Wizard Earl

Chapter 191 The most dangerous place is the safest place!!

"Oh, I can handle the losses myself. I don't want any compensation I get; I'll donate it to the Metropolitan Police Department. Everyone worked hard on the case!" Connor sneered inwardly, knowing perfectly well that the Reintel brothers were nothing more than scapegoats.

Rhodes and his gang at the Metropolitan Police Department naturally couldn't find the Celta Cult members who robbed their villa, so they could only find a random big thief to pin on him. As for compensation, Connor never even considered it. They couldn't get any compensation from the counterattack anyway, so they might as well give it away and make a good connection. Although the Metropolitan Police Department wasn't very efficient or capable, they still had some value.

Upon hearing Connor's words, Officer Rodri, who had initially looked somewhat embarrassed, immediately showed a hint of joy on his face. After politely declining Connor's offer, he accepted it with great satisfaction.

After saying goodbye to Inspector Rodri, Connor returned to his apartment. Connor was a sentimental person and was very satisfied with the previous decor, so this time the renovation was done exactly the same way.

Connor opened the door and took a breath of fresh air. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. It felt the same as before!

Connor casually sat on his sofa and took out a bottle of gin from the liquor cabinet, intending to celebrate the renovation of his apartment. However, when Connor's gaze casually fell on a screen in the dining room next to the liquor cabinet, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

Countless thoughts converged in Connor's mind in a mere second. Connor made his decision and, as if he hadn't noticed anything, happily hummed a tune as he sat back down on the sofa.

"well···········"

Connor let out a sigh, and then a gray-robed man with a hooked nose sat down opposite Connor's sofa under Connor's mental focus.

"Connor Ferguson, I didn't expect us to meet under these circumstances, but I must admit, I underestimated you," the grey-robed, hook-nosed man said, staring into Connor's eyes, seemingly sincere.

Hearing this, Connor chuckled but didn't reply directly. Instead, he picked up the gin on the table, poured himself a glass, downed it in one gulp, and asked, "Lindelof?"

"Exactly!"

The grey-robed, hook-nosed man, Lindelof, the head of the Celta Church in Ruen, nodded.

Lindelof's admission did not surprise Connor. Connor stared into Lindelof's eyes and asked, "I admire you quite a bit for daring to hide here. I imagine you're seriously injured right now!"

"Haha, Emperor Raul once said that the most dangerous place may be the most dangerous place. It is true that I am seriously injured now, but I am definitely not someone that a mid-level wizard apprentice can look at!" After saying that, Mr. Lindelof threw a bunch of things on the desk.

Connor looked closely and realized that these were the core devices of the alchemical mechanisms he had set up in the apartment. Without these core devices, his mechanisms would be completely useless. The reason he had discovered that there were people in the apartment earlier was because he found that the mechanism he had installed on the screen had been tampered with.

"Scared... scared..."

Connor wasn't furious when his alchemy mechanism was dismantled; instead, he smiled and gently clapped.

"A senior apprentice, truly a senior apprentice! My little tricks can't fool you. I'm impressed!" Connor suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Lindelof, let's be frank. What are you trying to talk to me about with all this nonsense?"

If Lindelof wanted to kill him, he had plenty of good opportunities before Lindelof noticed anything amiss, but he didn't make a move. So, this senior wizard apprentice must be planning to capture him alive!

"Very good, it's so refreshing to talk to smart people. I think you're also curious, Mr. Connor, why we're targeting you, right? How about this, I have a suggestion: we can each ask each other a question, and the other person can't refuse, how about that?" Lindelof said calmly, looking at Connor.

Upon hearing the words "the other party cannot refuse," Connor's face showed a hint of amusement. He didn't reject Lindelof's suggestion and directly said, "No problem. In that case, I'll start with a question: why is your Celta Cult targeting me?"

"That's a good question, but the answer is complicated and can't be explained in a few words. To put it simply, the Ferguson family's ancestor, Stip Ferguson, was a member of the Celta Cult a long, long time ago. The organization originally thought he had perished in a battle a long, long time ago, but after our investigation in recent years, we discovered that Mr. Connor, your ancestor faked his death. His purpose in faking his death was to steal a treasure from the organization. So, in order to find the whereabouts of that treasure, we came here!" Although Lindelof said it was a simple answer, he actually explained it in quite a bit of detail.

"Beep, according to the Ferguson family genealogy, Stip Ferguson is the seventh-generation ancestor of the subject in this body!" A cold female voice rang in Connor's mind.

Upon hearing that this Stip Ferguson was indeed his ancestor, Connor was truly on the verge of tears. Although he had already guessed that the Celtic Church was related to his family, Connor really did not expect that the connection was so profound.

"I'm satisfied with your answer. What about your question?" After a brief moment of thought, Connor looked at Lindelof again.

"Did you hire the people who came to the warehouse to kill us?" Lindelof's smile vanished, and he asked with a serious expression.

"That's right! You all planted bombs in my hotel, so naturally I had to wipe you all out. It's just a pity I missed you!" With a cold smile, Connor didn't deny it and readily admitted it.

As Connor admitted it, a murderous glint flashed in Lindelof's eyes, but he quickly concealed it the next second.

Ignoring the murderous intent in Lindelof's eyes, Connor asked again, "How are things going with the Ferguson family, the Frosinone family?"

"Heh, Mr. Connor, you, the future Earl of the Empire, really don't care much about your own family. If we had any results over there, we wouldn't be coming to you!" Lindelof said coldly.

(End of this chapter)