After hearing Bisping's words, Connor immediately thought of the man in Aksa Forest a few hours ago who had been filled with killing intent towards him. He had lost his left hand and was wearing Odin's traditional robes.
Boateng Family, Odin West Ham City, Odin's traditional robes …
Reyes took an arm, and the one-armed man lost his left arm. He was Reyes's student, and he hated him so much …
Connor suddenly understood. If the one-armed man he saw in Aksa Forest was the Prince Boateng that Bisping mentioned, then everything was clear!
Prince Boateng had lost an arm to Reyes, so he hated him and wanted to take revenge. However, Reyes was a rank 2 Magus, and he was no match for him, so he could only settle for the next best thing, which was to find trouble with him. But this still didn't explain why the one-armed man didn't chase after him and let him go at the last moment.
And if Prince Boateng was really the one-armed man, and he wanted to take revenge on Reyes for losing an arm, shouldn't he have pursued him, Reyes's student?
After thinking for a few seconds, although he could vaguely guess why Bisping was looking for him, he still pretended not to know. He asked Bisping, "What does this Prince Boateng have to do with me?"
"He wants to kill you to avenge Professor!" Bisping stared deeply into Connor's eyes as he spoke with absolute certainty, pausing between each word.
"Back in the ruins of Benitez Castle, other than asking for Prince Boateng's arm, Professor also told Prince Boateng that if Prince dared to enter the Kaman Empire in his lifetime, Professor would extract his soul and refine it!"
"All these years, Prince Boateng was afraid of Mr. Professor's authority, so he never stepped into the territory of the Kaman Empire. But this time, he ignored the internal opposition of the Boateng Family and insisted on coming to Flosinone to negotiate with the King's faction represented by Isabella!" Bisping looked at Connor meaningfully before he continued, "Prince Boateng is afraid of Mr. Professor's authority.
"We have news that although Prince Boateng has been cultivating in seclusion in West Ham City, south of Odin, he has been paying a lot of attention to you, Connor. He has asked many intelligence dealers to get information about you, Connor. He even spent a lot of money to get a portrait of you. He ignored the internal opposition of the Boateng Family and insisted on coming to Flosino. It is very likely that he knows you are here, Connor. He also knows that Professor can't get away from Bernabeu in the capital!"
Conner listened carefully to every word that Bisping said. Even though he still had some doubts in his heart, he had already determined that the man with the broken arm was Prince Boateng. However, on the surface, he pretended not to care and said indifferently, "So, Bisping, based on these things, you are certain that Prince Boateng is here to kill me?"
"Connor, you're a smart man. You should know that I'm not lying to you!" Sensing Connor's nonchalant attitude, Bisping frowned and said, "I'm not lying to you.
"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave!" Connor sneered and turned to leave. This time, Bisping chose to send Connor off with his eyes and did not chase after him to stop Connor from leaving.
Half an hour later, Connor, who was in disguise, arrived at the Moses Hotel at 15 Ramos Street in downtown Flosinone. As soon as he arrived at the Moses Hotel, Connor's powerful mental strength discovered Varga, who was pacing back and forth anxiously in Suite 211 on the far left of the second floor of the hotel.
Feeling Varga's anxiety, Connor felt a warm current in his heart. He ordered two steaks and a bottle of Magni Winery's table wine from the hotel's restaurant and pushed the dining cart towards Suite 211.
"Da! Da! "
Because he wanted to give Varga a surprise and create a little romance, Connor did not meet up with Varga directly. Instead, he pretended to be a waiter and knocked twice on the door of Suite 211. Then, he changed his voice and said, "Hello Miss, would you like some steak and red wine?"
"Get lost!"
As soon as Connor finished speaking, Varga's anxious voice came from the door. This "get lost" made Connor not know whether to laugh or cry. Shaking his head slightly, Connor stopped teasing Varga and returned to his original voice. He continued, "Miss Varga, are you sure you don't want it? If you don't want it, I will be very sad!"
Hearing Connor's familiar voice outside the door, Connor, who was originally anxious, was overjoyed. He directly opened the door and saw Connor pushing the dining cart with a big smile on his face. Varga was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he hugged Connor in the corridor of the hotel.
Although Valga was pleasantly surprised, Connor's mind was still very calm. He knew that he had to keep his and Valga's whereabouts a secret. Maybe that crazy woman Isabella and Prince Boateng were looking for him right now.
Connor hugged Varga with one hand and pulled the dining cart back to the room. Connor originally wanted to eat something first, but Varga was too happy to see him return safely, so Connor could only reluctantly accept.
An hour later, Connor and Varga finally had a chance to enjoy the steak and red wine in the dining cart. Varga recalled to Connor how Bisping had appeared in the safe house of the Ferguson Family.
"Connor, two hours after you left, I was doing an experiment in my room. During the experiment, I suddenly realized that the restriction in your room was being triggered. Before I could react, Bisping appeared in front of me!" At this point, Valga, who was sitting in Connor's embrace, had a gloomy expression on her delicate face.
"Bisping told me that Professor's enemy found out that Connor was Professor's student and that you were in Flosinone, so he wanted to kill you to take revenge on Professor. This time, he came to help you solve this problem. He also said that he had a letter from Professor to you!" Varga continued.
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