Christant’s voice fell, and Connor’s face showed a playful smile. At the same time, the lanky waiter also brought Connor’s lemonade and grilled steak to Connor’s face. After receiving a few pennies from the waiter, Connor began to pick up his knife and fork, cutting the steak unhurriedly, and preaching slowly: "So Mr. Christant, you think I am A conceited person?"

　　 "Of course!" Christant nodded naturally and replied:

Hearing Kristant’s answer, Connor, who was cutting the steak, had a brighter smile. He inserted a piece of cut beef from the dinner plate into the entrance, and said to Kristant as he ate: "Since K Mr. Ristante, if you say that I am arrogant, you might as well talk about how I did not do well, which made you feel like this?"

Feeling Connor’s careless attitude, another cold light flashed in Christant’s eyes, and he coldly preached to Connor: "Connor Ferguson, I thought you were arrogant, but you were still a smart man. , But now it seems I was wrong!"

"Mr. Christant, you don't really think that you came here to hold me? Without your consent, I would not be the Earl of Ferguson?" Connor took a sip of lemonade and looked at him. Christant said quietly:

Hearing Connor’s words, Christant smirked and said with a sneer: "Then Connor Ferguson, we might as well take a look. I really want to see. Without the consent of our Storm Church, what are you doing? Do this Earl Ferguson!"

Seeing that he said this, Christant just continued to speak cruelly to himself, and did not leave without fleeing his sleeves. Connor was even more sure about the purpose of that Christant came to find him... ··

The temptation was over, and Connor did not irritate Christant any more, but continued: "Without the support of the Church of the Storm, I would naturally be unstable as Earl Ferguson, but you Christant is just a pastor. That's it, you get me down. Even if your reputation is completely stinky among our hereditary nobles, at that time, Christant, do you think you will end up?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Hearing Connor say that, although Christant’s expression has not changed, Connor still noticed. He narrowed his eyes and looked Going up seems to be aware of something...

In this way, no one spoke between Connor and Kristant. From a moment of tension to a stalemate, Connor continued to eat the steak on the plate and drank lemonade, while Kristen continued to eat the steak on the plate and drank lemonade. Special seems to be thinking about something.

Christant’s thoughts were just a few minutes of thinking, and while taking advantage of a few minutes, Connor sent all the food he ordered into his stomach, then leaned on the chair, waiting for Christine Special reply.

"Connor Ferguson, you have to understand that now I am looking at you. If my report above is negative, I don’t know how I will end up, but you and the Ferguson family will have a miserable end, so you’d better give Let me be honest!" After another minute, Christant, who was thinking, finally made a decision. He pointed his finger at Connor and solemnly warned:

"Of course I understand the importance of you, or else I have nothing to do and come here to waste time with you old man?" Hearing Christant's warning in his ears, Connor sneered in his heart, knowing Christan Te also wanted to act with himself, so he preached very casually:

After taking a deep look at Connor, Christant said again: “In fact, I don’t need to say, Connor Ferguson, you should too. Our Storm Church treats you dark wizards as if it weren’t because you have a hereditary earl. The identity you see here now is not me, the pastor, but the arbiter of our Storm Church...",

Seeing that Christant was still continuing the ink, Connor pretended to be a little impatient, and could not help but interrupted his preaching: "Mr. Christant, I think I need to remind you, our time They are all precious, so please don't waste your time. Just tell me what it is that you are looking for me!"

　　 Christant was not surprised that Connor saw through his purpose. He took a deep look at Connor, and then said in a deep voice: "Connor Ferguson, the church intends to leave some things to you!"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "It's a bit interesting, the storm church master is like a cloud, how come there is something for me, a dark wizard, to do?" Connor asked with interest. Road:

"This is not something you should know. Connor Ferguson, you have only two choices. Either agree to work for the church, or you can run away now, never return to Frosinone, and return to your Ferguson family. It's in!" Christant ~lightnovelpub.net~ threatened Connor unabashedly and said:

Connor didn’t seem to care about Christant’s threat. He spread his hands and preached seemingly indifferent: "Mr. Christant, you have said so, and I can still bear to refuse. Are you? You can talk about it, what is it that the Storm Church will let me do it?"

　　 "I can't tell you the specific things yet, please go home and wait for the notice!" Christant said coldly:

　　 The answer I got from Kristant turned out to be like this, which undoubtedly disappointed Connor in his expression.

　　 But he didn't say anything, he stood up directly from the action, and then left the Durst Tavern in a stride.

Watching Connor's back gradually turn into a small black spot, a fleeting doubt appeared in Christant's eyes, then he stood up and left through the back door of the Durst Tavern, and then he quietly Arrived, in a small forest on the outskirts of Frosino, and in that small forest at this time, a mysterious man with a gray cloak, without showing half of his appearance and figure, was standing quietly in the middle of the forest. Waiting quietly for his arrival.

　　 "How much do you know about this Connor Ferguson?" Seeing this mysterious person, Christant didn't have any nonsense, and just asked:

Facing Christant’s questioning, the mysterious man hesitated for a few seconds, and then said in a very hoarse voice: "Connor Ferguson, this man is like a fog. I thought I was already I know him very well, but he used practical actions to refresh my understanding of him. Why, my director, you have trouble with this guy?"