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So, he had called for Connor to come here.
If Connor hadn’t helped him here, then he would have remained the prim young master of the Thisleton Manor,
and not exiled from Atheville!
Half an hour later, Connor arrived.
He seemed displeased.
He already gave the third military factory away, but Clyde did not keep his promise to buck up the Spirit Stones.
Now he seriously doubted if that King Class Expert was really Ares after all.
“Clyde, what do you need me for?” Connor asked impatiently as he sat down and poured himself a glass of cocktail.
Clyde frowned, “What’s the matter, Connor? Bad day?”
Connor gave him a sharp glare, “I think you of all people should know better why I’m in a bad mood.”
“Oh, if that’s the case, then just forget about it.” Connor sighed.
“I came here thinking I would follow up on my promise to you and give you the Spirit Stones.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“But since you aren’t interested, let’s do this another day then.”
What?
Spirit Stones!
Connor instantly beamed, “Oh Clyde, please stay.”
“Sit down, sit down. Do pardon me, I lost control of my emotions just now.”
With that, Clyde’s face then softened. He took out the Spirit Stones and handed them over to Connor, who
examined the stones closely.
Connor felt more at ease to find that they were confirmed to be real Spirit Stones after all.
So, it was just his own misjudgment.
His father Ares was indeed a true King Class expert.
Clyde spoke, “But in exchange for taking these Spirit Stones, my father has a small favor he wishes to ask of you.”
“If you can accomplish it, my father will give you more Spirit Stones.”
“Go ahead and ask me for anything. It is a great honor for me to do something for Ares,” Connor replied gladly.
“I heard that you recently acquired a group of weapon experts, no?” Clyde continued.
“My father wants you to help to produce a batch of millimeter grade bullets for him. He has a great purpose for
them.”
“Not a problem.” Connor readily agreed.
Every year, countless clients came to him asking him to produce custom weapons; it was nothing out of the
ordinary for him, so he did not put too much thought into it.
Once the deal was done, Connor drove off in his car.
Outside the bar, an ordinary small looking car followed behind Connor’s.
Inside the car was Zeke and Collins.
Collins stared as Clyde walked out from the bar and said, “Great Marshal, what do with do with Clyde then?”
“Now it looks like Clyde really had nothing to do with the killing of the Seal Mercenary.” Zeke pondered.
“We will leave him alone for a while. We don’t want to alert Connor or cause a stir.”
Understood!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt last, Connor arrived at the backdoor of the third military factory.
A moment later, a person walked out of the backdoor.
Zeke recognized who it was in an instant.
It was the third military factory’s Chief weapon expert, Winston.
Winston was also from the Prince’s Residence.
However, he was an outsider, and his social standing was much lower than Connor’s.
Winston snuck onto Connor’s car.
Five minutes later, Winston exited the car and returned to the factory.
Without a doubt, Connor had commissioned Winston to produce that batch of titanium bullets.
“Wait here,” Zeke said. “I will go inside and investigate.”
Understood!
Zeke followed along the courtyard walls and infiltrated the factory, keeping his eyes on Winston.
Winston finally retreated into his office, and there was no other movement out of the ordinary after that.
Zeke couldn’t possibly stay to keep watching him. So, he asked Collins to take his place and keep an eye on Winston.
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