Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere-Chapter 2089: Heading to France

At this moment, Connor couldn’t care less. He had to hurry up and find Jorge.

"Sect Leader Yarrell is very strong, so perhaps he didn’t encounter any danger. Sect Leader McDonald, you don’t have to be so anxious!" the Grand Guardian muttered.

"How do you know Jorge isn’t in danger?" Connor asked.

"Just now, I carefully checked this treasure map and found some words on it. There seems to be some kind of array in this tomb. As long as the array is opened, no one can break in. Moreover, this array will be opened once every ten years, and it will only be opened for ten days. I calculated just now that the last time the array was opened was when the sect master left, so I think it’s very likely that the sect master is trapped in the tomb by the array. He wasn’t killed!"

The Grand Guardian said very seriously.

"Is what you said true?"

Connor asked.

"Of course it’s true. I will definitely not lie to you about this kind of thing. Therefore, I think that it’s better for us to wait for ten years. At that time, the sect leader might return..."

The Grand Guardian said slowly.

"I can’t wait that long. If my master isn’t trapped by the array, but is really in danger, then I might miss the best opportunity to save him. So, no matter what you say now, I have to go to France to take a look!" Connor said firmly.

The Grand Guardian let out a long sigh. The expression on his face seemed to be somewhat helpless.

After all, Jorge’s situation was unknown. If Connor encountered any danger in France, it would be a disaster for the Purple Cloud Sect.

However, the Grand Guardian was also very aware that since Connor wanted to go, he would definitely not be able to stop him, so he did not say anything.

"Alright, don’t stand here anymore. Go do what you need to do. Leave my master’s matters to me!" Connor said.

At this moment, Waverly returned to Connor’s side and said, "Mr. McDonald, it’s too late now. There’s no flight to France at all, so I’ve booked a flight for you and Miss Yolanda at 8 am tomorrow."

Connor turned to look at Yolanda. "My trip to France this time may be even more dangerous than the last time. Are you sure you want to go with me?"

"I’m worried about you going alone. Let me go with you!" Yolanda replied.

"Alright, since you want to go with me, then take some time to rest. The two of us will set off tomorrow morning!"

Connor muttered.

"Yes!"

Yolanda didn’t expect Connor to not stop her from going with him. After agreeing, she walked towards her room.

She hadn’t slept much these days, so she was already exhausted. Now that Connor had woken up, she could rest well.

After Yolanda left, Connor also sent the Grand Guardian and the others away. After all, there was no point in keeping them around now.

After everyone left, Connor sat on the sofa alone and began to think about what he should do next.

He knew in his heart that his chances of finding Jorge this time were very slim. After all, Jorge might not have encountered danger while searching for the secret treasure, or Jorge might have died long ago. But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Connor would not give up.

...

The night passed quickly. The next day, at 8 am, Connor and Yolanda boarded a flight to Franciard.

Although Connor’s destination was Bamarre Island, because Bamarre Island was an island and a famous scenic spot in France, there was no direct flight there. Connor and Yolanda had to go to Ladd City first, and then from Ladd City to Bamarre Island.

In the evening, Connor and Yolanda finally arrived at Ladd City.

It was getting late, and Connor wasn’t familiar with the situation in Ladd City. He hadn’t fully recovered yet, so he didn’t go to Bamarre Island directly. Instead, he took Yolanda to the most luxurious hotel in Ladd City and booked a room. They planned to rest for the night before leaving the next day.

After arriving at the hotel room, Yolanda went straight to rest, while Connor sat on the sofa and started cultivating.

Right now, Connor’s body had not completely recovered, and the aura in his body was also in a very unstable state. Therefore, Connor had to seize the time to recover so that he could face the next battle in his best state.

Connor knew that the opponent he was going to encounter this time was probably not a regular ancient martial arts grandmaster. It was very likely that he would encounter a true pinnacle expert this time.

The next morning.

After Yolanda woke up, she tidied up and walked to Connor’s side to wake him up.

"You’re awake?"

Connor opened his eyes and asked Yolanda.

"That’s right!"

Yolanda’s condition was obviously much better now. She nodded at Connor gently and continued to ask, "What do you plan to do next?"

"Do you know French?"

Connor asked.

"No..." Yolanda shook her head.

Connor knew that not everyone was as talented as Rachel, who was proficient in the languages of various places. However, if Connor and Yolanda could not communicate with the French, it would be very difficult for the two of them to go to Bamarre Island. Even if they reached Bamarre Island, Connor would not be able to find the Eight Trigrams Valley.

Therefore, Connor hesitated for a moment before saying, "We don’t know much about the situation in France, so I think we should find a guide first. That way, we can save a lot of time!"

"Alright, I’ll listen to you..." Yolanda said with a smile.

Connor took out his phone and searched the internet. Finally, he found a travel agency that specialized in serving the people of Sommerville. He felt that there should be people from Sommerville who knew about the situation in France in this travel agency.

Half an hour later, Connor and Yolanda arrived at a travel agency owned by a local.

Connor was greeted by a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Are the two of you here for a vacation in France?"

The middle-aged man asked Connor with a smile.

"Yes, I’m here for a vacation..."

Connor nodded.

"Our travel agency has been established for more than 20 years. We specialize in serving people from Sommerville. Now, we have several tourism projects. The price is different, and the service is naturally different."

The middle-aged man handed Connor a booklet as he spoke.