Wizard Earl

Chapter 665 Semedo Mansion

A dozen minutes later, as agreed with Margaret, Connor arrived at a small restaurant called Pato's Gourmet House on a nearby street. Upon entering the restaurant, Connor immediately spotted Margaret in the small space. Although the thornbird's call he had just heard was inconspicuous, it was the signal that he and Margaret had agreed to meet.

As soon as he sat down opposite Margaret, Connor eagerly asked her, "Have you gotten the information on the Semedo Mansion yet?"

In response to Connor's question, Margaret smiled confidently and whispered to Connor, "I have accomplished my mission!"

"The owner of this Semedo Mansion, according to the Loen Housing Authority's register, is Raphael Semedo, a 41-year-old architecture lecturer at the University of Bilbao in the northern part of Loen. His wife divorced him two years ago after becoming a mistress to a wealthy businessman, so Raphael Semedo now lives alone with his six-year-old son and eleven-year-old daughter, and has not remarried!"

"Rafael Semedo and his family reside in the Kant community in the northern part of Loen. There is no doubt that Rafael Semedo is merely the nominal owner of this Semedo Mansion. His annual salary and bonus at the University of Bilbao is only fifty gold pounds, and he came from the small town of Belotti to make his way in Loen. It is impossible for him to own this Semedo Mansion, which is worth five thousand gold pounds!"

"Even when Raphael Semedo bought this Semedo Mansion for 4,700 gold pounds, the money wasn't transferred from Raphael Semedo's own bank account! Unfortunately, the money came from a shell company, and I haven't been able to find out the actual source..." Margaret said regretfully to Connor at the end.

Connor nodded upon hearing this. The information Margaret had gathered was sufficient proof. After a moment's thought, he asked Margaret, "Since this Raphael Semedo is only the nominal owner of this mansion, Margaret, have you found out who the actual owner of the Semedo mansion is? What is his relationship with Raphael Semedo?"

"Raphael Semedo has a sister named Angelina Semedo. This woman is quite alluring. A few years ago, she was kept as a mistress. Connor, do you know who her sugar daddy is?" With a mysterious smile, Margaret confidently inquired, deliberately piquing Connor's curiosity.

Margaret's words immediately made Connor realize that the person who was keeping Angelina Semedo was the key to this matter. However, to Margaret's disappointment, Connor, who had personally witnessed the downfall of James Trading Company, thought for a few seconds and then suddenly realized something, saying to Margaret, "Could the person keeping Angelina Semedo be from James Trading Company?"

"That's right! It's this James Trading Company. The man who's been keeping Angelina Semedo is named Carvalho. He's a trade manager at James Trading Company. He disappeared three months ago, and we still don't know if he's alive or dead. I bet he's dead at old Victor's hands!" Margaret whispered.

Margaret's words immediately made Connor's eyes flash with a sharp light. The things Margaret had found out had made the situation very clear: the Semedo Mansion was related to the James Trading Company, and the James Trading Company was a spy planted by the Duke's faction in Rune. Martina was an undercover agent of the Duke's faction. This line of reasoning was very clearly connected.

Seeing the glint in Connor's eyes, Martina remained silent, waiting for him to make his final decision. After a long while, Connor made his decision and said to Martina in a deep voice, "This is it! I think it won't be long before old Victor finds this place!"

"What if old Victor can't find this place? Martina's 'blind spot' tactic, though bold, is quite effective..." Thinking back to how she and Connor had been skeptical about Martina hiding here just a few hours ago, Margaret asked with some concern:

"Don't worry! If old Victor can't find this place, I don't mind being an unsung hero and giving him a hand!" Connor smiled confidently.

Looking at Kang's smile, Margaret sensed a sinister undercurrent...

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"Butler Victor! The Semedo Mansion not far ahead is the location of the James Trading Company's safe house, which we dug out of Raphael Semedo! That bitch Martina should be hiding there!"

Late at night, in a luxurious private room at the Coman Hotel on Lewandowski Boulevard, under the bright light of a kerosene lamp, a robust middle-aged man was respectfully addressing a hunched old man sitting leisurely on the sofa, reading a book:

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, the hunched old man didn't reply, but simply nodded slightly, continuing to look with great interest at the thick book in his hands, "A General History of the Byzantine Empire," co-authored ten years ago by more than ten history professors and over thirty lecturers from the History Department of the Kaman Imperial University, and published by the Imperial Publishing House.

Seeing that old Victor continued reading and ignored him, Roberto, a middle-aged man who knew his habits well, showed no impatience and remained respectfully standing quietly beside him. Old Victor read for another ten minutes or so before quietly closing the book and putting it back in his spatial ring. He then picked up the fragrant coffee on the tea table, took a small sip, and said leisurely, "That little Martina is quite interesting, hiding so close to me. How are the preparations going with the church and the police department?"

Roberto dared not be negligent in addressing Old Victor's question, and said in a deep voice, "Half an hour ago, the Church's Vice Commander Zaniolo led thirty arbitrators out of the church and is heading here. As for the Rune Metropolitan Police Department, Chief Godin has already led five hundred police officers out, and they will close Levandowski Avenue and the Rune West District in about ten minutes!"

"Very good! Let's go." Old Victor took another sip of his coffee and nodded in satisfaction.

After saying that, old Victor stood up from the sofa, took out a cane from his spatial ring, and slowly walked out of the private room door with the cane in hand. Roberto followed closely behind him.

(End of this chapter)