"Then, Valga, why do you think that I'm the target of Old Victor's demonized knights?" Connor pondered over Valga's words and muttered to himself before asking in a puzzled tone.
"Martina came to the hospital today and gave me the secret letter that Old Victor wanted a large batch of anti-magic potions. She hinted that the target of those demonized knights was Connor. She also told me to tell you that Old Victor has begun to suspect her. She won't contact you at this stage, so you shouldn't contact her either!" Varga continued.
Hearing Valga's words, Connor nodded in his heart. He knew that since Old Victor wanted to use the Celta Sect to deal with him, it would be hard for him to hide the fact that he had killed Perrin and Walter from Old Victor's informants. Old Victor would definitely be suspicious of him for killing three advanced apprentices. Martina was the one who directly handled this matter, so it would be normal for Old Victor to be suspicious of her. If he didn't, then there would be a real problem!
"I didn't see you in the safe house just now, Connor. I thought …" Varga said softly while leaning on Connor's chest. Her words were full of concern.
Feeling the love from the lovely girl in his arms, Connor's eyes were filled with gentleness. He comforted her, "Varga, I've told you before that I, Connor Ferguson, am stronger than you think. It won't be easy for Old Victor to deal with me!"
"Okay!" Varga said softly.
The warm fragrance of Varga's delicate body drifted into Connor's nose. He couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. Varga, who sensed that something was secretly raising its head, blushed. Connor chuckled and carried Varga in a princess carry before walking towards the big bed in the apartment.
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While Connor and Varga were having a good time, two people who seemed impossible to appear at the same time appeared in the restaurant of a farm in the outskirts of Loen.
"Do you really want that thing in your hand?" Mr. Tussam asked in a low voice as he looked at the glamorous beauty who was elegantly cutting the steak with a silver knife opposite him. At this moment, Mr. Tussam was no longer wearing the eye-catching red clothes that he wore when he fought with Martina in the Oyar Factory. Instead, he was covered in a huge black cloak.
"No!" Martina glanced at Tussam's slightly impatient face under the cloak and said straightforwardly.
Martina's reply made Mr. Tussam visibly angry. He asked in a stern voice, "You don't have it? Martina, did you say those words to me before just to make fun of me? "
Martina did not intend to provoke Tussam's anger. She picked up the cut steak with a fork elegantly and put it into her mouth. Then, under Tussam's angry gaze, Martina tasted the steak unhurriedly and wiped her seductive red lips with a handkerchief. Finally, she looked at Tussam opposite her and said slowly, "If I remember correctly, I told Mr. Tussam that I knew where the thing you were looking for was, not that I had it with me!"
"Hmph!"
Tussam snorted when he heard Martina's explanation. He then picked up the glass of beer on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He then looked at Martina fiercely and said without hiding anything, "Martina, you should know very well that Victor, that old man, doesn't trust you 100%. Although I don't have evidence, as long as I want to, I don't need evidence at all!"
Martina's cold face did not show any anger or other emotions when she heard Tussam's threats. She said with a normal expression, "Mr. Tussam! Since I'm here to meet you, it means that you're valuable to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come out to meet you. I think Mr. Tussam, if you didn't know something, you wouldn't have accompanied me so readily and put on this show in front of Old Victor today, right? "
After Martina finished speaking, the anger on Tussam's face and eyes instantly disappeared without a trace. It seemed like everything that happened just now was Tussam's acting?
"Since we're all smart people, let's not beat around the bush. What you want me to do isn't just to put on a show in front of Old Victor, right?" Tussam took a deep look at Martina and said faintly, "Don't worry.
"I want you to help me get rid of Connor Ferguson!" Martina picked up the glass and shook it. She looked at the red wine that was just right and said with a complicated expression.
"Get rid of Connor Ferguson? Martina, you want to get rid of Connor Ferguson too? What kind of person is this Connor Ferguson? Even you, Martina, and old Victor want him dead. Now I'm really interested in this person. "Mr. Tussam raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest," What kind of person is this?
"Not only do I want you to help me get rid of Connor Ferguson, I also want you to help me kill Old Victor!" After saying this, Martina poured the red wine into her mouth.
Hearing this, Tussam, who was originally interested, was stunned. He looked at Martina in disbelief. It seemed that he did not expect this sentence to come from Martina's mouth.
Under Tussam's gaze, Martina smiled and nodded, indicating that he did not hear wrongly. She really wanted to kill Old Victor.
"You're crazy!"
Looking at Martina, Tussam suddenly sighed and said with certainty, "Don't worry.
Martina did not seem to be surprised by Tussam's reaction. She poured herself another glass of red wine and said to herself, "If you don't get rid of Old Victor, do you think you can leave even if you get that thing?"
Before Martina could finish her words, Tussam's pupils immediately narrowed and a murderous intent flashed in a very concealed way. After hesitating for a moment, Tussam asked in a low voice, "How did you know?"
Martina looked as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. She said with a mocking smile, "Tussam, why do you want that thing? Isn't it to remove the shackles on your body and restore your freedom? Are you really willing to be the most loyal servant of your Master Southgate for the rest of your life? "
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