Chapter 51 Essex Hotel (Thanks to Ye Yiyi for the Reward)

Anti-theft spell? Damn it, he should have expected it. Xing Ze stood up in frustration, and he had time to see the name of the magic book clearly - "The Book of Eibon".

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. Xing Ze felt that his luck was a bit bad tomorrow, because another wizard also died. Xing Ze broke the dentures in his mouth, and the poison hidden in the teeth fell out. It turned out that he knew.

"Fuck." He pressed his swollen forehead and searched the clothes of the two people. Except for a few red candies on each person, the rest were ordinary things.

He left the body to Blue Beak. After devouring the monster, Blue Beak became much bigger and could cover Xing Ze's entire leg.

Of course, that trip was not without gain. New questions followed one after another, the King of the Underworld, the mysterious dream monster, and he did not find the symbol of the undertaker on the old wizard.

Why do you want to do that? Xing Ze always asks himself that question. He is tired of investigations that raise thousands of new questions after solving one problem.

Why do you want to do that? He asked himself again, raised his wand and cast an explosion spell towards the villa. The whole house was blown to pieces, followed by flames, which greedily devoured all the combustibles left after the explosion.

The fire illuminated Xing Ze's face. He stretched out his legs, and the blue beak turned into black mud and attached to his legs, and then they disappeared from the spot.

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Before the sun set, Xing Ze walked along Dafoe Street. On the way, he put a dollar into a beggar's hat in exchange for a sentence "God bless me".

Then he turned into Borough Street, stayed in Tabard Park for a while, watched a short pantomime, gave the pantomime actor two dollars, and then bought the Times, Guardian and Monthly Telegraph in a nearby newsstand.

The newsstand owner tried to sell him the Monthly Mirror, and he assured Xing Ze that the newspaper contained everything people wanted. But Xing Ze thought that he had no way to get rid of the pile of Monthly Mirror.

When Xing Ze left the newsstand, the sun was setting, and the lights of the Tower Bridge in the distance were on. He put away the newspaper and walked towards the nearest subway station.

On the subway to Charing Cross Road, he read three newspapers. The plague that broke out in Wales was contained in southern England. The government authorities issued a statement saying that the National Center for Disease Control had developed a new drug that could effectively treat patients in the early stages of infection.

It seems that the Institute of Magic has finally developed a curse remover that can treat Muggles. Xing Ze thought.

None of the three newspapers mentioned new infected areas, which meant that the red fragment was very likely to be left in the wizarding world.

He came to Wrong Corner Alley from the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road, and then found the Essex Hotel at the end of the street.

It is a magnificent high-rise building, similar in style to Gringotts, also classical and full of style, but different, the Essex Hotel uses red bricks.

The hotel is run by the Phillips family, it has branches in both the wizarding world and the Muggle world, and it is considered one of the most luxurious hotels in the British wizarding world.

Xing Ze walked into the hotel and came to the front desk, where a man with a mustache and a handsome appearance received him.

"Sir, welcome to the Essex Hotel, he is the manager Adrian, is there anything I can do for you?"

"He wants to eat there." Xing Ze said.

Adrian gave a professional smile: "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"Then he suggested that you go to the buffet restaurant on the third floor for dinner."

"What if he wants to have a drink after dinner?"

"There is their bar on the second floor, you can go there."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir."

The hotel's furnishings are similar to those of a Muggle hotel, with elevators, chandeliers, and many electrical gadgets, of course, most of which are powered by magic.

The hotel not only attracted a large number of squibs to stay, but also attracted many wizards from pure-blood families.

Although many pure-blood families have their own manors in the wizarding world, they are very happy to arrange various parties, dances, and celebration banquets at the Essex Hotel.

It is more of a symbol of status and wealth, because all the services there are provided by humans, not elves.

After enslaving house elves for hundreds of years, wizards finally began to feel bored and bored, and they were happy to find things that could better demonstrate their status.

So it has become a new trend to let those dumb wizards with no magical talent serve themselves. No, what can be more fulfilling than enslaving their own kind?

Xing Ze simply had his dinner in the buffet restaurant. The food there was very good and the price was reasonable. It was not so expensive that it was unacceptable.

After dinner, he went to the bar. The bar was very spacious and luxurious. It was not late at night, so there were almost no people.

There were two bartenders at the bar, a middle-aged man and a young man. Xing Ze walked in front of the young man.

"What would you like to order, sir?" The young bartender asked, putting down the newspaper. Xing Ze noticed his badge, which read Mateo.

"What's the cheapest thing I have?"

The bartender glanced at Xing Ze and smiled and replied: "Beer."

"Very good, then have a glass."

Soon, a glass of iced beer was placed in front of Xing Ze. "Are you here to quench your thirst, man?" Mateo asked curiously.

Xing Ze leaned forward and replied: "No, come to satisfy your craving. Am I not British?"

"Wrong, Spaniard, how could I tell?"

"There are very few people named Mateo in Britain."

The bartender looked down at his badge, "He wanted to ask them to write his British name on the badge, but they didn't agree."

"wizard?"

"Don't be kidding, man, do I look like him?" Mateo laughed again, "He thinks I must be a wizard, right?"

"How can you tell?"

"He's always had a good eye. There's everyone there, squibs, wizards, goblins, even Muggles. But he rarely makes mistakes. He thinks that's not his talent."

Xing Ze smiled faintly. He noticed that the middle-aged bartender glanced at them from time to time.

"Then I must be familiar with the hotel."

"Of course." Mateo replied proudly, "He has been working there for almost ten years."

"Let me tell you the truth." Xing Ze leaned forward again and lowered his voice and said, "This is his first time at the Essex Hotel."

"He can see that," Mateo said. "So, what am I doing there? Business? No?"

"Oh, why don't you come for a visit? He just arrived in England a few months ago and wanted to see the most luxurious wizard hotel." Xing Ze lied casually, "He heard that many big families would be there. I came to hold a dance party just because... I know that a low-level person like him needs some opportunities..."

Thanks to Tian Hui, Liufeng Baili for the recommendation vote