Count of Wizards

For the old pastor beside him, who could see through his true identity at a glance, "Caroline" is also Margaret, and there was no surprise, she said lightly: "You remember correctly, when we met last time, , I am only eleven years old, and I am still in the monastery of the church."

"You know? At that time, I believed that you, Margaret, would become a very good intelligence officer. If you were not too young and did not meet the church's regulations, I would have let you Received training from Black Agency!"

"When you grow up, when I go to the monastery to look for you again, you have already followed Cardinal Irene, how time flies, more than twenty years have passed in a flash, the little girl back then The girl has also become an official wizard of the church and the most important partner of Cardinal Elena." The old pastor turned his head to look at Margaret and said with some sighs:

"It seems that I should thank the church's regulations!" Although the other party's true identity has been confirmed from the other party's words, Margaret still remained calm and said neither humble nor overbearing:

Regarding Margaret's statement, the old pastor shook his head, and then continued: "There is no shortage of beautiful women in this world, but Margaret, which one of these beautiful women are you special? Has a beautiful appearance, but also very smart, able to know the other party's purpose from the other party's words."

"Your old man really thinks highly of me. If I were as smart as you imagined, I wouldn't be here by you now!" After speaking, Margaret sighed slightly, showing some regret.

Seeing that Margaret was still playing Tai Chi with him, the old pastor looked at Margaret with a little disappointment in his eyes. A few seconds later, he asked Margaret: "Can you Tell me, are you serving the Church of Storms, or are you serving Cardinal Elena?"

Although the voice of the old pastor was very flat, this question fell on Margaret's ears like a bolt from the blue...

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Margaret did not give a direct answer, but asked back: "Master Christant, although you are the intelligence director of the Black organization and have a high position in the church, She is the right-hand man of Lord Hummels in red, but it is not good to slander a cardinal in such a way and tear her from the church, if His Majesty the Pope finds out, there will be a punishment, right?"

"Margaret, you grew up in the church since you were a child. Many secret things in the church are not secrets to you. You should know my temper. I don't like going around in circles. There are only two of us here. You put So what if you tell me the answer in your heart?" The old priest disguised as Christante said in a low voice:

"Master Christante, the only thing I can tell you is that I am the pastor of the Church of Storms, under the leadership of Archbishop Irene Cardinal!" With a sneer, he said imperceptibly:

Hearing Margaret's answer to him, Christante didn't express anything else, but continued to preach on his own: "Margaret, I don't know that Archbishop Elena sent you to What's the purpose of Frosinone's coming here, but you should know the importance of this matter to the church. I advise you, don't try to interfere or influence this matter, otherwise, even if Irina Hongyi Even if the archbishop comes forward, he won't be able to protect you!"

After finishing this sentence, Christian didn't care about Margaret's reaction. He slowly stood up from his seat and walked out of the classroom. Looking at the leaving figure, Margaret's eyes showed a deep The color of fear.

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"Connor, what are you going to do next?" In the Ferguson mansion, after Connor and Varga were lingering, Varga asked Connor in a low voice while they were tenderly lying on the bed:

Hearing Varga's inquiry, Connor remembered those troubles again, sighed slightly and said, "I have agreed to cooperate with the Church of Storms. I will meet with Christante in a few days to discuss some details. I originally planned to go to the Navas Forest next time to see if I could find anything, and then decide now whether to cooperate with the Church of Storms, but now it seems that the Church of Storms is very serious about this matter. I am very determined, and I don’t intend to give me too much time to think about it..."

"What can I do for you?" Varga asked Connor seriously, leaning on Connor's solid chest:

Hearing what Varga said, Connor's heart moved, and he looked at Varga hesitantly, but he seemed to have some scruples. After all, he gave up this plan and just smiled at Varga and said: "The people outside With me, Varga, you help me guard the Ferguson family, I am very happy!"

"However, when things are really impossible, Varga, you must remember not to be held back by the Ferguson family. When you feel that it is time to run away, don't hesitate to leave the mansion according to the secret path I told you. !" At the end, Connor's expression became very serious, and he warned Varga:

Varga didn't seem to listen to Connor's warning. She glanced at Connor and said calmly, "What you want me to do won't have anything to do with that woman Margaret?"

Hearing that Varga said directly what was on his mind, Connor's expression froze for a moment, but soon Connor reacted and covered up the surprise on his face, but unfortunately, the change in Connor's expression was still the same. Varga had a panoramic view, just when Connor was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Varga's tender fingers were placed on Connor's lips, and he said seriously to Connor: "Konor Nah, I'd do anything for you!"

Feeling Varga's sincere affection for him, a warm current flowed through the hard-hearted Connor, and once again hugged and kissed Varga.

Ten seconds later, Connor whispered in Varga's ear: "Varga, you know, Margaret is the pastor of the Church of Storms, and she has very deep connections in the Church of Storms, and she can To provide her with this information, and my cooperation with the Church of Storms is tantamount to seeking skins from tigers..."