Count of Wizards

Different from the knights in the traditional sense in the west of the earth, the knights in this world are more like knights in a broad sense. All fighters who have stimulated their vitality and their physical fitness far surpassed ordinary people can be collectively called knights.

Nobility comes from knights. This is an old proverb in the Kaman Empire, which simply and directly describes the relationship between knights and traditional nobles. So basically hereditary aristocrats like the Ferguson family have treasured chivalrous breathing methods within the family.

Although under the impact of modern hot weapons, knights are far from being as powerful as they were hundreds of years ago, but knight breathing is still a very special existence among nobles. custom.

And the reason why George envied himself so much in his words just now is largely because the George family was born as a banker, and it only started to make a fortune from his grandfather's generation. Before his grandfather was a commoner family, there was no breathing method passed down from generation to generation. The breathing methods bought at a high price are also some ordinary things, which leads to George, who is the same age as himself, now only has the strength of a reserve knight.

Perhaps because of the welfare of the traverser, with the assistance of the chip, Connor can now fully grasp the strength of his body. According to the description of the strength of the knight in memory, a formal knight without the use of weapons There is basically no problem for the knight to beat ten normal adult men.

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"No. 37 Hunter Street? Is this the location of a well-known detective agency in Loen City?" Looking at the two-story building in front of him with "Valverde Private Detective Agency" written on it, he tightened his body Connor, who was hiding under the black robe, whispered to himself:

Looking around, he found that no one was paying attention to him on the street. Connor put on a mask and sunglasses, lowered his bowler hat tightly, covered his face as much as possible, pushed open the unlocked wooden door and walked in. .

"Young man, you should knock on the door politely and then come in!" Just as Connor walked into the room, a mid-air voice sounded, and in a room full of typical Kamen-style decorations, a little old man Sitting on the sofa facing the door, smoking a pipe, his brown eyes seemed to be in the professional habit of a detective, carefully sizing up the employer who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Suppressing his politeness again, and making sure that his face was not showing at all, Connor bowed slightly, and said apologetically to the little old man in front of him, "I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness, may I ask you Is it Mr. Detective Valverde?"

"First of all, as the owner of the room, I accept your apology. Secondly, if there is no second detective, Mr. Valverde, in this room, then I should be the person you are looking for!" The little old man slammed the cigarette holder deeply , quite humorously said:

But it's a pity that the preoccupied Connor didn't get his sense of humor at all. Scanning the surrounding environment, Connor tentatively asked, "Mr. Valverde, are we just talking about things here?"

"I guarantee on my honor that the place you are in now is absolutely private!" Detective Valverde glanced at Connor and said meaningfully:

Nodding, Connor took out an envelope from his pocket, put it on the log desk, and pushed it to Valverde.

"Rebecca, Department of History, Ruen University, I want this woman's news for the next week. Pay attention, I'm talking about everything!"

Connor said solemnly, and specially emphasized the word "everything".

Opening it with great interest, Connor pushed the envelope to him and saw Rebecca's portrait. Although Valverde didn't say anything, Connor still noticed some slight expressions on the face of the little old man in front of him. Wade also seemed to be surprised by Rebecca's beauty.

Putting the portrait back into the envelope, Valverde tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while before slowly opening his mouth and said: "It is against the laws of the empire to investigate the whereabouts of the citizens of the empire without the permission of the imperial police... ·······"

"How much do you want?" Connor didn't want to listen to Valverde's nonsense here, so he stretched out a palm very simply, interrupting Valverde's speech, and said in a deep voice:

Looking at the decisive employer in front of him, Valverde's cloudy eyes flickered and he gave a number.

"Five pounds!"

"I'll give you ten quid, but I hope that your work will be more meticulous and not give away. That woman is not only beautiful!" Connor boldly didn't bargain, and gave Valverde the price he wanted. The price has doubled, but in the last words, Connor gave Valverde a hint.

Seeing Connor's generosity, Valverde's wrinkled face showed a bright smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum, he nodded slightly and said confidently: "I believe that after a week, sir, you will definitely do it for you now Satisfied with the generosity!"

"I'm looking forward to this scene!" Connor pulled out a dark green five-pound note from his wallet, and said softly; "This is a deposit, and I will pay the rest of the balance in a week's time." of! '

"no problem!"

Leaving Valverde's private detective agency, walking on the streets of Loen City, Connor raised his head and looked at the sun hanging high in the blue sky. Not only did he not feel the warmth brought by the blazing sun, on the contrary, in this In the beautiful weather, he seemed to be in the eternal ice, and both his body and soul felt the biting cold.

The behind-the-scenes murderer who cursed him to death shrouded Connor's heart like a shadow, making Connor feel like a lump in his throat, unable to sleep or eat.

Taking a deep breath, Connor's eyes flashed with crazy killing intent, he clenched his fist tightly, and said bitterly in his heart: "No matter who you are, since you want me to die, then I will send you into the prison first." hell!"

"Chip, is there any way to improve my current self-protection ability?"

Lying on the soft bed, looking at the exquisite murals on the ceiling, a somewhat depressed Connor asked Chip:

If he can be cursed once, he can naturally be cursed a second time. The person who cursed him will find that he is not dead, and he will definitely make the next move. Therefore, besides finding the person who cursed himself, there is another thing to do. What to do is to improve your own strength. Only when one's own strength is strong, all conspiracies and tricks, demons and ghosts will appear pale and powerless.