Chapter 808 Make Time for You and Me

"Witt, tell me your answer!"

It was still Ba Nuo's voice, and the old Patriarch heard it at this age when he was young, so he couldn't be more familiar with it. But that familiar voice was now controlled by another strange will, which instead threatened him.

Old Werther lowered his eyes silently and said nothing.

At this moment, the members of the Werther family are a little bit surprised.

Most of them can understand that the old housekeeper Barno who was respected by everyone in the past is probably no longer him. But even if they knew, what should they do?

All eyes were on the old Patriarch, and everyone was waiting to see how he would respond.

"I—" "Mr. Witter."

After being silent for a while, Old Werther seemed to have made a decision. But before he could say a few more words, Maca suddenly interrupted his next answer.

"Mr. Witt," Maca glanced at Hai Erbo not far away, and said calmly, "Isn't it because I came that he threatened you like this? If I said, I wasn't at your Witt family's house at all today. Di discovered his existence... Do you think you can help me?"

He didn't say that he wanted Old Werther to help him, but there was no need to say anything, because everyone present could understand his intention in an instant.

"I didn't find it..." Old Werther's lips moved slightly, and he asked intently, "Are you serious?"

Maca immediately shrugged and said:

"Obviously, I don't need to deceive you in this matter—since he still needs to use coercion to force you to take sides, I think there seems to be room for cooperation between us. I believe you also know that in today's Britain In the magic world, I can still say a few words!"

His words obviously gave old Werther a layer of hope.

After all, if you choose to hang out with Hai Erbo now, it is equivalent to going against the entire magic world. As the head of the family, he is naturally unwilling to do such a business that is basically harmful to the Werther family.

But when Old Werther's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a way out, Haierbo spoke again.

"McLean, you are really good at using this lure. If I hadn't prepared enough for this in advance, I'm afraid I would have to retreat first today..."

Haierbo was talking, when he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"It's a pity," he said, "The Werther family can only choose me from the beginning to the end!"

In the end, the corners of his mouth hooked up, revealing a rather penetrating smile.

And at the next moment, an obvious fluctuation of magic power suddenly swept across the side hall, and the source of the unknown fluctuation seemed to be...

"You destroyed the entrance to the black market?"

Maccario turned his head to the side, just thinking a little bit, and then frowned.

"Could it be that you want to take this underground black market completely for yourself?"

"Humph."

Hearing this, Hai Erbo chuckled lightly.

"For your own?" He shook his head, as if he had heard a funny joke, "Young man, I can only say that some things have passed for too long, too long for you to even imagine."

Hearing what he said, Maca suddenly realized a possibility.

"You mean... this was once your territory?"

After making this guess, Maca couldn't help pushing back quickly, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it was. But there was only one thing he couldn't figure out, and that was—why did Hai Erbo choose to settle down here?

Maca still remembers that Haierbo's hometown is ancient Greece, which is far away from here! Is it just to fight against the Big Four of Hogwarts back then?

Of course, Haierbo didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that Maca had given the answer, he nodded immediately. Looking at his satisfied expression, it seems that he still appreciates Maca.

As for whether he was really admiring Maca, or just satirizing Maca, it was uncertain.

After a while, Haierbo rubbed his forehead again, and said indifferently:

"Come to think of it, you also have 'friends' here? Is it appropriate not to say hello to them? Let me see, if you go now, you might be able to take more people away. After a while, they will It's not easy to leave..."

Speaking of this, Haierbo turned to the old Patriarch Werther's direction again, and the man in his deep pupils was suddenly full of vigor.

"You see, I left some time for you, but I also left some space for myself. Otherwise, if you spend all this time here, I would be a little embarrassed."

Although he was looking at Old Werther when he said this, the person he was talking to was still Maca. It can actually be heard from what he said - he is still wary of Maca's ability, at least in his current state.

Maca listened, and his eyes became sharper.

He suddenly raised the staff in his right hand, and the cooling rune flashed across the top. And at such a moment, the temperature in this side hall dropped sharply, and the wizards of the Werther family couldn't help shivering.

The next second, Maca stared at Haierbo's side face and asked softly:

"So, if I were to give you a little bit now... would you still feel 'embarrassed'?"

"Oh, of course it will be embarrassing," Haierbo immediately turned his head and looked directly into Maca's eyes, "and it will be 'extra' embarrassing... because, with this body, I It may not even be possible to dodge."

"It's just that it doesn't mean anything to you or me, does it?"

Maca knew that as far as this sentence was concerned, the other party was indeed right. For Haierbo, it is not difficult to occupy another person's body in the state of a remnant soul, the key is only in the mental strength of the target.

In other words, his difficulty lies in the fact that he cannot easily obtain a higher quality body, that's all.

"Aren't you going yet? It will be too late - then, don't blame me for not leaving you enough time to transfer 'them'."

Seeing that Maca didn't move, Haierbo tried to persuade her with "kindness" hypocritically.

"...then 'see you later'."

Maca paused for a moment, then turned around and walked away, leaving behind a figure still exuding a chill in everyone's sight.

But when he left, the members of the Werther family, who were still hostile to him at first, sank in their hearts. Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Maca's departure may not be a good thing for their Werther family.

"Um... Werther, you know what?"

Haierbo didn't even look at the old Patriarch at the moment, he just looked at the direction Maca left, and said to himself:

"To be honest, he is the wizard who has really embarked on the road of magic in this era compared to you younger generations who are not well-known. If he is not from Hogwarts..."

Halfway through the speech, Haierbo seemed to lose interest, and waved his hands somewhat unexpectedly.

"Follow me to the second floor of the basement secret room," he said involuntarily. "When it comes to time, no one will ever have enough... There are some things that need to be prepared."

But he saw him walking towards the corridor while he was talking. Seeing him like that, he was probably more familiar with this mansion than the Werther family.

...

When Hai Erbo went to the ground of Werther's house and Maca hurried to race against time, Miriam and the other three were wandering around near the Thames.

"Can't get in, the entrances here are all invalid, what about your side?"

"Me too."

"It's the same with me!"

Under a certain bridge across the Thames, they each ran over from one direction, and the three of them gathered together again. But among the three of them, none of them brought back any good news.

"Looking at the situation, someone should have closed the exits on the other side from the black market...or, simply destroyed them."

Miriam frowned tightly, and while talking about her guess, she was also a little troubled. After all, in this way, they probably won't be able to intervene in the affairs of the Werther family in a short period of time.

"Do you need to report to the boss?" Yasa asked after thinking about it.

But Miriam shook her head decisively.

"No, the boss said that what he should tell us has already been made clear. And after he goes back, what we should do and how to do it will all be up to us to judge..."

Mario at the side was a little surprised, because this was the first time he knew that there was someone behind the two who was in charge of the overall situation.

"Who is the 'boss' you are talking about?"

Not long ago, under the auspices of Asa, Mario had made an unbreakable covenant with Milian.

And under the solid confidentiality agreement, he can be regarded as one foot on the "thief ship" of the two of Miriam. There are some things that don't need to be kept secret from him.

Of course, the identity of the "boss" is obviously not included in the information open to him.

"You don't need to know yet." Asa dismissed him with just one sentence.

"In short, let's try other entrances. There are so many entrances to the black market, and they may not all be connected to the exits in the middle of the street...We will find a way while we search!"

After Miriam said this, she muttered in a low voice:

"Well, there's an anti-apparition spell on the black market... I'd have made a Portkey if I knew it."

Not long after, the three of them dispersed on the barren beach, and each chose a route they hadn't traveled before to investigate one by one.

At this moment, there is still rain and fog floating in the sky, misty and shrouded the earth.

It's just that the sky has gradually become dizzy. The neon lights on the street passed through the rain curtain, flashing vaguely colorful lights, making this world a little more psychedelic.

The blossoming black umbrellas in the hands of passers-by shuttled back and forth in the rain curtain, as if they were silently telling that the coming night scene of London was still hazy as usual.

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