"Very good! Pablo, your conditions will be fulfilled. I have to say, Pablo, this young man has made a wise decision! "The old man clapped his hands and laughed.
Helplessly shaking his head, Pablo's expression was complicated as he said softly, "Tomorrow morning at three o 'clock, I will hand over the goods to you at the usual place!"
"Rest assured, young man! I, Charles, am a businessman who values credibility the most! After I receive the goods tomorrow, thirty gold pound notes will appear in your hands within twenty-four hours! " Patting Pablo's shoulder, the old man had a satisfied smile on his face as he turned around and left.
However, the old man would never have guessed that on the bar counter about thirty meters away from him, there was a sloppy man munching on a pork chop. After hearing the old man call himself "Charles", the man's pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing suddenly quickened!
"I've searched high and low for it, only to find it by chance!" Connor sighed in his heart. He had already used his spiritual force to secretly examine this Mister Charles. This Mister Charles was an ordinary old man and not a Magus. However, although he looked to be around sixty years old, the quality of his body was still very good. According to the A.I. Chip's analysis, Mister Charles had the strength of an official Knight.
Roughly wiping the lard from his mouth, Connor sneered as he turned around and left. Now, it was time for him, Connor Ferguson, to meet this almighty Mister Charles!
Mister Charles, who had yet to realize that bad luck had befallen him, was currently in a good mood. He casually gave a shilling to a waiter who had opened the door for him.
"Thank you, Mister. Please come again!" The waiter was overjoyed as he expressed his gratitude. With a faint smile on his face, Mister Charles leaned on his palm and walked into the luxurious carriage that had been waiting for him at the door!
* Pa! *
As Charles boarded the carriage, the well-dressed coachman raised the whip in his hand and controlled the carriage to gallop forward.
"A.I. Chip! Is there a suitable place to make a move on this road that Charles is taking? "Quietly following behind the carriage, Connor thought to himself.
[Beep! According to the map of Loen City, the A.I. Chip has analyzed that there is a private cemetery about eight hundred meters ahead!]
"Private cemetery?" Connor's eyes flashed. The graveyard was already very deserted, and it was also private. It was definitely the best place to make a move!
After another minute, Connor could already see the outline of the private cemetery that the A.I. Chip had mentioned. Just as Connor had expected, this private cemetery was truly deserted, and the surrounding yin energy was extremely dense. Apart from the forest, there were no signs of life. However, just as Connor took a deep breath and prepared to make his move, he discovered that the carriage carrying Charles had actually slowly stopped at the entrance of the private cemetery.
The sudden appearance of the situation made Connor hesitate. Although this place was already deserted enough, if Charles went inside, the degree of concealment would undoubtedly be greater.
After a quick consideration, Connor finally decided to make his move in the private cemetery. While quietly locking onto Charles with his mental power to prevent losing him, Connor also quietly crossed the fence and entered the cemetery.
"The tomb of Luca Charles? The tomb of Tom Charles? " Upon entering the cemetery, Connor sized up the surrounding tombstones and couldn't help but frown. The owners of these tombstones all had one thing in common, and that was that they all had the surname Charles. It was obvious that Connor was in the cemetery of Charles' family.
"Beginner Acolyte, as an elder, I'll give you a suggestion. Raise your hands!" Just as Connor was a little surprised by the fact that he had discovered, an even more shocking scene occurred. Mr Charles, who he regarded as his "prey", actually appeared in front of him with a gun in his hand.
"Right, Acolyte, I forgot to tell you. This gun is not loaded with ordinary bullets, but with anti-magic bullets!" Seeing that Connor seemed to be scared silly by his sudden appearance, Mr. Charles frowned and once again threatened, "Don't worry.
"Anti-Magic bullets?" Muttering softly, Connor slowly raised both his hands according to Mr Charles' request. "How did you discover me?"
"Acolyte, isn't this a question that a prisoner should ask?" Mr Charles' face showed a trace of a mocking smile. The muzzle aimed at Connor's head and was about to pull the trigger.
"Is that so?" Just a second before Charles pulled the trigger, the corners of Connor's mouth curved into a strange smile. In the next instant, two daggers were flung out from the sleeves of his trench coat, directly aiming for Mr. Charles's face!
Seeing the two daggers in front of him, Mr Charles' reaction was very calm. The hand that wasn't holding the gun immediately squeezed, and suddenly a layer of light purple light shield appeared in front of him. He seemed to be very confident in the light shield in front of him. Mr Charles breathed a sigh of relief and immediately fired two shots at Connor.
"Bang! Bang! "
However, just as Mr Charles released the purple light shield, Connor had already moved away. The two silver bullets fired from Mr Charles' revolver both hit empty air.
Charles glanced at the anti-magic bullet with a pained expression. He didn't know where it had flown off to, but he carefully searched for traces of Connor in the cemetery.
Hiding behind a tombstone, Connor's mind moved. He used his mental power to control the two shadow daggers, one on the left and one on the right, to stab at Mr Charles.
To be honest, Connor's heart was abnormally regretful. Goddammit, he was a bit careless! He didn't think that a black market merchant like Mr Charles would be easy to deal with. There must be something! If Connor's guess was correct, the light shield released by Mr Charles should be a magic artifact, and its grade wouldn't be low. Not only that, Connor had a premonition that Mr Charles had a treasure on him!
"Dong! Dong! "
Mr Charles was very valiant. He controlled the purple light shield in his hand and directly sent Connor's shadow daggers flying!
"You little rat, where are you hiding? Hurry up and come out. Otherwise, if I catch you, I'll let you know the meaning of cruelty, haha!" Mr Charles, who was holding the purple light shield, shouted crazily.
Hiding behind the tombstone, Connor's expression was gloomy and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The shadow daggers he controlled were connected to his mental power. The damage the shadow daggers received would also affect Connor to a certain extent through his mental power.
Silently retrieving the shadow daggers that were sent flying, Connor carefully used his mental power to try to confirm that Mr Charles was only a mortal.
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