Chapter 572

Hearing Palin's words, Wanda seemed to have thought of something, with a light in his eyes and whispered: "Connor Ferguson! We've been here for a month, and we've been fighting with Alex Sandro, but we haven't seen him yet

"Connor Ferguson?" Palin's eyes were also shining.

"Yes! Have you never doubted Palin, who hasn't appeared in such a long time? " Wanda said meaningfully:

"Wanda, if you say that, this Connor Ferguson is really interesting!" Palin also reacted, and a sneer appeared on her handsome face.

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Just when Wanda and Palin re focus on Connor, they will never think of where Connor and Margaret have been quietly lurking in the woods outside Anfield community where they settled.

"Where are the two of them hiding?" Looking at the brightly lit community in front of her, Marguerite frowned and asked Connor:

Connor, holding the compass, glanced at the compass, nodded helplessly and said: "the compass shows like this!"

Originally, with Marguerite's appointment in January, Connor's idea was to stabilize Marguerite first, then make a long-term plan, and then make a plan. However, he never thought of it. Marguerite seemed to have thought of all his plans. She didn't want to accept him at all. She was serious with him and forced Connor to take action directly, There is no way. Connor can only follow the footprints of Wanda and Palin together with Margaret under the guidance of the compass. After more than an hour of searching, Connor finally locked the positions of Wanda and Palin in the Anfield community.

"Can your compass narrow down a little bit?" Marguerite asked in a bad tone

Connor spread out his hand and said with some grievances: "elder sister, please know something about alchemy, OK? I have a very strong compass to track in a city as big as roon, OK? To narrow down the scope is not what alchemists at my current level can do with demonized items

"This is the Anfield community, one of the largest residential communities in the North District. There are tens of thousands of roon workers living here. Is it possible for us to find two of them out of tens of thousands of workers?" As she glared at Connor, Marguerite pointed to the brightly lit community in front of her and said:

"I know where they have settled down. This time, even if they have gained a lot, they will definitely come to me again!" With a little smile, Connor said to Marguerite meaningfully:

Although she still gave Connor a big white eye, it seems that Marguerite still believed Connor's words and didn't go on questioning. She turned to the woods and saw that Connor had a faint smile on her face and followed him.

"Would you like to have a drink at my house?" Looking at Marguerite's beautiful face in the moonlight, Connor didn't know the wrong string in his head and sent out an invitation to Marguerite.

Maybe it's because she didn't go to Connor's apartment to drink a lot before, and now Marguerite is in a very bad mood, depressed, drinking is a good choice to solve this situation, so Marguerite didn't think much, nodded and agreed.

More than ten minutes later, Connor and Marguerite like stealing Q, quietly from the wall of Ferguson's apartment, read into the apartment.

Marguerite over the wall, looking at the same as herself, the owner of the apartment, Connor Ferguson, who came in over the wall, immediately felt happy and said with a little bit of ridicule: "isn't this Ferguson's apartment? How come Connor, the future Earl of Ferguson, is going to climb over the wall like me? "

Hearing Marguerite's teasing, Connor was really a little sad, but he really didn't know how to reply to Marguerite. He could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

Entering the apartment, watching the sofa lying in the living room, the broken wall tiles, and the crystal lamp falling to the ground, Margaret blinked her big beautiful eyes and looked at Connor.

He felt his chin awkwardly. Connor said, "as I told you before, I killed a senior wizard apprentice of CELTA. He made everything here. He was looking for something in my apartment. Because he was busy these days, I haven't come here to clean it up yet!" Connor tried to be as concise as possible to introduce the experience of the apartment a few days ago to Margaret.

"Your good wine won't be broken by that bad guy, too?" With a wave of her hand, a strong wind lifted up the sofa lying on the floor. Marguerite sat in the position where she had come to Connor's apartment before, and then stretched out her white palm to tell Connor:"That's not true. This guy is also a wine lover. He is not willing to smash my wine, but also put all my wine into his space ring. However, he hasn't had time to taste these wonderful liquids. That night, he was killed by me, so my wine came back to my hands!" While taking out two bottles of "romanocondi" from the space ring, Connor explained:

Hand a bottle of "Kangdi" to Marguerite, while Connor opened the cork of "Kangdi" in his hand, the air was filled with the strong fragrance of "Kangdi".

"One for each? I didn't expect you to be generous this time, Connor? " He took it from Connor's hand and said, "Kangdi, Marguerite's beautiful eyes flashed a bright light. She looked at Connor and said:

"Isn't that a way to clean you up?" Connor, who was holding the bottle, touched Marguerite, then sobered up lazily and took a few mouthfuls. He drank half of the expensive "Romano canti" in the bottle.

"Cow chews peony!" Watching Connor make complaints about his rugged style, Margaret smiled and tucked out Connor, then shook the bottle and gently touched it.

As before, Connor didn't restrain the effect of alcohol on his body. He liked the feeling of being slightly drunk. Maybe it was also the effect of alcohol, which affected Connor's reason. He took another sip of "emperor Kang" in the bottle. Connor's angular face showed a strange look and looked at Marguerite