"Listen to me, George. You have the upper hand now. You are the first heir of the Sanchez family. Your opponent is neither Olsen nor Mr. Harvey. Your opponent is time! As long as you fight steadily and don't make any mistakes, Olsen won't stand a chance. As long as you become the head of the Sanchez family, you can do whatever you want with Olsen, right? Why are you in such a hurry to appear here and risk angering Mr. Harvey? "Grabbing George's shoulder, Connor advised him seriously.
George lowered his head and fell into silence again. After a while, he cursed in a low voice, "F * ck!" Although he was cursing, his tightly clenched fists slowly loosened.
Seeing that George had regained his senses, Connor's lips curled into a smile. He let go of George's shoulder and asked, "George, do you know what's going on right now? Why are there so many military police inspecting the streets? "
As soon as Connor said that, George's face suddenly changed. He looked around to make sure that there was only him and Connor. Then, he said hesitantly, "Something big happened! I overheard my father talking to someone yesterday. It seems like a secret warehouse of the Church of the Lord of Storms was robbed. Many resources, including a mystical item, were taken away. Moreover, it's said that Constantine was killed by the person who robbed the warehouse! "
"Constantine is dead?" After hearing what George said, even with Connor's composure, he couldn't help but reveal an astonished expression.
George nodded affirmatively and continued in a low voice, "He can't be more dead. The police found Constantine's head at the dock. As for the rest of his body, they couldn't even find it!"
Connor took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "I was wondering why there was such a big commotion. So that old man Constantine was killed!"
"Anyway, remember not to tell anyone about what I've told you, Connor!" George exhorted solemnly. "Don't tell anyone about this!"
"Don't worry! George, you know that I'm not a blabbermouth! "Connor nodded and smiled.
"Let's go back. Class is starting soon!" Connor looked at his watch and said with a smile. In five minutes, he and George would have to attend Professor Quagliarella's class on the economic reform of the Florentino Dynasty.
"Damn, class is starting again!" George muttered softly.
Although Connor and George rushed back as fast as they could, they were a little far away from the classroom for the sake of secrecy. By the time they arrived at the classroom, Quagliarella had already started his lecture.
"I'm sorry, Professor Quagliarella, I'm late!" Connor, who was standing at the door, had an apologetic expression on his face. He bowed slightly to the middle-aged man on the podium to express his apology. George realized that he was late, so he decided not to come. After all, it was more important for him to deal with the lost goods.
Seeing the apologetic Connor appear at the door of the classroom, the middle-aged Lecturer Quagliarella on the podium smiled gently. "It's alright, Connor. I was just looking for you. Your mentor, Professor Reyes, asked you to go to his office. As for the knowledge of this lesson, if you don't understand it later, you can ask me in private!"
Connor narrowed his eyes when he heard that Reyes was looking for him, but he still smiled and said, "Thank you, Professor Quagliarella!"
Connor bid farewell to Professor Quagliarella with a smile. As he walked down the corridor of Green University, his face gradually turned cold. He clearly remembered that Reyes's butler, Victor, told him that Professor Quagliarella had some matters to attend to these days and asked him not to disturb him.
But now, after the storm, his beloved supervisor, Professor Reyes, asked him to look for him. Did this mean that Professor Quagliarella had finished dealing with the matters at hand?
What did Professor Quagliarella finish dealing with? Could it be the matter that George mentioned just now?
With these questions in mind, Connor walked to his supervisor's office and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Reyes's deep voice came from the office.
Connor pushed open the office door and respectfully bowed to Reyes, who was sitting in the middle of dealing with official documents. He then asked tentatively, "Supervisor, you were looking for me?"
Reyes raised his head from the pile of documents in front of him and glanced at Connor. He immediately reached out and pointed to the sofa next to the office, motioning for Connor to sit down first. He then lowered his head and continued to deal with the documents in front of him.
After Connor sat down, Reyes opened his mouth while dealing with the documents, "Have you encountered anything that you don't understand in your cultivation recently?"
A touch of doubt flashed through Connor's mind, and he said with a little distress, "I don't have any big problems with meditation for the time being, but when I use the spiritual attack spell, I find that my spiritual attack can't fully display my mind power. It can only display 50% of my mind power at most."
"Spiritual attack? Do you remember that when you use it, you first use the meditation rune?" Reyes didn't raise his head. He was still dealing with the documents while helping Connor solve the difficulties of his spiritual attack spell.
Listening to Reyes's explanation carefully, Connor suddenly felt enlightened. Some of the difficulties that he didn't understand before were suddenly solved. Some of the problems in his cultivation were solved by the A.I. Chip with the knowledge that he currently knew. However, there were some difficulties that the A.I. Chip was limited by its knowledge, so it couldn't give Connor a solution.
In this way, Reyes continued to deal with the documents while explaining the difficulties of cultivation to Connor. This went on for about half an hour. When Connor had no more problems, Reyes waved his hand, and a box about the size of a ring box with mysterious patterns on it floated in front of Connor.
"Do something for me. Bring this to Sassuolo Pier's Warehouse No.7 and hand it to a fellow named Bisping!" Reyes raised his head and looked straight at Connor as he spoke calmly.
Glancing at the small box floating in front of him, Connor didn't hesitate and picked it up.
Seeing that Connor didn't hesitate at all, Reyes nodded and continued, "Deliver it as soon as possible, then bring back the thing that Bisping gave me. If Bisping asks you anything, you don't have to answer. Remember to be careful and don't let the Church of the Storm find out. Those bastards are going crazy right now!"
"I understand. I'll deliver it now!" Connor said in a deep voice.
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