After leaving the Fathi Hotel, Connor went to Flosinone's market and bought a horse at a high price. Because Loen wasn't connected to Saspede by train, Connor could only travel by road. Even if Connor was an official Magus and could fly, the distance from Flosinone to Saspede on the map was 130 km. The actual distance would only be more, at a conservative estimate of 150 km. If Connor chose to fly over such a long distance, he would definitely die of exhaustion!
Therefore, in this era where cars had yet to be invented, the best choice for Connor to travel from Flosinone to Saspede was to ride a horse.
After galloping for a few hours, Connor finally arrived at the town where Marguerite had said Firo was hiding. The scenery of Saspede was similar to what Connor had imagined. It was a standard town in the north of Karman. The town's infrastructure was very simple, and there were very few factories in the town. Only a few large chimneys spewed out billowing black smoke, symbolizing that Saspede had entered the era of industrialization.
Riding a horse, Connor carefully sized up the simple and crude town of Saspede. Soon after, his gaze locked onto a shop named Uncle Lotito's Bar on the east side of the town. If Connor wasn't wrong, although the bar's exterior wasn't very well decorated and its style was rather rough, the customer flow of this bar was the highest in the whole of Saspede. There were people going in and out almost every minute. In a small town with only a few tens of thousands of people, this was very difficult!
After muttering to himself for a moment, Connor made a disguise for himself. With a shake of his body, he immediately transformed into a travel-worn burly man with a scar on his face. He then rode a horse towards Uncle Lotito's Bar.
After arriving in Saspede, Connor was very clear on two points! First, because Marguerite's condition was deteriorating day by day, his time was limited. He couldn't spend a lot of time looking for Firo here. The sooner Firo was pulled out of Saspede, the better it would be for Marguerite's condition.
Second, Saspede covered an area of several hundred square kilometers. Firo could be hiding in a residential building in the town, or in a nearby village. He could even be hiding in a corner of the surrounding forest and mountains. Connor couldn't go door to door to find him!
Therefore, to find Firo in Saspede, Connor needed the help of others. And although Connor didn't know who this other person was, he knew that this person was definitely a local tyrant in Saspede. Only a local tyrant could bring Connor what he wanted.
Saspede was a small town. It was very difficult to find professional private detectives in a small town like Loen or Flosinone to provide you with information. The local tyrants who were most well-informed were basically the local tyrants here!
Based on his past experience in the Kahman Empire, Connor knew very well that places like bars, where crooks mixed with honest folk, were an important source of funding for the local tyrants. They used bars as a cover, but in fact, they were engaged in prostitution, prostitution, gambling, and the private sale of firearms and ammunition, as well as many other shady but extremely profitable businesses!
Therefore, if he wanted to find the H Gang in Saspede, Lotito Bar was definitely the best choice since it seemed to have the most customers in Saspede!
"Take care of my horse!"
Riding his horse to the entrance of Uncle Lotito's Bar, Connor dismounted and casually threw two pennies to the messenger waiting at the entrance of the bar. Then, he instructed the messenger, "Take care of my horse!"
After receiving two pennies as a tip, the messenger was naturally respectful and agreed to Connor's request without hesitation. He led the horse into the stable and fed it fodder and water. Meanwhile, Connor, disguised as the scar-faced man, had already strode into Uncle Lotito's Bar.
As soon as he pushed open the door of the bar, before Connor could even take a look around, he could already smell a strange odor that seemed to be a mixture of low-quality alcohol and sweat.
Although this odor could easily disgust people who smelled it for the first time, in order to maintain his identity as the scar-faced man, Connor still walked through the crowd of people in the bar as if there was no one else around. When he saw an empty seat in the corner of the bar, he didn't hesitate and sat down without hesitation!
However, when Connor was about to call the bartender to order a glass of beer so that he could find the local tyrant, he was a little confused. When the customers around him saw Connor sitting in the empty seat in the corner, although they didn't say anything, their eyes were full of surprise, astonishment, and a little bit of admiration.
Just when Connor was wondering why these people were looking at him with such eyes, an unexpected scene appeared. A drunk, short, and fat middle-aged man walked out of the bar's toilet and walked straight to Connor. When he saw that Connor was sitting in the seat, he was instantly enraged and yelled at Connor, "Who are you, son of a bitch? How dare you sit in my seat?"
The short and fat middle-aged man's yelling immediately attracted the attention of all the customers in the bar. Everyone's eyes were focused on Connor, who was disguised as the scar-faced man, and the short and fat middle-aged man. This short and fat middle-aged man seemed to be someone important. Many of the spectators who were gloating at Connor's misfortune looked at him with a trace of pity.
Hearing the short and fat middle-aged man's yelling, Connor's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. He had been in the Sorcerer World for many years, but he had never been yelled at like this before. He immediately wanted to kill this guy who was full of shit. However, just a second before he made his move, Connor remembered his purpose for coming here. He couldn't help but calm down and suppress the anger in his heart. He stopped his actions and didn't say a word. He only coldly looked at the short and fat middle-aged man.
The short and fat middle-aged man didn't seem to realize that he had just walked through the gates of hell. Moreover, his life was now in the hands of the scar-faced man in front of him. When he saw that Connor didn't hurry to give up his seat after hearing his yelling, he became even more furious. He continued to yell at Connor, "You damn bastard, how dare you sit in my seat? I'm telling you, you're dead! I'm going to stab you a few times! "
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