"You bumped into Prince Boateng?"
Hearing Connor's words, Varga's pretty face was filled with disbelief. She asked Connor in astonishment, "That's right.
I bumped into Prince Boateng by chance. I was quick-witted and set up an alchemy trap to ambush him. Although I didn't kill him, he's no longer a threat to me. If he's smart, it's best for him to take the train back to West Ham City where the Boateng Family is located. If he's late, Bisping might not be able to leave Flosinone! "Connor said with a smile, his words full of confidence.
Seeing that Connor didn't seem to be joking, Varga sized Connor up, then suddenly reached out her hand and placed it on Connor's body. In the next second, Connor felt the vigorous magical energy belonging to Varga begin to inspect his body. Knowing that Varga was worried about him, Connor felt a trace of warmth in his heart. He allowed Varga's magical energy to inspect his body.
Varga's inspection of Connor was very meticulous. After a full ten minutes, Varga was relieved and withdrew her hand from Connor's body. She then took out a few bottles of medicine from her space ring and threw them at Connor. She then rolled her eyes at Connor, turned around, and walked back to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Looking at Varga's curvaceous back, Connor smiled and shook his head, then returned to his room.
Isabella's request wasn't difficult with Connor's current level of control over his spiritual energy. However, three days wasn't a lot of time, so Connor had to hurry.
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Five days later, on the outskirts of Flosinone, in the manor hall by Lake Fonseca.
Twenty or so people dressed in all sorts of clothing and masks were scattered throughout the hall. Apart from a few who came together, the rest maintained a distance of at least three meters from each other. In the middle of this group of people, at the center of the hall, was a tall man wearing a golden mask. He was holding a cross sword that was overflowing with cold air. He was speaking to the people sitting around him in a deep voice.
He said to the people around him in a deep voice, "Mister Number Three bids 120 magic stones for this rank 1 magic weapon, Sword of Winters. Is there a higher bid?"
"120 magic stones, going once!"
"120 magic stones, going twice!"
"Sword of Winters, going once, going once, 120 magic stones! Congratulations to Mister Number Three for obtaining this Sword of Winters! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the auctioneer in the golden mask patted the cross sword in his hand lightly. Instantly, the cold Sword of Winters was thrown to a man wearing a dark red metal mask sitting in the corner of the hall.
The man in the dark red metal mask took the cross sword under the watchful eyes of the auctioneer. After confirming that there were no problems, he nodded in satisfaction. He then took out a leather pouch from his space ring and threw it to the auctioneer in the center of the hall.
After receiving 120 magic stones from the pouch, the auctioneer threw the belt back to the man in the dark red metal mask. He then said to the people around him, "All 15 items have been sold.
"The 15 items in this auction have all been sold. The remaining one and a half hours is free for everyone to trade. In this one and a half hours, we, the Dark Sieve Society, will only be responsible for maintaining order and will not be responsible for your trades. Please bear this in mind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the auctioneer in the golden mask left the center of the hall without looking back. He left the center of the hall to the people around him.
In a corner of the hall, Connor, who was wearing a bronze mask, pretended to casually scan his surroundings. The auction he was participating in was organized by the Dark Sift, a small local Magus organization in Flosinone. Although the auction wasn't big, there were only about 20 people.
However, the quality of the items auctioned in the auction was not bad. Therefore, during his time in Flosinone, Connor had been using the Dark Sift's irregular auction as an important channel for him to purchase items. He had participated in it many times while concealing his identity.
Seeing that no one was willing to be the first to trade, Connor was ready to step forward and purchase some magic ingredients for Varga's potion. Normally, Connor would have the patience to observe other people's trades. However, today was different. Today was the fifth anniversary of his relationship with Varga.
In the past few days, although Varga didn't say anything, it was obvious that she was looking forward to it. Therefore, Connor was very attentive. He planned to arrange a romantic night for Varga tonight and let him have a fulfilling night. Therefore, Connor wasn't in the mood to fight. He wanted to collect the items he wanted as soon as possible so that he could go home and prepare for the romantic night with Varga tonight.
Just as Connor was about to stand up, a young man wearing a black mask not far from his left side couldn't wait any longer. He got up from his chair and strode to the center of the hall. Seeing that someone was about to leave, Connor was a little anxious, but he wasn't in a hurry. He sat down in his chair and looked at the young man with interest. For some reason, Connor had a feeling that this young man would bring him something interesting.
Sure enough, under Connor's gaze, the young man wearing a black mask opened his mouth and said excitedly, "Two days ago, we found a skeleton in the Saur Swamp. It has been officially confirmed that it belongs to Prince Boateng, a core member of the Prince Family. Is there anyone among you who knows the details? I can pay you twenty magic stones!"
"Prince Boateng? Skeleton? "
When he heard the information from the young man's mouth, Connor, who had originally been calm, immediately became serious.
Five days ago, with the help of the alchemy mechanism, he had seriously injured Prince Boateng, but at that time, Prince Boateng still had a very strong resistance, so he gave up the opportunity to beat a drowning dog and let Prince Boateng go. And if this young man wasn't wrong and Prince Boateng was dead, then who killed Prince Boateng?
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