Count of Wizards

With a sneer in his heart, Connor stretched out his hand to touch his chin, deliberately showed the middle-aged man his wristwatch worth hundreds of gold pounds, and then paced back and forth in the lobby of the hotel pretending to look at the decoration of the hotel. He said angrily: "Your hotel can barely make do with it!"

After speaking, like a nouveau riche, Connor took out his wallet, took out a ten-pound bill from the thick pile of banknotes inside, patted it on the counter and said, "I want the best room, Best meal ever!"

Looking at the ten-pound banknotes lying on the counter, a greedy green light appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged rich manager. He put away the banknotes and said to Connor flatteringly, "Sir, this way please!"

With his arms around Margaret's slender and soft waist, Connor walked arrogantly to the room on the second floor, led by the rich middle-aged manager.

Unlocking the lock of the room behind the mouth on the third floor, the rich middle-aged man respectfully said to Connor: "Sir, this is the best hotel in our hotel!"

Nodding haughtily, Connor dragged Margaret into the room.

"Beauty, I really feel sorry for you living here. If it wasn't for that yellow-faced woman in my family who arranged people to watch me every day, I would definitely take you to the best hotel here..." In front of Futai Manager, Kang The playwright was possessed, and touched Margaret's delicate little hand with an expression on his face.

Hearing Connor's words, the middle-aged rich manager behind him, who had always maintained a respectful attitude, suddenly had an expression of enlightenment on his face, hesitated for a while and said, "Sir, wait a moment, the food will be served to you in a while! "

"I have pushed back all the entertainment these few days, and I will definitely accompany you to play here, go shopping, and buy whatever you want..." Connor turned to Ma Gretel continued her performance in a high spirited manner, while stretching out a hand behind her and beckoning to indicate that the middle-aged rich manager behind her knew.

Full of envy, he glanced at Connor, the middle-aged wealthy manager, with envy, and exited the room, closing the door firmly.

Hearing the footsteps of the middle-aged Futai manager leaving, Margaret shook off Connor's hand, glared at Connor and gritted her teeth and said, "Connor Ferguson, what the hell are you doing! The promised newlyweds come here Honeymoon here... I will fight with you!"

"I was wrong... Isn't this... forced by the situation!" Seeing that Margaret was in a panic and was about to fight himself, Connor hurriedly apologized. After apologizing, in order to distract Margaret Attention, Connor said quickly: "You Margaret, do you think there is any problem with this store?"

Now that Connor apologized, the anger in Margaret's heart dissipated a lot, and she said downhill: "Although I didn't use mental power to detect that fat man, according to my observation, this person has no mental power at all. Fluctuations shouldn't be wizards!"

"And there is nothing wrong with this person's words and deeds. I don't think he is our target. Connor, your ten gold pounds are probably going to go to waste!" After speaking, Margaret had a mocking look on her face. smile.

"Tsk tsk tsk" Hearing that Margaret said that his ten gold pounds would be wasted, Connor was not upset at all, but instead sneered and said with a smile on his face: "I have a different opinion with you, That manager just now is the target we are looking for, if you continue to insist, why don't we make a bet, how about we bet on whether there is any problem with the food delivered by the manager?"

"Okay! What's the bet?" Margaret agreed without any fear to Connor's bet.

"Small bets are fun, but big bets are harmful. Let's bet for a while who will rest on this bed, and the loser will rest on the sofa!" Connor smiled and pointed to the soft big bed where Margaret was sitting said:

Upon hearing Connor's bet on who would be resting on the big bed, Margaret was a little dumbfounded, but she agreed very firmly: 'No problem! Connor, I look forward to seeing you resting on the sofa! '

Smiling and shaking his head, Connor stopped fighting with Margaret, but sat on the sofa and began to close his eyes and meditate.

About half an hour later, when he heard footsteps and the sound of a dining car outside the door, Connor immediately opened his eyes and exchanged glances with Margaret. Realistic, he also used his knight breathing method to force some sweat on his forehead, making his face rosy, as if he had just finished some kind of exercise...

When the knock sounded, Connor put on an impatient look and opened the door.

Seeing Connor appearing, the rich middle-aged manager with a waiter suddenly showed his signature flattering smile on his face, pointing at the dining car and saying flatteringly:

"Sir, we have prepared the best Steak Wellington for you, as well as our most distinctive dessert Sissy Patch on San Jose Island..."

But before he could finish speaking, Connor took out another one-shilling bill from his wallet and put it in the arms of the wealthy middle-aged manager. He said irritably, "This is a tip for you two!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't care what the rich middle-aged manager wanted to say, so he took the dining car from the waiter's hand, said, "Get the dining car in two hours!", and closed the door with a "bang" .

Pushing the dining car back to the house, Connor smiled and pointed at the dining car to signal for Margaret to check it out. Seeing Connor's swearing, Margaret couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but she still went forward and started checking. , but after only checking for half a minute, Margaret snorted coldly and turned around angrily to sit on the sofa and give up the big bed to Connor.

With a smile, Connor took the first step and sat on his sofa, jokingly said: "Just kidding, just kidding, you are seriously ill now, hurry up and recover on the bed, you and I will have a big fight in a while." A tough battle is about to be fought!"

Margaret struggled for a while, seeing that Connor's attitude didn't seem to be fake, she sat back on the bed. Sitting back on the bed, Margaret didn't restrain her curiosity, and immediately asked Connor: "That fat man I'm sure it's not a wizard, how did you find out what's wrong with him? And how did you guess they would tamper with the food?"

Connor smiled mysteriously, and said without hiding his secrets: "That fat man must not be a wizard!!"