Chapter 6: That man is back.

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"Conor Greenlander?"

The young man subconsciously repeated it.

"Yes, Your Highness." The old man replied respectfully.

"I know this person. Sister Dilina had a big fight with Brother Felix last time because of this person." The young man said excitedly, his eyes sparkled with the so-called desire for knowledge and curiosity.

"Your Highness, eavesdropping is not what a royal family should do."

Out of duty, the old man respectfully reminded the young man that at the end, his eyes were a little teasing.

"I didn't. Yes, they were arguing too loudly." The boy argued loudly.

"Keep your manners, pay attention to your demeanor, my lord"

"snort"

As if to show his stubbornness, the young man snorted, and half-lyed on the cushion lazily, while not forgetting to shake his dangling calf.

The old man looked at the young man with this attitude, and smiled kindly, his eyes full of doting.

He coughed lightly, and said in a steady voice:

"I'm still thinking, as long as you want, I can tell you about Connor Greenlant in detail. However, you don't seem to be very interested, because this old man has overstepped."

Correct sitting posture, elegant demeanor, the gorgeous and comfortable dress made by the royal family, and the young man's white face with a calm smile, kind but maintaining a sense of distance.

All of this appeared after the old man's voice fell.

A tacit understanding and fun that belonged exclusively to the two.

The young man nodded slightly, and then said in the Izdmont accent known as the exclusive of the upper class: "Algrave, you can speak freely."

After hearing this, the old man bowed slightly, performed a simple respectful etiquette and replied:

"Follow your will, my lord"

The carriage was speeding along the road, and the sound of the horse's hooves kicking reverberated around.

Inside the carriage, the runes carved in the corners and hidden locations shone with a brilliance that ordinary people couldn't see.

The old man's voice sounded, and Izdmund's warped accent was thick.

"Connor Greenlant..."

....

"That guy"

Berkley City

Downtown area

Duran Block, next to Cross Street Avenue

On the roof of a three-story building

A man in an all-black windbreaker uniform was looking at the figure riding a black horse on the road and said.

With a big bald head, about 1.8 meters tall, with a muscular figure, brown beard, and brown pupils always have aggressive scrutiny.

A difficult person to get along with, this is Green Watson's first impression.

Facts have proved that

Everyone's feeling is not wrong.

On both sides of him, three companions dressed like him, one on the left and two on the right, stood beside him.

If there is any difference, it might be the silver badge hanging on the chest.

Green's badge is in the shape of three wings.

On the left, a youthful-looking young man with short curly yellow hair wearing a black three-cornered hat.

On his body, the same uniform is brand new compared to the others. It is not difficult to see from the corners that someone has specially ironed it.

The silver badge on his chest is a wing.

On the right, the outfits of the other two are the same, but they are not so brand new. There are slight color differences in the cuffs, hem, and neckline of the uniforms.

That's a sign of wear and tear. And the silver badges on their chests are wings.

(Um?)

The young man on the left followed his gaze after hearing his deputy's whisper.

Sometimes I have to say that things like temperament or aura really make people wonder how to explain it. The crowd is full of cars and horses, but that bright black is so conspicuous.

With doubts, the young man turned his head to look at his deputy team.

Green Watson originally wanted to say something, but after glancing at the new member beside him from the corner of his eye, he immediately controlled it.

After pausing for a while, he forcefully squeezed out a sentence as if answering.

"A witcher"

(Demon hunter?)

The young man muttered in his heart,

To be honest, although there are not many demon hunters in Bekli City, there are also quite a few.

After all, there are always many mercenaries, witches, wizards, and swindlers who like to go part-time as a witcher.

Rather, the demon hunters themselves are made up of people from these professions.

However, if you want to talk about professional demon hunters, in Beckley, no one can bypass our third game.

According to the words of the "predecessors" in the Bureau, "We are professionals in this area."

It's a pity, I just don't know why the "captains" always look weird every time they hear this sentence.

However, since the captain specifically emphasized it, it must be a noteworthy role.

The young man thought this way, but at the same time, he did not forget to firmly remember the image characteristics of that figure in his mind.

As if worried, Green turned to the young man and said solemnly:

"When you meet him in the future, remember to stay away from him. Especially when he takes the initiative to find you."

After finishing speaking, before the young man could react, he turned around and explained to his companion on the right:

"You guys go back together, first report this news to Orser's team leader, and the other will report this news to the team leader after finding Orser's team leader."

When talking about this, Green paused and added:

"If the captain asks the reason, just say I explained it."

"Okay, deputy team"*2

As soon as Green finished speaking, the two people beside him immediately nodded in response.

Afterwards, without the slightest sloppiness, she turned around and walked towards the back, jumped off the roof, and quickly disappeared into the alleyway.

Looking at the departing seniors, the young man looked at Green and hesitated, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Deputy team, that, can I ask? Who is that person? Is... special?"

Green turned his head, and on the face of the young man beside him, curiosity was mixed with hesitation.

Regarding that guy, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Green Watson really doesn't know how to explain it more appropriately.

He looked at the young man expressionlessly, until the latter's expression changed from the initial hesitation and curiosity to the ups and downs, and finally to the final panic, then he turned his head in satisfaction and looked towards Cross Street Avenue.

There, that guy's figure has long since disappeared, leaving only a motley crowd.

(It is estimated that we will be at the tavern soon)

He said so in his heart.

"Hoo"

Green breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his gaze from a distance, turned his head, looked at the young man beside him again, and spoke slowly in the latter's uneasy and flattering smile, with a low voice, a little nostalgic.

"That guy"

(Guy?)

"His name is Connor Greenlant"

(He is Connor Greenlant?)

"A veritable..."

...

"asshole"

Uptown

327 Moller Street, Isobeno Street

Headquarters of the Third Bureau

The half-divided office is about 30 square meters. There is only a yellow-brown desk, three chairs of the same color, and two rows of large bookcases full of documents.

In this office, clenched fists came out angrily, hammering the tabletop, making an ear-shattering sound, which even passed through the office and echoed in the hall.

The reason for all this is the previous sentence.

That's what it said.

"Captain, that man is back."