Chapter 462

"If you want to kill an official wizard, there's only another official wizard..." Connor narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully to Marguerite

"That's why I need Connor to help me find information. In that case, I would rather be punished by the church than suffer from the bad luck!" Understanding Connor's meaning, Marguerite sighed and said helplessly:

It seems that Marguerite puts all her hopes on herself. Connor has some problems in mind and decides to give Marguerite a shot to prevent her from getting any useful information from Varga, Connor considered the language and said to Marguerite, "the secret society and the skeleton are two organizations after all. I don't know as much about them as Marguerite. I will try my best to do your best, but Marguerite, don't hold too much hope."

"Connor, just try your best. Even if you don't find any information in the end, I won't blame you." Marguerite said frankly, "by the way, Connor, have you come up with a replica of your pendant? I don't know why, since last time I heard you say that someone can spy on me secretly without the help of mental detection, I always have a bad premonition. "

"I have done several experiments, and the results are very gratifying. I estimate that the probability of success is 60% or 70%. You send me the alchemy materials recorded on this piece of paper. If there is no accident, I can give it to you in one or two weeks!" With that, Connor took out a folded note paper from the space ring and gave it to Marguerite.

Glancing at the notepaper that Connor had handed over, Marguerite raised her head in doubt and asked Connor, "are these kinds of things common alchemy materials? Are these really OK?"

"You are only used to check the fluctuation of mental power, so I made it a little easier. I only kept the function of checking the fluctuation of mental power for you, and I castrated all the other functions of the pendant, so this paper is basically enough to record these materials. If these materials are not controlled materials, it will be very troublesome to get them on the black market, I won't ask you for it! " Connor shrugged and explained:

Hearing what Connor said, Margaret gave Connor a big white eye, then turned around and walked out of the abandoned factory.

Looking at Marguerite's disappearing figure, Connor shakes his head and immediately leaves the factory and goes back to his apartment.

After returning to the apartment, without waiting for Connor to rest, Connor's mental power found a group of pedestrians suspected of police on Rand street. Looking at their observation direction, it seems that the pedestrian's target is his apartment at 16 Rand street.

Connor, who discovered this, immediately narrowed his eyes. The reason why he thought this pedestrian was a policeman was that on the one hand, the surveillance method used by this pedestrian was the standard method taught by Scotland Yard, the police training base of the Kaman empire. On the other hand, Connor recognized this method because it was also recorded by the Ferguson family, Connor was also curious to learn some of them.

On the other hand, it is also because of Connor's strong mental power, which also brings him amazing observation. Connor found that although these people disguised as pedestrians, every movement of them can be seen from the details that these people have received professional training.

Although we don't know what the purpose of the police is to spy on ourselves, Connor believes that it's not his wizarding identity, otherwise the first side of Marguerite won't receive the news, and the second side is that these ordinary people should not stare at him.

Now that he is sure that the other party has not found his identity, Connor has nothing to worry about. He arranges his clothes, then walks out of the apartment door with a smile and thinks of a young man carrying a newspaper box on Rand street.

"What newspaper would you like to buy, sir?" Looking at the "target" that he wants to monitor coming to him, the young man's eyes flashed a touch of accident quickly, but it seems that his psychological quality is still very good, without any panic.

"A Wayne evening paper, a Kaman paper, how much is it?" Connor asked the disguised policeman with a smile.

"Sir, five pence for the Wayne evening paper and six pence for the Kaman. Eleven pence in all!" He took two newspapers out of the box and handed them to Connor. The disguised policeman said:

Taking the newspaper, Connor took out his wallet from his arms, took out a shilling bill from his wallet, handed it to the policeman in front of him, and then said with a smile, "you should not be allowed to accept tips during the operation, So give me a penny! "

"You... Hear what Connor said, the policeman was struck by lightning, his eyes full of shock.

"The surveillance method taught by Scotland Yard clearly stipulates that when monitoring the same target, one person appears too many times, which will greatly increase the possibility of being found. If you want to think about it, I don't mind talking to you. I think there may be misunderstanding between us!" With a smile still on his face, Connor found a shilling coin from the young man's hand, then turned and returned to his apartment with his newspaper,The young policeman, who had been seen through by Connor, was still in the same place for a second or two after Connor left. Then he came back to himself, carrying the newspaper box in his hand and walking to the next lane.

Five minutes later, the doorbell of apartment 16 Rand Street rang. As Connor leaned against the sofa, he said in a loud voice, "the door is not closed. Please come in!"

With the fall of Connor's voice, a middle-aged man with a cold look and a tough body, and a little girl with a shy look, walk into Connor's apartment. It has to be said that such a combination has a visual impact.

As the "owner" of the apartment, Connor stood up from the sofa with a smile and a relaxed manner, walked to the visitors, and held out his right hand while smiling and saying, "Hello, I'm Connor Ferguson. I don't know what you call me?"

Looking at Connor's right hand, the big man looked at Connor's smiling face, and then reluctantly extended his right hand to hold Connor like a dragonfly, and then coldly said: "my name is John Duncan, senior inspector of roon city police department!"