Count of Wizards

Chapter 41 Processing

Seeing this picture that appeared in front of his eyes, Connor’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole, and he resisted not directly exclaiming.

This room is only about ten square meters, there is not much furniture and decoration inside, only a simple double bed, a large wardrobe, a dressing table, and a wooden chair, it seems that this room should be a bedroom, and then from The bottles and jars on the dressing table can tell that there should be a hostess in this house.

But these are not important!

What really shocked Connor Ferguson was that there was a man sitting paralyzed on that wooden chair!

Do not! It is not so much a person as a humanoid creature!

What a face is that!

There is no intact skin on the whole face. Instead of calling it skin, it is more accurate to call it minced meat. Judging from the minced meat on the face, I believe that this person’s mother is standing here. Can’t recognize who this person is!

However, if you look closely, you can still vaguely recognize this person’s five senses, but this person’s ears and eyes have been corroded, and there is still yellow pus on the wound. If you look closely, you may still find that there are The little white dot was constantly squirming.

This person’s hands and feet have all been chopped off. If it weren’t for mental power to perceive this person’s breathing, Connor really thought that this person had died, but that’s it. Connor was shocked, but also Can’t help sighing, it is a miracle that this person has not died under such tortured circumstances!

Looking at the dying “person” Connor on the wooden chair, I really don’t understand why Reyes would let himself come here?

“Who is this person?” After hesitating, Connor spoke to the old Victor through the air:

Airborne sound transmission is a little skill that Connor has only recently mastered to use mental power. Using mental power to transmit airborne sound, except the person you are talking to, no one else will hear you. what.

Listening to Connor’s voice transmission, a weird smile appeared on the old Victor’s old face, and he waved his hand and chanted a low spell.

As the spell sounded, a gray bird turned out in mid-air. After flapping its wings a few times, it suddenly got into the body of the “person” who was paralyzed on the wooden chair.

Connor who saw this scene was stunned, but what surprised him was still behind. After the gray bird got into the body of the “person”, a wave of gray light appeared on the person’s body, and then something magical happened. Now, this already tortured inhuman, dying guy, seemed to have regained consciousness, and the remaining eye slowly opened.

However, when the “person” saw the old Victor in his field of vision, his body shuddered unnaturally, and he collapsed and shouted intermittently, “I beg you… I know… Already I told you all… please kill me…Kill me!”

Listening to this person’s voice, Connor frowned slightly. He seemed to be familiar with this person’s voice. He seemed to often hear it from somewhere…

“It seems that the old Victor has acted so hard that Master Connor has not seen that this person is Mr. Joseph from the Green University Library.” The old Victor said lightly:

“Joseph?” Victor’s reminder suddenly made Connor suddenly realize that, carefully looking at the man who was sitting on the wooden chair, the Green University librarian Joseph and the “humanoid creature” in front of him could not help but overlap everything.

“It seems that Master Connor has recognized it, so let’s take a look at this!” Seeing a sudden expression on Connor’s face, the old Victor threw a piece of paper to Connor.

Taking the letter paper, Connor hasn’t read the content yet, just glanced at the handwriting on it slightly, confirming that the content on it was written by Joseph. Joseph was about fifty years old and was a staff member of the Green University Library. It is said that he has served at Green University for 20 years and knows anyone at Green University.

When Connor just became a junior apprentice, in order to better learn the junior meditation ideas he got from Vidal, he borrowed a Byzantine dictionary of words from the library, filled out the borrowing form with Joseph, and met Joseph. Joseph’s handwriting is extremely awkward and strange, it is difficult for others to copy, and it is very unforgettable at a glance!

“Honorable Bishop Constantine”

“The black pendant you gave to your humble servant Joseph appears strange here. It comes from Connor Ferguson, a sophomore in History at Green University. According to rumors in the school, this Connor Ferguson is Frosino in the eastern part of the Empire. The first heir of the Ferguson family in the inner city is the son of the earl…”

There are more than a hundred words on the letter paper, and Connor is more startled as he reads it After reading it carefully, Connor only feels that his back is soaked.

At this moment, the old Victor threw a black pendant to Connor. “Look, this is the enchanted item Vazquez Pendant. It is measurable named after the ninth Pope Vazquez of the Stormwind Church. The only function of the alchemy items produced is to detect wizards. Once a wizard appears within one hundred meters of this pendant, this thing will automatically tell the owner that the person is a wizard! So Connor, you know!”

As the old Victor finished speaking, Connor’s eyes became gloomy as he watched Joseph, who was slumped on the wooden chair, and now the situation is very simple and obvious. This Joseph was ambushed by the Storm Church at Green University. Informant, specially help Storm Church secretly observe that it is a wizard!

And he found out that he was a wizard. It was probably the last time he went to the library to borrow a Byzantine dictionary. It seemed that he was lucky. This Joseph didn’t wait for him to send the message, but was discovered by Professor Reyes. Get caught!

“Thank you!” Connor whispered to old Victor:

“Master Connor is polite, you are a student of the professor, these are what old Victor should do!” Old Victor smiled slightly, not taking credit.

“Master Connor, are you going to deal with him first, or just send him on the road?” Old Victor said with a smile:

Glancing at the Joseph in front of him, Connor really couldn’t remember the feeling of “processing”, shook his head, took out the revolver from under his windbreaker, and aimed at Joseph’s head.

“boom!”

With a gunshot, a hole appeared in Joseph’s temple, and red blood and gray brains splashed across the wall, but Joseph’s face, which was full of minced meat, seemed to be as peaceful as relief.