"All in all, Marguerite, if you want to observe the Oya Noodle Factory now, I'll go with you immediately. But I hope you can bear with it for the time being. It won't be too late for us to take action after I've investigated thoroughly and confirmed that Old Victor is in the Oya Noodle Factory. Otherwise, if we take action now and Old Victor isn't in the Oya Noodle Factory, we'll alert the enemy and the situation will become passive!
"With Old Victor's cunning, we can only succeed once. He won't give us a second chance!" Seeing that Marguerite was talking about emotions, Connor, who wasn't ready to face all this, quickly changed the topic back to how to kill Old Victor.
Marguerite wasn't completely blinded by hatred. She pondered for a while and seemed to feel that Connor's words made sense. Under Connor's gaze, Marguerite nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed with Connor's idea.
Seeing this, Connor, who had been worried that Marguerite couldn't control her emotions, secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. A gratified smile appeared on his face.
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In Boban's apartment, No. 6 Maldini Street, West Loen, Martina leaned on the sofa with her head lowered and pondered. Her cold and elegant face looked very solemn, as if she was troubled by something. Not far from her, Tussam, who was dressed in black, kept pacing impatiently in the apartment. If Martina's face was solemn, then Tussam's pale face could be described as gloomy and terrifying, as if dark clouds were gathering around him.
"Martina, now that everything is your plan, tell me, what should we do next? Old Victor only gave us a week's time, and three days have already passed! " Tussam seemed to have made up his mind about something. He stopped pacing and stared at Martina who was leaning on the sofa impatiently. When he said the word "we", Tussam deliberately emphasized it, as if he was reminding Martina of something.
Upon hearing Tussam's question, Martina slowly raised her head and looked at Tussam expressionlessly. "Do you have any good ideas?"
Martina could hear Tussam's deliberate words. She knew what Tussam was trying to express with the word "we". Tussam was reminding her that they were in the same boat. She should not think about being alone!
If Tusam was defeated, he would definitely spill the beans about their cooperation. Thinking of this, a chill appeared in Martina's eyes. She now regretted telling Tusam, this disgusting monster, about Connor!
"Since Old Victor wants to kill me, we might as well strike first and gain the upper hand. Let's kill Old Victor first!" A ferocious expression appeared on Tussam's pale face. His eyes were filled with a crazy murderous aura as he said viciously, "Martina, I've thought about what you said. You're right. Even if I help Old Victor get rid of Conor Ferguson, Old Victor will never let me go. If that's the case, why should I listen to him and be his sword to fight Conor Ferguson to the death?"
Upon hearing Tussam's words, Martina looked at him deeply. She knew that Tussam was speaking from the bottom of his heart. During the battle with Connor Ferguson in the swamp last time, Connor Ferguson had left a deep impression on this fearless demonized knight. Tussam had a lot of scruples in his heart …
In addition to Connor, Old Victor's pressure on Tussam pushed Tussam to the edge of the cliff. Tussam was deeply aware of Old Victor's threat to him. This was the last straw that made Tussam change his mind.
Martina quickly thought of a solution in her mind. She tried her best to get Tussam to be her helper in order to let him assist her. She wanted to let Connor and Marguerite fight Old Victor to the death while she hid behind the scenes. When the snipe and the clam fought, the fisherman would reap the benefits.
Now, Tussam only wanted to kill Old Victor. Although this was very much in line with Tussam's goal of gaining freedom, it would cause Martina's goal to fail. As long as Connor was alive, the fact that she was a spy in the professor's faction would never be the safest. Connor Ferguson could use this to threaten her at any time. Martina would never allow such a situation to happen. She must stop Tussam's idea! She must let Tussam continue to be a loyal executor of her plan!
An undetectable glint flashed across Martina's beautiful eyes. She suddenly thought of a reasonable reason to stop Tusam's idea. Looking at Tusam who was anxiously waiting for her to speak, Martina slowly opened her mouth and said, "Tusam, how many more anti-magic potions do you have?"
Hearing Martina's question, the murderous intent in Tussam's eyes suddenly disappeared as if someone poured a bucket of cold water on him. After a moment of silence, Tussam said in a deep voice, "Old Victor's control over my anti-magic potions is very strict. I didn't save much. The anti-magic potions I have can only last for 10 days at most!"
Hearing Tussam's answer, Martina nodded secretly. She couldn't help but feel happy. Although she expected that Tussam wouldn't have too many anti-magic potions in his hands, she was still a little surprised that the potions in Tussam's hands could only last for 10 days. However, this made her exclaim in her heart, "God is on my side …"
Without the help of anti-magic potions, the demonization on Tussam's body as a demonized knight would become more and more serious. The demonic aura would also affect his mind. In the end, he would completely lose his mind and become a monster without any rationality or emotions. He could only rely on his instincts to kill. If she wanted to stop all of this, only anti-magic potions could do it! And the less anti-magic potions Tussam had, the more anxious Tussam would be, and the higher the possibility of her plan succeeding!
"Since you have already decided, Tussam, then I will tell you everything I know about the Purifying Energy Potion. Consider it as fulfilling our cooperation …" Martina looked at Tussam calmly and said calmly.
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