"Oh, I can deal with the loss myself. I don't want to get the compensation. I donated it to the Metropolitan Police Department. It was a hard work for everyone to deal with the case!" Connor sneered in his heart. Naturally, it was very clear. I eh Brother Leintel is nothing more than a scapegoat.

Rodri of the Metropolitan Police Department naturally couldn’t find the Celta Cult who ransacked their villa. They could only find a big thief to buckle him. As for compensation, Connor hadn’t even thought about it. Even if it is not enough, it is better to give alms, and it can be regarded as a good relationship. Although the efficiency and ability of the Metropolitan Police Department are not good, there is still some value.

Hearing what Connor said, Police Officer Rodri, who was still a little embarrassed on his face, suddenly showed a hint of joy on his face. After refusing Connor's kindness with his mouth, he was also very satisfied with it.

After saying goodbye to Rodri's inspection, Connor returned to his apartment. Connor is also a nostalgic person. He is also very satisfied with the previous decoration, so this time the re-decoration is exactly the same as before.

Opening the door and taking a breath of air inside, Connor showed a satisfied smile on his face, which was the same feeling as before!

Sitting casually on his sofa, Connor took out a bottle of gin from the wine cabinet, intending to celebrate the new decoration of his apartment, but when Connor’s eyes casually noticed, the wine When there was a screen in the dining room next to the cabinet, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank secretly.

Countless thoughts converged in Connor’s mind for a short time, that is, within a second, Connor made his own decision. As if he hadn’t noticed anything, he sat back happily humming a little song. On the sofa.

"Ugh···········"

Connor let out a sigh, and then a man in a gray robe with a hooked nose sat on the opposite side of Connor's sofa under the lock of Connor's mental power.

"Connor Ferguson, I didn't expect that we would meet in such a situation, but I have to admit that I did underestimate you." The gray-robed eagle-nosed man stared into Connor's eyes and said sincerely:

Hearing this person's words, Connor chuckled and didn't reply directly. Instead, he picked up the gin on the guest table, poured himself a glass of wine, and then drank it and asked back: "Lin Delof?"

"Exactly!"

The gray robe eagle hook nose, that is, Lindelof, the head of Celta Sect in Ruen, nodded.

Lindelof’s confession did not surprise Connor. Connor stared at Lindelof’s eyes and asked, “I admire you so much that you dare to hide here. I think you are now Are you seriously injured!"

"Haha, Emperor Raul once said that the most dangerous place may be the most dangerous place. Yes, I am seriously injured now, but it is definitely not something that an intermediate wizard apprentice can watch!" Mr. Delof, threw a bunch of things on the desk.

Connor Dingqing saw that these were the core devices of the alchemy machinery he set up in the apartment. Without these core devices, his machinery would be completely useless. The reason why he discovered that there were people in the apartment just now was also because It was discovered that the mechanism he installed on the screen had been manipulated.

"Afraid..."

His alchemy facility was demolished, and Connor was not frustrated, but instead clapped gently with a smile on his face.

"Senior apprentice, I really am a senior apprentice. I really can't hide my little skills from you, admire and admire you!" Connor suddenly said, "Mr. Lindelof, why don't we open the skylight and talk, you Talk nonsense with me here, what do you want to talk to me?"

If Lindelof wanted to kill him, he would have a lot of good opportunities before he discovered the anomaly, but he didn't do anything. So the senior wizard apprentice, if not unexpected, the idea should be to capture himself!

"Very well, talking to smart people is a joy. I think Mr. Connor, you are also very curious, why are we looking at you? How about this? I have a suggestion. We can each ask each other a question. What about each other? How can I refuse?" Lindelof looked at Connor and said lightly:

Hearing the seven words "the other party can't refuse", Connor's face was also a little more playful. He didn't refuse Lindelof's proposal, and said directly: "No problem, in that case, I will first Come to ask, why did your Celta teacher stare at me?"

"This is a good question, but the answer is very complicated. I can't explain it clearly, but in simple terms, the ancestor of the Ferguson family, Step Ferguson, was a member of Celta a long time ago~www. lightnovelpub.net~The organization originally thought that he had fallen in a battle a long time ago, but after our investigation in recent years, it was discovered that Mr. Connor, your ancestor was only scammed to death, and his purpose of scammed death. It was to steal a treasure from the organization, so in order to find the whereabouts of that treasure, we came here!" Although Lindelof said in a simple way, in fact, he said it was quite detailed. .

"Di, according to the family tree of the Ferguson family, Step Ferguson is the seventh-generation ancestor of the subject's present body!" A cold female voice sounded in Connor's mind.

Hearing that this Step Ferguson really was his ancestor, Connor really wanted to cry without tears. Although he had guessed that the Celta religion was related to the family, Connor did not expect it to be such a source.

"I'm very satisfied with your answer, what about your question?" Connor looked back at Lindelof after thinking for a while.

"Did you find the person who came to the warehouse to kill us?" Lindelof reduced the smile on his face and asked with a serious face:

"That's right! You all planted bombs in my hotel, I naturally want to kill you clean, but unfortunately I missed you!" There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and Connor did not excuse him, and recognized it very simply.

With Connor's acknowledgment, Lindelof saw a killing opportunity in his eyes, but in the next second Lindelof hid the killing opportunity.

Regarding the murderous intent in Lindeloff’s eyes, Connor turned a blind eye and asked again: "How is the Frosinone Ferguson family?"

"Hehe, Mr. Connor, you future empire count, you really don't care about your family. If we get results over there, we won't come to you!" Lindelof said coldly: