"Beep! According to the A.I. Chip's analysis, the purple-robed woman's voice that the host has just heard is 97% similar to Miss Marguerite's voice in the host's memory! " Just as the two people in the apartment were in a stalemate, the A.I. Chip gave Connor the results of its analysis based on the voice that Connor had just heard.
"What? Marguerite? "Hearing the A.I. Chip's analysis, Connor's expression instantly changed.
Putting aside the fact that the A.I. Chip gave a 97% similarity, even Connor himself felt that the purple-robed woman's voice was extremely similar to Marguerite's voice. Marguerite's beauty was unforgettable as long as it was a normal man.
Glancing at the blood mist opposite him, Connor muttered to himself for a while. Finally, as if he had made a decision, he asked in a clear voice, "I didn't think that I would have such an affinity with Miss Marguerite …"
After saying that, a smile appeared on Connor's face. He clearly noticed that when he had mentioned the name "Marguerite", the blood mist in front of him had obviously stirred. It was obvious that the purple-robed woman in the blood mist was very uneasy after her identity was exposed.
"Miss Marguerite, I have a good whiskey in my apartment. Let's sit down and have a drink. That's a good choice. The current situation is very clear. You have blood witchcraft, and I can't do anything to you. I also have my innate spells, and you can't do anything to me either. Instead of thinking like this, why don't we try to seek common ground while reserving differences?" Behind the Shadow Chain Shield, Connor tried to communicate with Marguerite while his eyes were constantly looking at the blood mist.
At this moment, if Margaret were to reveal even the slightest flaw that could be exploited, Connor would not hesitate to make a move. No matter how peerless and devastatingly beautiful she was, as long as she posed a threat to his life, she would be nothing more than a pink skeleton in Connor's eyes. He had never been stingy in destroying a flower!
However, Connor was somewhat disappointed that after hearing his suggestion, the blood mist did not reveal any flaws. Connor, who was looking for an opportunity to attack, returned empty-handed.
"Hehe, Connor, if you really want to talk, we can give it a try. However, if you want to play along with me and then ambush me, I don't mind playing along with you!" The purple-robed woman in the blood mist, no! When Margaret saw that Connor had seen through her identity, she no longer tried to hide her identity. She sneered and said, "That's right.
Seeing that Miss Marguerite saw through his thoughts, Connor shook his head with a wry smile. Was he that obvious?
In order to express his sincerity to "talk", Connor took the lead in withdrawing the shadow chains in front of him. With a smile on his face, he looked at the blood mist in front of him.
After receiving Connor's goodwill, Miss Marguerite in the blood mist also slowly withdrew the blood mist on her body and stood in front of Connor. At this moment, she took off the purple mask on her face and revealed her true appearance in front of Connor.
Compared to when they first met at Mr. Harvey's birthday banquet in Ewar Manor, Marguerite's face was incomparably pale. Coupled with the wound on her shoulder that was bleeding from time to time, although she was not as breathtakingly beautiful as that day, she still gave off a morbid sense of beauty that made one feel pity for her.
After carefully sizing up Marguerite, Connor could not help but feel that the affairs of the world were unpredictable. He really did not expect that he and Marguerite would meet again in such a hostile situation.
Connor stared into Marguerite's beautiful eyes and said solemnly, "Since we are seeing each other with our true appearances, I think we should first reach a consensus. That is, I, as the successor of the Empire's Count, do not wish for others to know that I am a Magus, and Miss Marguerite, as a priest of the Church of the Storm, do not wish for others to know that you practice the forbidden Blood Witchcraft, right?"
This was the basis of the "talk". Without this basis, both sides would not trust each other no matter what they talked about.
Just as Connor expected, Miss Marguerite did not refute the consensus proposed by Connor and nodded lightly.
Seeing Miss Marguerite nod, Connor withdrew the solemn expression on his face and smiled as he pointed to the living room and said, "Miss Marguerite, you are a guest from afar. Why don't we talk in the living room?"
"Okay!" After saying that, Marguerite's figure flashed and appeared in Connor's living room in the next second.
Shrugging his shoulders, Connor also walked into the living room and took out a bottle of whiskey and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet. He showed them to Marguerite who was standing at the side and said, "Natural Spring Whiskey produced by Bologna Winery. Are you interested in trying it?"
Seeing that Marguerite was not the slightest bit moved and looked at him coldly, Connor, who was asking for a snub, did not feel awkward. He slowly sat on the sofa in the living room and poured a glass of whiskey into each of the two glasses. Then he took a big gulp and said, "How satisfying. Miss Marguerite, I poured the whiskey for you. It's up to you to drink it or not. Just don't say that I don't know how to treat guests in the future!"
Sitting on the sofa across from Connor, Marguerite looked at Connor and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. What do you want to talk about with me, Connor?"
Shaking his head with a smile, Connor fished out his wallet and took out two hundred gold pound notes. He placed them on the table and pushed them towards Margaret. "Before we continue, I have something to tell you. I've been very busy these past few days and forgot to refine a small bowl for you. Therefore, I've violated the spirit of the contract. The alchemy materials and gold pound notes naturally have to be returned to you. However, since my house is in this state today, you and I will each bear half of the renovation costs. Therefore, I'll pay you a total of two hundred gold pounds!"
"Hehehe …" Marguerite sneered and glanced at the notes that Connor pushed in front of her. She said indifferently, "It's only two hundred pounds. You can keep it for yourself!"
Connor did not force Marguerite's refusal. He nodded and said to Marguerite with a smile, "Thank you very much!"
"No need! Hurry up and get to the point! "Marguerite appeared to be somewhat impatient.
Coughing lightly, Connor put away the smile on his face and said with a serious expression, "The matter can be said to be simple, but it can also be said to be complicated. Both of us don't want to reveal our true identities, and the most important point is that both of us lack trust. Since that's the case, why don't we make an oath to not betray each other under the witness of the Eye of Arbitration? What do you think, Miss Marguerite?"
I've just finished coding and am in a rush to write the second chapter after the exam. I can only do the refinement tomorrow.
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