the Church will execute a prisoner. The execution will take place at the Cassano Manor in the southern part of Loen at ten o 'clock in the morning. The executioners will be two beginner Sorcerer-Apprentice arbitrators." Margaret explained in a low voice.
"Marguerite, you mean you want me to raid the execution?" After thinking about the information from Marguerite, Connor frowned and asked Marguerite.
"One thing you may not know, Connor, is that the Loen Church has two secret prisons. One is Fatikaloh Church, which is responsible for keeping the beginner Sorcerer-Apprentice Black Sorcerer-Apprentices in custody. The intermediate and advanced Sorcerer-Apprentices are imprisoned in the dungeon under the Storm Cathedral. To the Church, the prisoners in Fatikaloh Church are just some small fries. If they weren't of some value to the Church, they would have been killed long ago."
"In Cassano Manor, they will be executed at the stake. After the execution is over, their remaining ashes will be transported to the nearest trash station. As long as you do it well and don't expose too much of your strength, Connor, and don't kill the two fellows in charge of the execution, there won't be too much of a problem. Now that the Loen Church has its own internal strife, with Edward and Langley fighting each other, no one will have the time to care about the life and death of a small fry!" Margaret shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Don't worry too much about the death of a small fry.
"I've told you everything I need to tell you. As for whether you want to go or not, it's up to you, Connor!" Marguerite said with a smile. After that, she looked deeply at Connor with her beautiful eyes like autumn water. Then, to Connor's surprise, Marguerite suddenly leaned over and gently kissed Connor's lips with her warm perfume. Before Connor could react, Marguerite had already said, "Bye bye. See you in three months!" Then, with a chuckle, she left the warehouse and disappeared into the dark night of Loen.
In the warehouse, under the bright moonlight, Connor, who was still standing in the same place, felt the subtle fragrance left by Marguerite. He gently touched his lips that had just been kissed by Marguerite's cherry lips, then immediately shook his head with a wry smile and disappeared from the warehouse in a flash.
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At 9: 58 a.m. the next day, in a hidden corner of the street of the Cassano Manor in the Loen South District, Connor, who was wearing a top hat, secretly sized up the area. In front of the Cassano Manor 200 meters away from him, it was exactly as Marguerite said. At this time, a black carriage was parked in front of the Cassano Manor. A strong young man alighted from the carriage and began to look around.
There was no doubt that the Loen South District was obviously inferior to the other three districts in terms of public security and the economic situation of the residents. However, near the Cassano Manor, perhaps because there was the only Storm Cathedral in the Loen South District nearby, the public security here was still good. Therefore, the street in front of the Cassano Manor was still very quiet.
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