Chapter 431 Beautiful Copywriter Zoe

( ) Woolworth Building, New York City.

Built in 1913, this skyscraper was the tallest 55-story building in the world at the time, and it was also the seat of the Magical Congress of America.

As long as the correct spell is cast on its gate, you can enter the space for wizards.

Its interior has at least twice as many floors as the exterior of the building, and each floor looks so busy. Yes, it's usually very busy here, but it has undoubtedly become busier these days.

At this moment, London time is more than 9 o'clock, while New York time is only 4 o'clock in the morning. But things are tense right now, and there is no doubt that not many people are in the mood to go to bed.

On the top floor of this building, in that spacious conference room, the huge oval long table was already full of people. As for the recent frequent attacks, almost all those who are qualified to speak here have already expressed their views.

Zoe is also an employee of the Magic Congress. In fact, in terms of her position, it is more difficult to speak here than to reach the sky. She could sit here and listen only because of her duty.

After all, she is just a copywriter of the Archives and Records Department, and sometimes, like now, she also acts as a meeting recorder when the matter is important.

She seems to be carefully controlling the quill to take meeting shorthand, and while not missing a single word, she is boredly observing everyone here.

Among the wizards sitting around the conference table were all sorts of big shots. The expressions of these people are different, and their views on the attack are also somewhat different.

Guys who have harmed their own interests will naturally show double enthusiasm, trying to deal with this matter as soon as possible while ensuring their own money and rights.

And those guys who have nothing to do with their own interests generally don't care much about the development of the situation. What they were thinking about was more about how to take this opportunity to eliminate their opponents.

Of course, there are still some wizards who, like her copywriter, are a bit idle. She knew these people well, because they were undoubtedly the group of guys who had no desire for the possibility of promotion.

Well, if you want to ask Zoe if she has thought about getting promoted, I'm afraid she can only smile perfunctorily.

To be honest, she actually has some kind of unique competitive advantage, because she is born with a stronger Legilimency talent than other wizards. Unfortunately, she herself hated it.

Because she can't control her own abilities, she will inadvertently read other people's inner thoughts from time to time. Even if it was just superficial thoughts, it would cause her a lot of trouble.

Because of this, she has not found a suitable boyfriend so far.

There is a saying among the No-Majs that a woman who is too smart is not always easy to capture a man's sincerity. Zoe kept thinking, maybe this sentence is the same in the magic world, right?

She stretched out her wand and poked the quill to let it go to the inkwell to re-dip some ink, because the group of "big shots" seemed to have been silent for a long time.

Zoe understood the reason why those guys were silent—just now, Ms. Oprah, the chairwoman of the Congress, made everyone speechless with a question.

"...So, is it too long since the last disaster? What do you guys think of war?"

Zoe can say a fair word for the chairwoman in her heart—she believes that Ms. Oprah is indeed a down-to-earth congress chairperson and a quite competent chairperson.

But to be honest, barefoot is not enough. Ms. Oprah, who is usually aggressive in normal times, can be a little less than ideal when it comes time to make a decision.

She was able to maintain it stably when the entire American wizarding world was operating stably, but in this period, it was obviously not interesting for her to just listen but not speak.

The reason why those big shots are silent is not because Ms. Oprah's questioning is forceful, but because she has no good ideas herself-about this, everyone knows it clearly.

After that, after a long time, this inexplicably boring meeting finally came to an end.

Zoe poked the quill with her wand again, allowing it to wipe the ink off the tip of the pen, while she waved her wand to copy a few copies of the parchment scroll of meeting minutes.

After a series of routine preparations such as handing in, filing, and distribution, she slowly left the large congress hall holding a few rolls of parchment.

No one will rush her because her work is done. Although the top ordered all congressional staff not to leave their posts during the activation of the emergency plan, she didn't care.

In a short time, the meeting will not be held again, and she, the copywriter, can go back to the office and have a good sleep.

She wasn't worried about this attack at all—her grandfather had passed away long ago, and the grandmother who had always loved her just happened to go abroad to visit her relatives; as for her parents...the two Too serious old couple, as early as the day she just graduated, she set off to some eastern country to find Tibetan snowmen to play with!

If she had to worry about something, she might be even more worried about that irresponsible couple who would freeze to death in the deep mountain snow forest without paying attention!

Passing by other colleagues she knew or didn't know along the way, Zoe took the magic elevator and returned to her office familiarly.

There are five colleagues in her office. Unlike her, the other four are obviously more motivated than her. At this relatively critical moment, most of them are running around outside, redouble their efforts for their dying career.

Because of this, she was the only one in the office at the moment.

She put the things in her arms in the file basket to be processed, and then went straight to the staff rest area in the corner of the office, and leisurely cooked warm eggnog.

Of course, alcohol is definitely not allowed in the office, but in a laid-back position like Zoe's, who cares so much?

While cooking, she sat on a chair beside her and dozed off with her eyes closed. After all, it was already early in the morning, and the record meeting was too boring, so she felt a little limp.

Sitting on the chair, smelling the aroma of milk mixed with cream, she unknowingly recalled the day she just graduated and joined the job.

In fact, it wasn't that long at all, almost a year and a half ago.

In fact, Zoe was not without enthusiasm for the workplace from the very beginning. At the beginning, like other newcomers, she was secretly happy to get a job at the Magical Congress of America.

But it didn't take long for her to find that she hated those workplace struggles without gunpowder from the bottom of her heart.

Because of her special ability, she is extremely sensitive to other people's minds. Which person is wrong, which person is hiding evil intentions, she is very clear in her heart.

When she found that she couldn't find a colleague around who could confide in her heart like her classmates and friends in school, she became less interested.

Zoe is a beautiful girl who has been very attractive since she was a child. Needless to say, even after she started working, there were still many handsome and funny men who talked to her.

However, she just felt like throwing up...

Just when she was becoming a little dazed in the rich milky fragrance, she was woken up suddenly by a soft rustling sound.

"You... who are you?"

She opened her eyes, and immediately saw the wizard walking to the center of the office.

"..."

The other party stared at her without saying a word for a while, and suddenly a terrible black mist surged up from her body, rushing towards Zoe.

Zooey knew that this time she was saved by her own talent. Although usually she is quite tired of this annoying talent, but now she expresses her sincere gratitude for it.

Just a second before the opponent turned into black mist and rushed towards him, Zoe tried his best to avoid this terrifying blow.

"boom!"

When the other party hit the wall of the rest area, Zooey quickly got up and ran towards the door. As she ran, she still didn't forget to stare back at the bulging black mist at the same time, maintaining her only vigilance.

Because she found that even if the other party was a cloud of black mist, she could still sense the other party's inner voice from it.

Since she has this unique advantage, how can she easily let it go? The speed of the black mist was so fast that she even gave up the idea of ​​using a spell to fight back. She has only one thought now, and that is to run!

As long as you can run out of the office, you may be safe.

However, at the moment when her fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, she, who was still staring back at the other party, immediately threw herself hard to the left, and then fell heavily on the long document desk next to her.

Immediately afterwards, she heard a loud bang behind her.

Regardless of the severe pain in her ribs, Zooey tried her best to turn over and look back, only to find that the cloud of black mist broke through the door of the office and rushed into the corridor outside.

"It's okay..." she thought, "It doesn't matter whether it's me going out or him going out—in short, it's definitely right if someone goes out!"

But what followed was another question: how did that guy get in here?

There is no doubt that it was one of the attackers in this latest series of dangerous incidents.

She doesn't care how the other party's inexplicably powerful power came from. Compared with this, she cares more about how the other party entered the heavily guarded parliament building?

At the moment when Zooey fell down on the edge of the long table, feeling lingering in fear, the silent man who had sneaked into the Woolworth Building ran rampant in the corridor, finally smashed open the window and flew out of the building.

At this time, Maca, who had just arrived at the entrance of Jackson Square, suddenly turned his head and looked at the flash of fire that suddenly appeared in the night.

Under the heavy moonlight, that scene was particularly clear.