Wizard Earl

Chapter 592 The Grand Show Begins

"Valga, why do you think that I'm the target of Old Victor's demonized knights?" Connor pondered Valga's words for a moment, then asked with some confusion:

"The secret letter from Old Victor requesting a large quantity of anti-magic potions was given to me by Martina at the hospital today. She hinted that my group of demonized knights' target is Connor, and she also told me to tell you that Old Victor has begun to suspect her, and she won't be contacting you for now, and you shouldn't contact her either!" Varga continued:

Hearing Varga's words, Connor nodded inwardly. He knew that since Old Victor wanted to use someone else to kill him, letting the Celta Cult deal with him, then it would be difficult to hide the fact that he had killed Perrin and Wanda from Old Victor's eyes. Three high-level wizard apprentices had been killed just like that, Old Victor would definitely have some suspicions. Martina was the person directly involved in this matter, so it was normal for Old Victor to be suspicious of Martina. If he wasn't suspicious, then there would really be a problem!

"I didn't see Connor in the safe house either. I thought..." Varga said softly, leaning against Connor's chest, her worry and concern evident in her words.

Feeling the love of the lovely girl in his arms, Connor's eyes softened, and he comforted her, saying, "Valga, I told you, my strength, Connor Ferguson's, is greater than you imagine. Old Victor won't find it so easy to deal with me!"

"On a farm outside Rune, two people who seemed unlikely to appear at the same time showed up in the farm's restaurant."

"You really want that thing?" Mr. Tusam's dark eyes flashed with a sharp light as he watched the stunningly beautiful woman across from him elegantly cutting her steak with a silver knife. He spoke in a low voice. This time, Mr. Tusam was no longer wearing the conspicuous red outfit he had worn during his confrontation with Martina at the Oyar factory; instead, he was shrouded in a large black cloak…

"No!" Martina glanced at Tusam's slightly impatient face beneath the cloak, then looked up and said very decisively:

Martina answered Mr. Tusam with obvious anger on her face, and retorted sharply, "No? Martina, were you just teasing me with what you said before?"

Martina wasn't concerned about Tusam's rage. She elegantly forked her sliced ​​steak, put it in her mouth, and calmly finished eating under Tusam's angry gaze. Then, she wiped her alluring red lips with a handkerchief before finally looking at Tusam and saying slowly, "If I remember correctly, a week ago, right here, I told Mr. Tusam that I knew where what you were looking for was, not that I had what you were looking for!"

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Hearing Martina's explanation, Tusam grunted, then picked up his beer glass from the table and downed it in one gulp. He then glared at Martina and said without any pretense, "Martina, you should know very well that old bastard Victor doesn't completely trust you. Although I don't have evidence against you, I don't need any if I want to!"

Seeing Tusam threaten her, Martina's cold and beautiful face showed no anger or other emotions. She said calmly, "Mr. Tusam! The fact that I'm here to meet you means you are of value to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come out to meet you. I think if you didn't know something, you wouldn't have so readily agreed to accompany me and put on this show in front of old Victor today, would you?"

After Martina finished speaking, Tusam, who had been extremely angry just a second ago, instantly lost all his anger, as if everything just now was an act by Tusam.

"Since we're both intelligent people, let's be frank. What you want me to do for you isn't just putting on an act for old Victor, is it?" Tusam said calmly, giving Martina a deep look.

"I need you to kill Connor Ferguson for me!" Martina said, swirling her wine in her glass and gazing at the perfectly aerated red wine, her expression complex.

"Kill Connor Ferguson? Martina, you want to kill Connor Ferguson too? Who exactly is this Connor Ferguson that you and old Victor both want him dead? I'm actually starting to get quite interested in him now." Mr. Tusam raised an eyebrow and said with great interest:

"I not only want you to help me kill Connor Ferguson, I also want you to help me kill old Victor!" After saying this, Martina put the glass of red wine in her mouth.

Upon hearing this, Tusam, who had been quite interested, suddenly froze, looking at Martina with disbelief. He seemed completely unprepared for these words to come from Martina's mouth.

Under Tusam's gaze, Martina chuckled and nodded, indicating that he hadn't misheard; she really was saying she wanted to kill old Victor.

"You're insane!"

Looking at Martina, Tusam suddenly sighed, then said with great certainty:

Martina seemed unsurprised by Tusam's reaction. She poured herself another glass of red wine and said to herself, "If you don't get rid of old Victor, do you think you can leave even if you get that thing?"

Before Martina could finish speaking, Tusam's pupils narrowed, a barely concealed murderous intent flashing within them. After a moment's hesitation, Tusam whispered, "How did you know?"

Martina smiled sarcastically, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, and said, "Tusam, what is your purpose in wanting that thing? Isn't it to remove your shackles and regain your freedom? Do you really want to be your master Southgate's most loyal servant for the rest of your life?"

(End of this chapter)