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Chapter 998

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"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Dezerby, but I still have some preparations to do, so I won't disturb you any further. I'll be leaving after a short chat!" Although Dezerby expressed some goodwill, Connor, who did not trust the Church of the Storm Wizards, still politely waved his hand and rejected Dezerby's invitation.

Ever since Connor came to this world, he had been interacting with the Church of the Storm in Loen. From Loen to Flosinone, Connor had a very deep understanding of the Church of the Storm. Although the Church of the Storm Wizards were all glamorous and full of tolerance and blessings, these guys were secretly more sinister and despicable than the Dark Wizards. So, who knew if Dezerby had tampered with the drinks?

Although Connor rejected him, Pastor Dezerby did not seem angry. He nodded with a smile and said, "That's a pity. The coffee in this hotel is pretty good. What do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Connor?"

"I believe Mr. Cristante has already informed you of what we're going to do next. Although time is tight, I'll make preparations today and start tomorrow. Mr. Dezerby, are you okay with that?" Connor asked.

In response to Connor's question, Dezerby smiled and said, "Of course, no problem. Although there isn't much time for this operation, we still have a day. A good hunter will always be able to harvest more prey when he hunts with his shotgun."

Although Dezerby seemed to be easy to talk to, Connor did not feel relaxed at all. Instead, he became more vigilant of this Dezerby. As the saying goes, "A dog that bites doesn't bark." In Connor's opinion, this Dezerby might seem harmless on the surface, but in fact, he was a wolf dog that could bite a person to death …

Dezerby, who did not know Connor's evaluation of him, took the initiative to ask Connor, "Earl Connor, what else do you need to prepare? Is there anything I can help with? "

Connor shook his head, then took out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket. Then, in front of Dezerby, Connor began to write rapidly, using the pen to make a list on the paper.

Three minutes later, Connor finished writing and put the pen back into his pocket. He then handed the list to Dezerby and said, "Mr. Cristante told me that Mr. Dezerby and the arbitrators you're leading will cooperate with me to search for the ruins. Therefore, in order to improve our search efficiency and the safety of you and your men, I need you to prepare these things!"

After listening to Connor's words and looking at the long list of items on Connor's list, Dezerby was shocked. He then frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Mr. Connor, do we need to prepare so many things?"

Connor did not answer Dezerby's question directly. Instead, he said, "Dezerby, you probably don't know where we are going next, right? And what we might have to face? "

"We might have to go deep into an uninhabited forest and be besieged by magical beasts. We might also have to go to a pit full of vengeful spirits. In short, if there is a need, we might have to go anywhere near Flosinone. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that your time is limited, I would have listed more things for you to prepare!"

"Of course, this is a list. It's a suggestion, not an order! Mr. Dezerby, whether you carry it out or not, and to what extent, is up to you. It has nothing to do with me. I have already prepared my own things. These things are all for you and your subordinates to use. You can do as you see fit. However, as your companion this time, I still suggest that you take responsibility for your safety and the safety of your subordinates. "Connor smiled and shrugged.

Connor, who had nothing else to say to Dezerby, drifted away, leaving Dezerby looking at the list with a frown.

After bidding farewell to Dezerby, Connor returned to the Ferguson Residence. After chatting briefly with Varga, he took some things from her and watched as Dezerby hurriedly left the residence. Connor heaved a sigh of relief after observing this scene with his mental strength.

Connor was very clear about Dezerby's whereabouts. He was definitely going to find Cristante to ask for the things on his list. This was also one of the reasons why Connor gave him the list.

There weren't any rare items on the list that Connor had listed. They were all common items, such as magic potions to stop bleeding and recover mana, alchemy materials to set up detection formations, some items to deal with magical beasts, and some other things. Although there were many types of items, they were definitely things that the Church of the Storm would be able to find.

Although Connor had only given the list to Dezerby as a suggestion during their conversation, from Dezerby's calm and cautious personality, Connor believed that as long as he gave the long list to Dezerby and exaggerated the danger of searching for ruins, Dezerby would definitely treat it seriously and ask for the things from Cristante. Connor's judgment of Dezerby was very accurate. There wasn't a single mistake.

After dispatching Dezerby, the "watchdog" that had been squatting in front of the Ferguson Residence, Connor didn't hesitate at all. He quickly disguised himself as a brown-haired young man and sneaked out of the Ferguson Residence through a secret passage. He took a rickshaw and arrived at a bookstore in Aubameyang 13 in downtown Flosinone.

After entering the bookstore, Connor, who was disguised as a brown-haired young man, pretended to look for books on the bookshelves and quietly observed the interior of the bookstore. The owners of the bookstore were a middle-aged couple. The man was responsible for arranging the books on the bookshelves, and the woman was responsible for collecting money. There were eight customers in the bookstore who were looking for books to read. These eight customers were of different shapes and sizes, but they all seemed to be holding a book each, immersed in a sea of knowledge.

Connor's eyes swept across the eight customers one by one, and finally locked onto a stooped, white-haired old man wearing a traditional robe and black-rimmed glasses, sitting by the window in the bookstore.

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