Wizard Earl

Chapter 128 A Tiger Among Sheep (2)

(Sorry, I posted the two chapters backwards just now, sorry <(__)>)

"He concealed it very well, and he must have some kind of alchemical device that allows him to use his mental powers. It's fortunate that you didn't directly test him with your mental power, otherwise you would have been exposed immediately. In this world, becoming a wizard is one path to becoming powerful, but becoming a knight is also a very good choice!"

"Becoming a knight, like becoming a wizard, requires years of arduous training. However, unlike wizards who cultivate spiritual and magical power, knights cultivate their physical bodies. Therefore, physical marks are visible to the naked eye. The boss's hands are covered in calluses, clearly from handling guns and knives. And his gait also reveals signs of years of knightly training! If I'm not mistaken, this seemingly chubby manager is actually at least a formal knight in terms of combat strength!"

"A formal knight holds a very high status in the world of ordinary people, so why would this knight give up a good life and willingly hide here as the manager of a small inn where he has to be subservient to others?"

"As for why I suspect they would tamper with the food, it's very simple: if I were them, I would do the same!" Connor said with a slight smile, his eyes narrowed.

Upon hearing Connor's explanation, Margaret pouted slightly and remained silent.

Walking over to the food cart, Connor poked at the food with his knife and fork, silently commanding in his mind, "Chip, scan the food for the effects and concentration of the drugs!"

"Beep! In accordance with the subject's will, mission established. Chip analysis initiated, estimated time 15 seconds... Analysis complete. Based on the chip and database information, the drug contained in the food is determined to be Llorente, a sedative. Based on the dosage of Llorente in the food, the chip estimates that if the subject consumes this food, they will fall into a deep sleep approximately one and a half hours later!"

Upon hearing the conclusion drawn by the chip, Connor touched his nose, unsuspecting. This "Llorente" drug was a relatively rare drug on the market, named after its creator, the apothecary Llorente. Its effects were far stronger than most other drugs available. There was even a rumor that a great knight had fallen victim to Llorente. Its potency was much stronger than other drugs, and its price was also above normal. That fat manager was really willing to spend money on this stuff, showing how much he thought highly of the two of them!

After a moment's hesitation, Connor turned to Margaret and said, "How's your recovery going? If everything goes according to plan, those people aren't just knights; they probably also have guns, and even anti-magic bullets—it's quite possible!"

"It's just dealing with a few ordinary people, don't worry, I won't hold you back!" Although she spoke very confidently, Margaret herself was still sitting on the bed, trying hard to meditate, looking like she didn't dare to be careless at all.

Upon hearing this, Connor nodded and said, "They'll probably launch their attack in about an hour and a half to two hours, so be prepared!"

After saying that, Connor ignored Margaret and sat back on his sofa, beginning his meditation to recover. He was in slightly better condition than Margaret, who was suffering from the aftereffects of the demonic blood possession, but not by much. Next, they would be facing a group of vicious and ruthless bandits armed with weapons!

Time passed by, and about an hour and fifty minutes later, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Connor and Margaret opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other with a mocking expression.

"Sir! I've come to get the food cart!" the man asked politely, knocking on the door two or three times. When no one answered, he boldly opened the door with his key.

The waiter who had pushed the food cart earlier entered the room. He glanced disdainfully at Connor, who was lying unconscious on the sofa, but his attention immediately focused on Margaret, who was lying on the bed as if asleep. His eyes widened instantly, and he swallowed hard, his lecherous hands reaching out to touch Margaret.

"Bang!"

Just as the waiter made a move, Margaret, with her phoenix eyebrows wide open, unleashed a wind blade that pierced the waiter's heart!

"Sigh..." Connor sighed inwardly, also marveling at the audacity of some people. He instantly snapped back to reality, realizing that Margaret's wind blade attack had ruined their original plan of a sneak attack; they had no choice but to fight head-on!

Connor rushed out of the room and saw the middle-aged, well-off manager surrounded by four or five fierce-looking men, looking utterly astonished. Without saying a word, Connor unleashed his two shadow daggers and charged at them!

This group of people clearly did not realize that the little white rabbit that was supposed to be their prey, whom they could play with however they wanted, had suddenly turned into a man-eating tiger. The two big men standing in front were instantly pierced through the throat by the shadow dagger released by Connor and collapsed to the ground.

However, to Kang An's surprise, the death of his companion did not frighten these people. Instead, it aroused their ferocity. They cursed and roared, reaching for their lower backs and pulling out revolvers to fight back!

However, how could Connor give them the chance to fire? In an instant, he unleashed three or four mental shocks, then, with a cold smile, he charged into the crowd, his movements as swift and powerful as a tiger among sheep. In just a few breaths, he had knocked out all the burly men except for the middle-aged fat boss.

The initial panic in the middle-aged, portly manager's eyes had vanished. He calmly pulled out a finely crafted pistol, pointed it at Connor, and said, "Sir, don't make any rash moves. My pistol is loaded with anti-magic bullets! We didn't expect you to be a wizard. My brother and I admit defeat this time. If you want money, I'll give you everything!"

After saying this, the chubby manager took out a bulging wallet from his pocket and carefully threw it on the ground.

Connor glanced at the middle-aged, overweight manager pointing a gun at him, then at the wallet lying on the ground. His eyes darted around, and he pretended to reach for the wallet while saying with a half-smile, "You're actually pretty shrewd!"

However, just as Connor bent down, he instantly dodged to the side, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out. A silver-white anti-magic bullet was embedded in the spot where Connor had just been standing.

Seeing that Connor had not been killed, the middle-aged fat manager immediately felt uneasy. A fierce look appeared on his chubby face, and he was about to grit his teeth!

(End of this chapter)