This time, Professor Reyes didn't reply. He just waved his hand, indicating that Connor could act now.
Connor put the small box into his arms, bowed slightly to Reyes, then turned around and left.
Seeing Connor leaving his office, Reyes, who was dealing with official documents, suddenly stopped his work. There was a faint smile on his elegant face. He murmured to himself, "Connor is such a genius in alchemy. It seems that I can start to arrange the plan after this …"
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… ….
Sitting in the carriage, Connor squinted his eyes and looked out of the window. His hand was in his pocket, caressing the small box that Reyes had given him.
To be honest, Connor had the urge to open the small box Reyes had given him as he looked at the well-built men in casual clothes who were hiding in the crowd outside the window and vigilantly observing their surroundings.
He was really curious about what kind of thing would make Reyes ask him, his so-called successor, to deliver a dangerous item at the risk of being discovered by the military police and the church.
When Reyes made the request to him, Connor knew that he had no right to refuse, even if he clearly knew that it would put him in a very dangerous situation.
"Sooner or later, I'll be in control of my own destiny!" Connor clenched his fists so hard that his nails pierced deeply into his flesh. His face was a little ferocious.
As for what was in the small box, Connor didn't ask Reyes, because he knew that if Reyes wanted to let him know, he wouldn't need to ask. However, if Reyes didn't want to tell him, it would be unnecessary for him to ask.
If this box belonged to someone else, he might have already opened it to see what was inside. However, this small box was given to him by Reyes, so Connor became a little scared. After studying Reyes's Alchemy, Connor knew that his supervisor, Professor Reyes, had a terrifying level of attainment in alchemy.
Whether he could open the small box or not, even if he opened the small box and saw what was inside, perhaps Reyes would notice his little trick in the next second.
"Sigh …" With a sigh, Connor stopped rubbing the small box in his pocket. There was no good way now, so he could only take one step at a time and meet Mr. Bisping.
With his identity as a noble and some money, Connor managed to successfully walk out of Loen's downtown area.
"Sir, the Sassuolo Pier is just ahead!" When Connor could smell the salty sea breeze, the carriage he was in stopped. The white-haired coachman respectfully said to Connor, "Sir, I'm sorry.
Connor took out a five-shilling note from his wallet and handed it to the coachman. "Sorry to trouble you to send me here. Please wait for me here. I'm afraid that I won't be able to get a carriage back to the city. This is the fare to come here, but the return fare will be calculated separately."
Looking at the five shillings that Connor handed over, the white-haired coachman swallowed his saliva and said in fear and trepidation, "Sir, there's no need for that much. Two shillings and five pence will be enough!"
With a chuckle, Connor stuffed the note into the coachman's hand and said indifferently, "Sir, just take it since I told you to!"
"Thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir! I'll definitely wait here for your return! " After carefully folding the note and putting it in his pocket, the coachman patted his chest and promised Connor.
Nodding his head, Connor tidied up his overcoat. Soon after, he stepped down from the carriage and walked towards the huge pier in front of him.
The Sassuolo Pier was one of the top three super piers in Loen's harbor city. Every day, more than a hundred cargo ships that came to and fro the Stormy Ocean docked at the Sassuolo Pier. In order to make it easier to transport goods through the Sassuolo Pier, the Loen Parliament had just passed the "Pier Railway Plan" with an absolute majority. In the next three to five years, they planned to spend 500,000 pounds to build and expand the railway between the city and the seven large piers in Loen, including the Sassuolo Pier.
Although the city of Loen was still in a state of inspection, all of this didn't seem to affect the Sassuolo Pier. There were still countless workers working nervously in the pier. One after another, cargo ships emitting black smoke sailed into the harbor.
After easily blending into the pier, Connor began searching for the Warehouse No. 7 that Reyes mentioned.
"Excuse me, where is Warehouse No. 7?" As the pier was just too huge, and it was Connor's first time here, he couldn't find Warehouse No. 7 after searching for a long time. Helpless, he could only ask the female worker who seemed to have just gotten off work for directions.
"Walk forward for about five hundred meters, then turn left!" The young female worker, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, said timidly. After pointing in a direction for Connor, she ran away with a blushing face.
This made Connor, who was about to take out his wallet to tip her, shake his head in surprise.
Following the direction pointed out by the young female worker, Connor walked over. As he continued walking, there were fewer and fewer dockworkers. When he saw the word "7" on the warehouse, he was the only one nearby. Just as Connor looked around and was about to search for someone, he clearly sensed a psyche force probing him.
However, just as Connor frowned and was thinking about whether he should do something, Connor's expression changed drastically. He discovered that an extremely terrifying psyche force that resembled a prehistoric monster had locked onto him!
Taking a deep breath and calculating for a moment, Connor raised his hands like a hoodlum and said in a deep voice, "I don't mean any harm, I'm just a delivery man!"
Three seconds after Connor spoke, a deep baritone voice sounded in his ear, "Who sent you here?"
"My mentor!" After hesitating for a moment, Connor deliberately said vaguely.
"Professor Reyes?" The baritone asked back.
Seeing that the other party mentioned Professor Reyes's name, Connor's heart relaxed, but he still probed, "You are?"
"I'm Bisping!" The deep baritone voice said. As soon as the voice fell, Connor saw a tall and strong middle-aged white man with blue eyes appear in front of him. His left eye seemed to have been injured.
The middle-aged man who called himself "Bisping" sized up Connor, then said in a deep voice, "Follow me!" After that, the strong man turned around and walked to a nearby warehouse without hesitation.
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