Chapter 91

"No, three days at most!" For Connor's offer of a week, the mysterious woman in purple firmly refused.

"Three days, time is too tight, unless... Add money!" Continue with their greedy face, Connor carefully tested each other's attitude!

"Ha ha!" With a sneer, the woman in purple took out a hundred pounds, fell on the table and said coldly, "don't be too greedy!"

"Three days! Just three days! " On the surface, Connor happily picked up the 150 pounds on the table and put them into his pocket. In fact, his heart sank.

Now, it's obvious that there must be something wrong with the magic item that the woman in purple robe wants. It's definitely not as simple as heat preservation and heating, but it must be very important for the woman!

Seeing that Connor had agreed to his request for three days, the woman in the purple robe chuckled and walked out of the secret room.

Seeing that the woman left her vision, Connor restrained her greed, sneered, and waved his hand to receive all the raw materials left by the purple robed woman on the table into his own space ring.

Back in the hall, Connor found that the mysterious woman in purple robe had already disappeared. As soon as he came out, Connor could clearly feel several unkind eyes looking at him secretly. His heart immediately sank without hesitation. Connor bowed slightly to Mr. Mustafa, and then immediately turned away, There's no muddle!

He's got what he wants. There's no reason for him to stay here.

When he walked out of the menxing club, Connor was quite uneasy. He always felt a bad premonition lingering in his heart, but he could not say what was the reason for the bad premonition.

Connor looked around. With a slight turn of his eyes, he immediately changed his disguise and walked into the storm church a street away.

Although it was already more than 4 p.m., there was still an endless stream of people in the church. A white haired priest was standing in front of the storm goddess statue in the church, leading everyone to sing a hymn to the goddess.

"Great storm goddess, you are the embodiment of wisdom and bravery"

Quietly looking for a window seat, Connor picked up the classics on the table, ostensibly pretending to praise the storm goddess like the believers in the room, but in fact, the light from the corner of Connor's eyes kept looking out the window.

Connor's bad premonition is not unreasonable, that is, after three or five minutes, a big man appeared in Connor's field of vision. The big man was wearing sunglasses, and the hat on his head was also very low. His head looked around, as if looking for something.

Although he took off his mask and put on his sunglasses and top hat, he could still recognize the man as the senior apprentice wearing a yellow mask who was asking valga's whereabouts at the menxing club.

Standing on the street, the big man looked around, but he didn't turn his attention to the storm church. Obviously, the big man couldn't imagine that Connor, as a black wizard, chose to hide in the storm church!

Looking around for a long time, the man seemed to recognize a direction, reached for a taxi, and drove away quickly.

Looking at the figure of the man leaving, although Connor relaxed a lot, he was afraid of it!

That day, he fought with the bareheaded man in black who was worshiping the spirit cult, which made Connor clearly realize that his strength is not enough to compete with the senior apprentice.

I think this man should have noticed that he was peeping at him when he was gathering in the menxing club, but he didn't make any noise. He didn't come out to find himself until now. If he hadn't been clever enough to hide in the storm church, the consequences would be unimaginable. Sure enough, senior wizard apprentices don't have a simple thing!

Not in a hurry to leave the church, Connor observed for a while, and determined that there was no threat. Then Connor got up from his position and walked out of the church. But when he left, a purple figure appeared in a hidden corner of the church. A strange smile appeared on his beautiful face.

With a taxi, Connor comes to the Sanchez Bank branch on Helen street. Where is he going to pick up some things today.

Walking into the bank, Connor didn't wait for the smiling "big long legs" of the front desk to ask, but whispered, "I'm looking for your manager."

Five minutes later, led by the manager of the Sanchez bank, Connor went to the bank's underground safe area.

"Sir, we are waiting for you outside. There are alarm measures for every safe here. Please find the safe corresponding to your key accurately. You have five minutes to take what you have here!" After opening the heavy door, some decapitated managers made a sign to come in and said to Connor:Without any indication, Connor went directly into the safe room. Without much effort, he found the No. 7 safe with the key that Varga said.

When he opened the safe and saw the pamphlet lying quietly inside, Connor was very happy. He didn't stay much. He immediately walked out of the safe room, gave the key back to the bank manager and left the bank.

After returning to his apartment at 16 Rand street by taxi, Connor found that there was a new express in the express box in front of his door. He took out the express and looked at the name of "George" on the express. Connor smiled and whispered, "George, that guy, it's very fast!"

Back in the room, because he was not familiar with pharmaceutics, Connor simply looked through the pharmaceutical formula that Varga asked him to take, and asked the auxiliary chip to input, store and confirm it. There were no pharmacological problems with dozens of pharmaceutical formulas recorded in the pharmaceutical formula, so he put them aside.

Pick up a pile of documents, placed on the table, Connor carefully read up.

These documents are the express parcels George sent to him. They are the information about all the private hospitals and attending doctors in the eastern district that he entrusted George to find for him in class a few days ago on the pretext that his relatives came to roon for treatment.

Asking George for the information, naturally, Connor didn't really have a relative who was ill and wanted to come to roon for treatment, but he didn't want to be drunk and cared about the scenery. Dr. gulsey and Dr. gulsey's private hospital were the targets of Connor's investigation.

As for the information of all private hospitals and attending doctors in the Eastern District, it is nothing more than to cover people's ears and confuse the public