Chapter 226: Winning Over

Bishop Nathanael took out the blood of the saint and drank it. No matter how powerful he was, he was still a mortal body after all. Under the siege of so many dream monsters, he would be more or less injured.

Looking at the blood and flesh and fragments on the ground, the bishop curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Damn, this stuff is really hard to drink. Can't that bastard Datu make it more delicious?"

On the other side, Alfred felt nauseous when he saw the scene in front of him. He looked away and looked at Xing Ze not far away. The latter was pulling out the black sword with a serious face.

It must be said that the familiar of this oriental wizard is as mysterious as he is. This may be a familiar unique to their orient. Alfred thought so in his heart.

You know, the wizard world in Britain is very conservative and traditional. They are slow to accept new things and are quite exclusive.

His father, the deputy director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, was quite dissatisfied with this. He was disappointed with the old-fashioned and even arrogant British wizards.

In addition, Eastern wizards rarely appear outside of Asia, so most Western wizards have basically zero knowledge of them. What the unknown brings is space and conspiracy. Now, the mainstream view of the Western wizarding world on the East is still stuck in various fictitious remarks.

But he won't. His father Conrad has been to the East and stayed there for a long time. After returning, he has been opposing those fictitious slanders.

Alfred remembered that his father had warned him more than once not to underestimate Eastern wizards. They have their own complete magic system, which has undergone thousands of years of evolution and improvement, and it is not something they can randomly guess.

So Alfred did not despise Xing Ze. On the contrary, after seeing the strength he showed, he felt that this was a rare talent.

His family, to be honest, is not very famous in the British magic world. Yes, everyone knows Malfoy, but that is his uncle Lucius Malfoy. And his father, poor Conrad Malfoy, is often regarded as a political clown.

Therefore, they need more allies, especially in politics. The oriental man in front of him gave him hope. As long as he could get out alive, he could become a hero.

A lady who saved the Shafik family and a hero who destroyed the cult stronghold only needed political packaging to gain a large number of supporters. And the premise of all this was that he needed an ally and backer in the Ministry of Magic.

Thinking of this, Alfred couldn't help but look in the direction of the pickup truck. It seemed that the Shafik family had the same plan as him. Although it was not certain, this possibility could not be ruled out.

It would seem cruel and ruthless to say so, but this is politics. Politics has always been cold and ruthless. In terms of his own happiness and the future of his family, Alfred valued the latter more.

While Ellie Shafik was unconscious, he wanted to have a good relationship with this oriental man. Even if he couldn't completely pull him into the group, he had to let him understand his wishes.

After calculating everything in his mind, Alfred removed the defensive spell and walked towards Xing Ze.

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Rogers led the Ruby Squad to conduct reconnaissance. The entire rescue team was divided into four teams, each with four members, named after gemstones.

The four members of the Agate Squad were all excellent scouts. It was impossible for them not to have discovered a Muggle sniper. Therefore, there was only one possibility, that their team was in trouble, of course, this was a good idea.

The Ruby Squad was the shortstop of the group. They were responsible for mobile operations and were good at fast flanks and unexpected attacks. The captain of the team was a middle-aged wizard named Pedro Rivero.

Rogers had seen him several times at the celebration banquet. What impressed him most about Pedro was the two carefully groomed mustaches.

"Mr. Rogers," Pedro said, "maybe we should change direction."

"Where to? Kingsley's Sapphire Team is searching over there, what are we going to do there?"

Pedro pointed to the sky and said, "No, I mean. We have to look upwards. They may have gone up there."

Rogers looked up at the sky and the surrounding buildings, his mouth twitching slightly, "Damn it, you must be kidding me."

But even though he complained, he still ordered the team to go to the nearest small building. Pedro asked again: "Sir, do you think they still..."

"Don't force me to say discouraging words, Captain. The chances of them surviving are slim. I think you should know that this mission is very dangerous and we will probably die here."

The captain's face changed slightly, "I wasn't at the brewery last time. Were you there, sir?"

"Unfortunately, I wasn't there either. Most of the people who went there were novices. When we arrived, the matter had already been resolved."

"So, is it true that the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated?"

"Shhh--" Rogers glared at Pedro, "Keep your voice down, Captain. Some things can be said, and some things can't be said. We haven't confirmed this at all."

Pedro didn't care, "Come on, sir, this matter has already spread throughout the Auror office. None of us received a support notification that day. Obviously someone suppressed it, but I don't think those people in the Communications Department would have the courage to do so."

"Stop making wild guesses. The people in the Communications Department did not receive the support signal. The pollution of dreams will affect magic, just like now." Rogers said, tapping the crystal on his chest with his fingers. "Although the pollution here is much lighter than the entrance.

"But our crystal communication is just as unusable as the magic telegraph. The people in the Emerald Team racked their brains but couldn't think of any solution except for forcibly adding magic.

"But if that's the case, I guess those people would have died before we got to the school. So, if you ask me, the situation that day was similar to now. The distress signals sent out were probably interfered with.

"Didn't the Communications Department publish a signal source? It's all garbled, noise and terrifying sounds. People who hear that thing too much will probably go crazy, so they handed over those distress signals to the Key Hall for processing. Oh, speaking of the Key Hall, Captain. Are you familiar with one of them? "

Pedro carefully checked a room, and then replied: "Not familiar with him, you know, those people are weird, I occasionally meet that guy in the bar I often go to."

"Have you talked to him?"

"Twice, but he never told you about the key room."

"What a pity."

Pedro asked two men to check upstairs, and he went to other rooms on this floor, "Mr. Rogers, is what you just said true? Um, I mean about the distress signal."

"Of course, you can ask Scrimgeour, he was with me at the time."

Pedro was obviously not very satisfied with this fact.

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