"Mr. Cristante, what you said is a little inaccurate. Firo did tell me about his plan, but he only told me a part of it. He avoided talking about many details. Most importantly, when Firo told me about his plan, he didn't mention the involvement of the Church of Storms!" Connor slowly explained with a smile on his face. "That's right, Mr. Cristante. Firo did tell me about his plan, but he only told me a part of it.
Cristante obviously didn't buy Connor's explanation. He looked deeply at Connor and said in a deep voice, "Since Firo didn't tell you clearly, then I'll emphasize it to you again. The Church of the Storm wants Reyes dead. Connor Ferguson, what you need to do is to do your best to help us find him!"
"This is also why Connor Ferguson appeared here and not in the Church of the Storm's water prison! My patience is limited, I hope you won't exhaust it! "
After Cristante finished his threatening words, Connor didn't seem to be affected. He shook his head and said, "Since Mister Cristante is so direct, then I won't beat around the bush. The place you're looking for should be around Flosinone. As for the specific location, I'll need some time to find it."
"Of course, I know Mister Cristante's time is very precious. If you're in a hurry, then you can mobilize all the members of the Religion of the Earth and the Church of the Storm to search every inch of Flosinone's surroundings. This way, it shouldn't take long for Mister Cristante to obtain what you want. I know you have the ability!" After saying that, Connor smiled at Cristante. Cristante nodded.
Even though Connor's words were a little vague, when he heard Connor's last sentence, he knew his identity had been seen through by Connor Ferguson. Cristante's gaze instantly turned sharp. He looked at Connor and asked coldly, "Who told you that?"
Seeing Cristante's change, Connor smiled and shook his head. He said slowly, "My Mister Director, don't forget that I'm a member of the Secret Society. My mentor is the second-in-command of the Secret Society, Professor. When they told me about your identity, I didn't believe it. But now, it seems like I was blind. I couldn't tell that you're the biggest intelligence chief of the Church of the Storm!"
Cristante, who had his identity exposed by Connor, wasn't affected by Connor's teasing. He looked at Connor and said coldly, "Connor Ferguson, do you know that your words now are enough to make you and your Ferguson family regret it for the rest of your life?"
"My dear Mister Director, stop bluffing. You already know everything you need to know. You won't be able to come into contact with anything you don't need to know!" Connor said with a smile. After saying that, he took out a small wooden box from his space ring and handed it to Cristante. He then said, "This little thing is a small gift from me to you, Mister Director. I believe you'll like it!"
Hearing Connor's words, Cristante's expression changed slightly. He looked at Connor, then at the small wooden box that Connor handed over. After a moment of hesitation, he opened it and saw a green stone the size of a fingernail inside.
Cristante's eyes were filled with confusion when he saw the green stone. He didn't seem to know what it was. Before he could ask, Connor took the initiative to explain, "Mister Cristante, you should know that my dear mentor is very good at disguising himself. So I prepared this for you. As long as my mentor appears within a kilometer of you, this thing will warn you!"
Hearing Connor's words, Cristante's eyes lit up. He had a premonition about the function of this small green stone. Then, under Connor's gaze, Cristante took the small green stone out of the wooden box and observed it carefully.
On the surface, the small green stone that Connor gave him seemed to be some kind of precious ore. However, upon closer inspection, this small green stone was actually quite different from an ore. Compared to an ore, this small green stone was more like a kind of crystal. In addition, if one's spiritual power was strong enough, they would find that the surface of this small green stone was covered with a layer of tiny runes that couldn't be seen by the naked eye.
"Connor Ferguson, are you sure this thing can sense Reyes's existence?"
After carefully inspecting the small green stone, Cristante put it back into the wooden box. He then looked at Connor and asked in a deep voice, "Theoretically, it can be used.
Of course, this thing has never been tested before. However, I think it won't be harmful for you to bring it along. After all, although you have a magic item that can save your life, you know Reyes's strength and courage. If he really comes to Flosinone as you predicted, then … "Connor said meaningfully.
Hearing Connor's words, although Cristante didn't say anything, his gaze towards Connor was filled with murderous intent. Seeing this, Connor smiled, then waved his hand and explained, "Mr. Director, don't worry. My friend from the Secret Society only told me your identity. He doesn't know anything else. As for the magic item on you, that's just my guess!"
"To be honest, it's not hard to guess. With your strength and status in the Church of the Storm, it's natural for the Church of the Storm to provide you with some protection when you come to Flosinone, a high-risk place!"
After Connor finished speaking, Cristante's expression still didn't change. He didn't say anything, as if Connor's words didn't have any effect. After a few seconds, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "With your mental strength, Connor, I believe you already know Dezerby outside your mansion, right?"
Hearing Cristante mention the "very cautious" old priest who stopped spying on him after he was discovered, Connor nodded and said, "Of course, I even greeted him. To be honest, the Church of the Storm gave him too little money. You let so many of them stay in a hotel with limited conditions!"
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