Chapter 870: London Store, The Magical Old Man

Revenge always motivates people. Take the current Victor as an example, most of the purpose of his life is revenge. To Mephisto, to Zhouyi. It sounds weird, but that's exactly what we're doing right now. Yes, that's right! He has already begun to pay for his hatred.

Of course, the road has to be walked step by step, and the meal has to be eaten at one bite. Even the most stupid idiot would not be willing to directly face an opponent like Zhou Yi who is almost impossible to beat. Therefore, the first revenge target Victor chose for himself was Mephisto, the man who brought him more pain and torture. Mephisto's torture made him hate him more strongly than Zhou Yi, and that's why he chose to avenge him first.

But even Mephisto, with his current strength, is a mountain that cannot be climbed at all. It is almost impossible for him to complete his idea of ​​revenge by his own strength. Relying on others and cooperating with others is his only possibility. He knew this very well, and he also found what he was looking for.

On the street of an old street in England that is hardly known to people, Victor walked slowly to a grocery store alone. He glanced at the name of the grocery store, Merlin's.

A very common name. You know, this is England, the birthplace of the legend of King Arthur. Not too many have Merlin and Arthur in their names. But in this place, on this street, at this location, there can be a department store called Merlin. Then this is the place Victor was looking for, so he pushed the door and walked in without hesitation.

Like those department stores all over the streets of London, Merlin's is also a small department store that sells a variety of daily necessities. You can buy most of the things you need in life here, of course, not too good, not too bad. Whether it is the price or the quality of the product.

This is common to all small department stores. It is also their capital for profit. For the most part, people who come here don't care about that. Because almost all of them are residents living nearby, shopping here has already become their habit.

Of course, they are also very familiar with each other. So when Victor, who was wearing a dark green cloak and covering his whole body in the shadow, walked in, many people couldn't help whispering.

"Hey, here comes a weird guy. Who is this, do you know him?"

"Of course, if this is not a Skywalker under Master Yoda, it must be a magician from Hogwarts. Look at his cloak, with such fine patterns, it is probably worth more than my suit. "

"Come on, man. You got your suit at a junk market and it cost fifteen pounds. Not to mention the cloak, it's got the silk thread on it. I tell you, it's gold." Believe my eyes, I will not be wrong, this is a fat sheep.

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Old London is full of sneaky guys, and this talking guy is clearly one of them. Hearing what he said, the other person swallowed subconsciously, then looked around, and said to him in a low voice.

"What, buddy. Are you going to attack him? This guy looks quite strong, and he looks a bit annoying."

"Not so easy to mess with?" Glancing at the tall and wrapped up Victor, the speaker couldn't help sniffling, then sneered. "Are you kidding me? It's just an otaku I like. Although they are tall and big, as long as they scare you a little, they can kneel down and call you daddy. Matthew, if you don't want to .Then don’t meddle. But I warn you, if you do that, you won’t get any of the final benefits.”

Hearing this sentence, the guy who was still a little shy just now couldn't help shaking his body, and then swam around Victor a few times with his eyes with thick dark circles. He is judging, using his mind to measure the gains and losses in the middle. But soon, a sudden impulse made him twitch his nose, and his whole body turned cold. He knew that his drug addiction was about to break. And that kind of torture that could kill people felt that he didn't want to try it a second time in his life, so he nodded immediately and said to his companion.

"Okay, I'll do it with you. But it can't be here, this is Old Merlin's shop. If we do it here, we will have no good fruit to eat."

He glanced at the tall and thin old man who had been standing behind the counter, wiping a porcelain plate on the top of the watch, and was actually warning himself with his eyes. The proposer twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an awkward smile. Then he pulled his partner and whispered.

"Of course, we follow him and find a chance..."

Victor didn't care about the calculations of the two little people behind him. He is no longer a mortal, so there is really no need to take the threat of a mortal to heart. Turning around in this small department store, he found an inconspicuous small door.

That is the back door of the store, and behind it is the alleyway of the old street. Generally, when throwing garbage or doing other things in the store, you will go out through this door. And Victor's target was behind this door, so he walked out through the back door without any hesitation.

A person who rushes into a store in a hurry, walks out the back door without buying anything. Such a situation really made people who were shopping in the store couldn't help but be curious. Some women who were shopping for vegetables couldn't help poking their necks out the door to see if someone was chasing this strange guy.

These women have already begun to conceive the plot of crime and gangster movies in their minds. Of course, with their observation skills, it is difficult to find that there are two less habitual sneakers in the store.

Victor pushed open the back door of the store and walked directly into a small alley. This is a closed alley, and he reached the end of the alley after not taking a few steps. A thick brick wall blocked him, making it impossible for him to move forward. Of course, he didn't need to go any further.

Soon there were footsteps behind him, and two shabby-dressed British guys blocked him directly from behind. One of them took out a pistol and yelled at his head in a low voice.

"Hand over the money. We don't want trouble, hand over the money. We'll get you out of here safely?"

Victor slowly turned his head, facing the two daring thieves behind him. He didn't mean to give in, he just questioned them through the metal mask on his face.

"Do you think you can get any benefits from me? What made you have such an arrogant and ignorant idea?"

"Don't play tricks?" Hearing Victor's words, the person who proposed to do it immediately approached and threatened him further. "Do you think you are Imerton, the high priest of Egypt? You are wearing a mask. Let me tell you, with your ghostly appearance, it is impossible to hook up with a girl at the comic show. Give me the money honestly Hand it over, do you hear me? Otherwise, I'll make a hole in your head and a hole in your chrysanthemum."

In order to strengthen his deterrence, he still held the pockmarked pistol in his hand that hadn't been maintained for a long time and approached Victor further. But before he could reach Victor, a red halo suddenly appeared under his feet.

As if a portal leading to hell had been opened from under his feet, his body disappeared into the red halo. Through that halo, the man named Matthew could clearly see that the raging flames were surging there, burning his companions to ashes in just an instant.

At this time, even the most stupid person knows that he has provoked someone who should not be provoked. So he subconsciously twisted his body and ran like a desperate man. But before he ran too far, a big hand slammed down his head and took him off his master's neck.

The owner of the department store, who was called Old Merlin by the neighbors, appeared in front of Victor and asked him with a wary expression.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Merlin? Merlin! It really is you." Looking at the shopkeeper who was still wearing an apron and had conspicuous red skin, he was no different from an ordinary British old man. Viktor's eyes suddenly showed obvious excitement. "I just don't know, what generation of Merlin are you?"

"I'm King Merlin XVI. Who are you? Tell me quickly. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether you can leave here alive."

When Old Merlin said this, he quietly stretched out the fingers of his left hand behind him. Following his movements, a group of blue magical flames suddenly surged in his hand. It can be seen that if Victor doesn't give him a satisfactory explanation, then he will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates. Of course, even with a suitable explanation, the result may still be similar.

As a mage qualified to serve the oldest devil, Victor's attainments in magic are naturally extraordinary. Old Merlin's movements couldn't escape his eyes at all. He didn't care about this, or he didn't take this threat to heart at all. Even knowing what Old Merlin was doing, he turned around and faced the wall behind him, and said with his back.

"More than two hundred years ago, one of my ancestors boarded a ship from London to the American colonies. At that time, he had friends by his side. Like you, that person was also named Merlin, but he claimed to be Merlin VII .”

Hearing this name, Old Merlin's eyes immediately shrank. At the same time, the movement of his hands also paused.

"I heard from Merlin VII. That gypsy magician is called Galai von Doom. He has a very important thing in his hand. A special promise."

"Yes, this promise has always been passed down in my family. Now, it's time for me to fulfill it." (To be continued.)