Count of Wizards

"Margaret?" Connor shouted to the woods in front of him with some doubts:

After the fat human-shaped beast was attacked and fell down, Connor instantly became alert. Under the boost of the silver light pendant, his mental power immediately felt a very familiar but somewhat strange aura from the woods in front of him. Judging from the breath, this breath is obviously Margaret, but what makes Connor very puzzled is that this Margaret's breath is obviously several times stronger than his impression!

"Connor, it looks like you're in trouble!" Margaret's lazy and charming voice was clearly transmitted to Connor's ears before people appeared, and then under the watchful eyes of Connor, the people around him Wearing a purple cloak, Margaret, who had a half-smile, came out of the woods and appeared in front of him.

Looking at Margaret, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and feeling the undisguised powerful aura on her body, Connor's face turned bitter. He raised his head and said to Margaret with a wry smile, "I haven't seen you for a few months, you I was really surprised, congratulations, you have broken through and become a senior wizard apprentice!"

Hearing Connor's congratulations in her ears, the smile on Margaret's peerless face undoubtedly became more intense. She stretched out her jade hand and waved it gently to Connor, "Let's not talk about this first, you Take this guy, let's go quickly, my colleagues will come over immediately!"

Connor nodded. Margaret was right. At this time, this location is obviously not a good place to reminisce. The arbiter of the Church of the Wizarding Storm in the Metropolitan Police Department is flying here like a hungry hound. He came, picked up the fat human-shaped beast that fell to the ground and was pierced through the chest by the ice blade and lost consciousness, followed Margaret and started to leave.

Out of trust in Margaret who had worked together for so long, Connor didn't ask Margaret where he was going to take him, and followed Margaret closely all the time, but although he didn't Asked, but Connor still knew it in his heart. Margaret should have led him around a big circle, from the suburbs of the northern district of Loen to the suburbs of the southern district of Loen.

After walking for about an hour, Margaret probably felt that she had thrown off the "hunting dog" behind her, so Margaret took Connor, who was carrying a fat human-shaped beast in a coma, to a very quiet and secluded place in the countryside of the West District. in the garden.

"What is this place?" Putting down the unconscious fat humanoid beast, Connor scanned the courtyard he was in, and asked Margaret in surprise. It doesn't look very eye-catching, it seems like an ordinary family courtyard in Ruen, but as an alchemist, if Connor reads it correctly, this courtyard is actually full of meaning, not to mention anything else, it is just a wall. On the ground and on the floor tiles in the courtyard, Connor felt that there were at least three magic circles arranged on it!

"The church's secret stronghold!" Facing Connor's inquiry, Margaret said flatly without any intention of hiding:

Although he had already guessed the result in his heart, Connor still took a deep look at Margaret without saying a word.

Connor's silence seems to have aroused Margaret's interest instead. After she glanced at Connor, she asked with great interest, "Don't you ask me why I brought you here?"

"Emperor Raul once said that if you come, you will be safe. With your character Margaret, if you want to tell me, you will tell me if I don't ask. If you don't want to tell me, I will ask you. Won't tell me..." At this point, Connor paused, shook his head slightly at Margaret and said, "Besides, the reason for coming here is nothing more than the darkness under the lights. The guys who came over would never think that the person they are looking for is hiding in the secret stronghold of the Church of Storms right now!"

"Papa...!"

Margaret clapped her hands lightly, looking at Connor with her charming eyes full of appreciation.

"It seems that I have been figured out by you, Connor..." Looking at Connor, Margaret sighed with emotion: "However, Connor, you only guessed one of them correctly. I brought you here, and I still have a gift for you!" Speaking of this, Margaret's eyes flashed a sly color

"What gift?" Noticing the slyness in Margaret's eyes, Connor also secretly became vigilant about the gift Margaret said was about to give him, and asked back with a frown:

"What's the rush? Let's deal with this guy first. I didn't hold back that ice blade at all. If you don't interrogate this guy, I'm afraid he'll die right away!" Seeing Connor so impatient, Margaret After giving him an angry look, he pointed to the fat humanoid beast that had fallen into a coma and hadn't woken up yet, and said:

Connor shook his head with a wry smile, and kept talking to Margaret, he almost forgot about this dog who wanted to fuck him!

He took out a bottle of dark black potion from the space ring, and after looking at it with some regrets, Connor kicked the fat humanoid beast's wound pierced by the ice blade!

"Ah...!" The fat human-shaped beast that fell into a coma immediately woke up from the severe pain, and let out a miserable howl like a beast. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Connor directly took the dark black The medicine was forcibly poured into the dog's mouth.

The fat human-shaped beast twisted its heavy body, subconsciously trying to block Connor's movements, but his current state was obviously futile for Connor, and under Connor's compulsion, the dark black potion entered without a drop. into his body.

After completing this step, Connor's eyes flashed a look of relief. Just as Margaret said, the fat humanoid beast pierced through the chest by the blood-red ice blade cast by Margaret is very seriously injured. If there is no external force , It may not take an hour to completely hang up.

If he wanted this guy to die, Connor would not carry him here. This guy is still valuable to Connor. From this guy, Connor will finally know that the two of them are not human, and beasts are not beasts. What the hell is it! What is the purpose of messing with him? Is there any mastermind behind it? ·······So even if this fat humanoid beast is willing to die, Connor will not let him die!

The potion that Connor gave this guy just now is a kind of medicine for tigers and wolves. If you take it for a seriously injured person, this person will recover for three days, but after three days, he will definitely die, but for Connor, it takes three days. It is completely enough!