"Shut up!"
Martina's words were like a cold, sharp blade that fatally pierced into Tussam's heart. Tussam immediately scolded angrily. His originally pale face was instantly flushed with anger, and his breathing became like a wild beast. He glared at Martina fiercely with his bloodshot eyes. This time, Tussam's anger was no longer an act. It came from the inside out, from his soul, from his heart …
Seeing Tussam's reaction, Martina nodded with satisfaction in her heart. This was the kind of Tussam she wanted. Without trying to anger Tussam, Martina refocused her attention on the steak and red wine on the table and began to enjoy the delicacies.
A minute later, Tussam recovered from his anger. The redness on his face disappeared, and his breathing became normal.
Seeing this, Martina continued, "I know what you want to say. Old Victor is dead, and Professor will definitely not let it go. But do you know where Professor is now?"
"Professor is now entangled with King Jue in Bernabeu. As long as we act fast enough, no matter how terrifying Professor is, he won't be able to do anything. Once we kill Old Victor, you and I can go our separate ways and go our separate ways! Tussam, you should have heard of Old Victor's methods, right? Besides, this is Loen, his territory. If you don't kill Old Victor, do you think you have the chance to leave and pursue freedom? "
"How do we kill Old Victor?" Looking at Martina, Tussam asked gloomily.
Hearing Tussam's question, a smile bloomed on Martina's face. She knew that she had succeeded. A powerful helper like Tussam had been moved by her plan!
"Trust me! We're not the only ones who want to kill Old Victor! "Martina raised her wine glass and looked at Tussam with confidence.
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Sitting in the quiet room of Ferguson's apartment, Connor sat on the ground in the middle of the quiet room. His body exuded a faint black aura, and a light blue barrier shielded Connor in it to prevent the energy fluctuations caused by Connor's cultivation from being captured by the Eye of the Storm in the East District.
After learning from Varga that Old Victor was going to send out the magic knights to deal with him, Connor was very careful. Having fought with the magic knights a few times, he knew how difficult it was to deal with them. Therefore, in order to not give these monsters hiding in the dark any chance to take advantage of him, and in addition to waiting for Marguerite's letter, Connor had been hiding in the apartment. After all, as long as these magic knights' brains weren't damaged by their bestial instincts, they would never choose to attack Ferguson's apartment at No. 16 Lander Street in the East District of Loen.
Once the magic knights did so, even Bishop Edward of the Church of the Storm couldn't suppress this matter even if he wanted to. This matter would soon spread to the ears of the headquarters of the Church, and when the time came, the Church of the Storm would definitely investigate it thoroughly. No one would be able to escape …
It had been three days since Varga came. During the first two days, Connor had been renovating Ferguson's apartment. Because it involved the privacy of the apartment and he was worried that some people with ulterior motives might take advantage of the renovation, Connor chose to do it himself. Although it wasn't difficult to renovate the apartment, it was really tedious. It took Connor two days to finish it, and he only had time to cultivate the remaining day.
However, as time passed, Connor, who was in the enchantment, seemed to have sensed something. A playful expression appeared on his angular face. A few seconds later, Connor slowly stopped his cultivation and opened his eyes. He then withdrew the enchantment around him and took out a red and blue crystal ball from his space ring.
Placing his right hand on the crystal ball, Connor's mental strength immediately sank into the crystal ball. A moment later, the situation around Ferguson's apartment was presented to Connor in the crystal ball, with no blind spots at all.
With a thought, Connor's attention was immediately focused on the thin man in blue who was sitting on a bench near Rand Street and reading the Loen Evening News. There was also the short and fat man who seemed to be waiting for a public carriage at the bus stop. There were also the two bald men who were still talking loudly in the restaurant with flushed faces from drinking.
Besides, having dealt with demonized knights many times, Connor found that although the four people were different from the people in black clothes who were covered in black robes from head to toe and whose bodies were partially demonized and had the characteristics of demonic beasts, they still had the residual smell of demonized knights. Although the smell was very faint, it left a deep impression on Connor. After a while, he could still sense it!
"It seems that the techniques of demonized knights have made another breakthrough …" After observing the four people for a while, Connor murmured in a low voice. Apart from the faint smell of demonized knights, Connor's instinct as a wizard of spirit power told him that the four people were very dangerous. He had to be careful, otherwise they would bring him a lot of trouble.
Ever since he learned from Varga that these demonized knights were looking for trouble with him, Connor had been vigilant of the surroundings of his apartment for the past three days. However, Connor was still a little surprised that they had not appeared until today. After observing the four demonized knights for a while longer, Connor sneered. He withdrew his mental strength from the crystal ball and put it back into his space-teleportation ring.
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