Chapter 515 The Land of Fairies

The huge airship hovered steadily on the beach, and the deck was piled with supplies shipped by the goblins. Rogge looked at the heavy cargo list and finally understood why the goblins didn't carry humans to the other side of the Atlantic.

Boxes of canned meat and dried fruits are neatly stacked, exuding an alluring aroma. Hundreds of tons of flour, soybean oil and milk powder occupied most of the deck. Drinkable bottled water was piled crudely in the dry swimming pool, and hundreds of bundles of herbal medicine were squeezed randomly next to them, all of which were crushed out of shape.

"These should be antibiotics and painkillers, right?" Rogge waved the dagger in his hand, cut open a packaging box, and took out a few bottles of medicine to examine carefully.

Belinrum smiled innocently, with a cunning light in his eyes: "These things are all good things prepared for Muggles. No matter what disease you have, taking these antibiotics and painkillers will always It works immediately. If one tablet is not enough, just take two tablets. If half a bottle doesn’t work, just take a whole bottle.”

"Hiss..." Rogge took a breath, "Taking too much painkillers can lead to addiction, and it's best not to abuse antibiotics." He casually opened another blue carton, which contained asthma medicines neatly stacked up.

"How did you get these?" Rogge asked in confusion.

Belinrum rubbed his hands mysteriously and said with a smile: "Business activities should be kept confidential, kept confidential. By the way, Rogge, there will be a batch of iron cargo coming up in a while, all of which are... weighty things."

"What? It's not a heavy Muggle weapon like a tank, right?" Rogge frowned when he heard the word "iron cargo" and warned: "I only help you transport supplies for humanitarian reasons. It's dangerous. The items are not included in this shipment.”

"How can there be such a big thing like a tank? It's just some small bullets." Seeing that Rogge was about to refuse, Belinrum immediately explained: "In order to ensure the safety of Muggle customers, it is also humanitarian to have enough bullets. What’s more, I’ll pay double the shipping fee this time!

"America's Muggles are still short of bullets?" Rogge asked in disbelief.

"Their factory has been shut down for half a year. Is there no shortage of bullets?" Bellingrum muttered, "I bought these goods for Winchester and Power Metal."

Rogge looked up and down at this cunning goblin, secretly guessing how he came to interact with the Muggle arms dealer. However, it is really a happy America, shooting every day.

Perhaps because his vision was too sharp, Bellinrum finally revealed the truth: "Actually, it's Narlak's business, the goblin who surrendered to the Dark Lord. It sells bullets to normal Muggles, so they can resist the snakemen. attack."

"Narrak..." Rogge thought for a moment, and an image of a short, strong elf appeared in his mind.

Narlak appears to be the owner of the Blind Pig Bar in the magical world, but is actually a notorious gang leader in the underworld. The guy likes to smoke cigars, wear striped suits, and even has a soft spot for Newt's Bowtruckle.

They met once, but they didn't get along very happily.

Belinrum seemed to see Rogge's concerns and took the initiative to interrupt his thoughts: "Rogge, business is business, allies are allies."

"We goblins can help the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore on the battlefield and fight against the evil Dark Lord and Death Eaters. But after all, goblins are an independent group and will not be restricted by any party in their freedom of buying and selling."

It looked calm and said in a relaxed tone: "It makes money, not shabby."

"Ha." Rogge sneered and said sarcastically: "The expressions of you goblins really amaze me. You are having an affair with your enemies and keeping company with your allies. There is no delay there."

"Thank you for your compliment. We sell to both parties." It winked and said, "This... doesn't count as an enemy, right?"

Perhaps its conscience was tortured a little, which made me, who had no bottom line, hesitate during self-hypnosis.

"International support, I understand!" Rogge patted Belinrum's shoulder with his generous palm, pointed at the new goods outside and smiled: "This is another price, do you understand what I mean?"

Belinrum mumbled and took out a bulging money bag from his pocket, with reluctance written all over his face.

"Charge by box." Rogge pried open the wooden box, and neat rows of bullets shone with cold light.

He grabbed a handful at random, all of them were .22 small-caliber bullets. Generally suitable for pistols, rifles and shotguns, it is also the most commonly used bullet type in the United States. However, they are all made of steel rather than brass.

"1 box of 1 siko, no two prices."

Bellinrum looked at the boxes of bullets that kept coming, and secretly calculated the shipping costs in his mind. It only felt that its body was shaking and its back was sweating, but in order to make greater profits, it had to accept Rogge's "robbing".

"You are such a robber!" it complained angrily, its voice echoing in the empty airship. Roger cleared his ears with his little finger, not caring about it at all.

at this time. The sound of heavy boots on the floor came from inside the airship.

Nagini wore a pair of over-the-knee leather boots and a white open shirt with a black tight corset that stretched her sexy curves. On both sides of the wide red-brown leather belt were hung a gold-plated revolver and a black wand.

She held up the sky blue captain's hat on her head and reported to Roger crisply: "Master, the route has been planned. The journey will take 40 minutes and we can set off at any time."

When Bellinrum saw the witch suddenly appear, a trace of vigilance and suspicion flashed in his eyes. It pulled Rogge's sleeve and reminded him in a low voice: "Is she trustworthy? Our transportation operation must be kept secret. This time we have to enter the American magic world from the territory of Narrak."

"Absolutely reliable." Rogge glared at it and put on the mask at the same time, and did not forget to mock the other party: "At least my captain lady will not sell me for a mere few galleons."

"Oh, you will pay double the price for our friendship. How can I bear to sell it to others... Well, I mean, our friendship is indestructible." Bellinrum praised shamelessly.

After the last batch of supplies were loaded onto the airship, Nagini waved her wand and the airship quickly rose into the air. The desktop below the console also turned into a 3D panoramic navigation map.

A blue route started from the sky over the Shetland Islands and flew west for about 3,000 miles. After arriving at the east coast of Newfoundland, the route will turn southwest again, entering Maine and Massachusetts in the American magic world from Quebec in eastern Canada.

"This is the most hidden route." Bellingrum kept nodding and sketching on the map with his fingers: "Yes, we fly along the Atlantic coastline. After Quebec, it is our goblin territory on the ground..."

That is the territory that Voldemort gave to the Death Eater Narrak. Today's goblins are waving their wands there, enjoying the rights that their ancestors were deprived of by wizards.

Because the east coast was blocked by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the American Magical Congress could not directly obtain support from the European magic world. Correspondingly, the Death Eaters were also caught in a dilemma.

The Congress could not find a safe transportation route to bypass Voldemort, and the Death Eaters had a lot of wealth in their hands, but they had nowhere to use it. At this moment, both sides were living in distress. There was nothing but money in the vault, and there was no extra magic material.

Faced with this dilemma, the cunning Narrak saw a business opportunity. Under its command, the goblins worked day and night, and finally dug a tunnel through the Rocky Mountains.

Then, it sold various scarce resources to American wizards and Muggles at high prices. Then it bought goods from Bellingrum at low prices, earning gold and jewelry continuously to fill its own vault.

With the sincere cooperation with its European goblin relatives, Narlak's business cannot be said to be profitable, but it can only be said to be taking advantage of the fire.

The airship sailed silently above the clouds, and after entering the sky above Quebec Province, Roger also became particularly vigilant.

He held the wand tightly, ordered the console to monitor all the magic fluctuations around, and then turned to ask Bellinrum: "What is the Dark Lord doing recently? Is his peace scam with the magic world still going on?"

"The two sides were about to sign, but Dumbledore, the old stubborn man, insisted on interfering." Bellinrum shook his head, and his tone sounded a little brisk, "This helped me a lot. If they signed the peace treaty in a hurry, I would lose a lot of the supplies I stockpiled."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Roger's eyes. In the eyes of goblins, unearned profits are equivalent to losses. Only the part that exceeds the original plan is considered a real profit.

"However, this situation will not last long. According to Narrak, all parties will be able to reach an agreement before Thanksgiving next month."

"As for Mr. Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix he leads...Excuse me, they can only be regarded as a minority and cannot prevent the arrival of peace. What's more, the International Federation of Magic has already signed a petition to remove him from the position of president."

"When did this happen? Why didn't I hear anything about it?"

"Just last night, the dismissal order should have been sent to Hogwarts."

Rogge had a playful smile on his face. The headmaster probably never cared about the title of president. Just today, he was sitting on the court with a smile on his face, watching the students fight for the pumpkin head.

"Master, there is something going on below." Nagini suddenly pointed to the red dot that appeared on the map, and quickly issued an order to the console: "Capture the red dot image and enlarge it."

Rogge walked over quickly and looked at the gradually enlarged image curiously. At first, there were only some small black dots, and slowly the wings of birds appeared, and finally it became a cute round head of an owl.

Its claws were holding a large package, and there were other owls dressed in the same way around it. It looks like there are no less than 200 of them.

"Don't be nervous. This is the owl express team we ordered from the post office." Bellingrum explained, "Their packages contain high-end supplies such as red wine and cigars."

"The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters don't care about these little guys, and they won't stop them from delivering letters."

"So you took advantage of this loophole and secretly delivered supplies?" Rogge sneered, but in his heart he couldn't help but admire the goblin's cunning imagination.

"That's right! This is a wonderful method that we goblins first invented." Bellingrum nodded heavily, with a proud smile on his face: "I don't know which damn wizard thief actually plagiarized our inspiration. They should pay us patent fees!"

The airship gradually approached its destination, Lewiston, and the red guide lights on the tall buildings were flashing. Nagini adjusted the mask covering her face and carefully controlled the spacecraft to land slowly.

Before the goblin king got off the ship, Rogge reminded it to remember their pseudonyms.

"Oh, my dear Belinrum, this is really a big guy." Narlak ran over quickly, looked up and marveled at the huge body of the magic airship, and murmured: "I smell the roots of the white grass, the Tomato juice, marigolds... full of fragrance of gold coins."

Belinrum was not as excited as expected. It stared at the opponent and raised its voice and shouted: "Narrak, you should call me king, or your majesty."

"Don't worry about the title." Narlak sneered at this and gave a loud round of applause.

Several goblins immediately brought over two containers full of gold and jewelry as payment for this transaction.

"Old friend, I am now a servant of the Dark Lord, a glorious and wealthy Death Eater." It said, pulling out the wand and shooting a brilliant firework into the sky like a show off, "Look, I can use the wand at my disposal. Everything on and under the land is at my disposal.”

"The methods of goblins are too ancient and are not suitable for us as Death Eaters. But don't worry, I have no intention of affecting the authority of your Majesty the King." As it said, it let out a cold and malicious laugh. .

For the sake of the huge payment, Belinrum didn't care about Narlak's attitude. As long as the price is right, it can sell the palace or even hang its own rope.

"Who are those people with masks?" Narlak looked at the other two strange wizards on the spaceship, his eyes flashing with coldness, and he seemed full of doubts, "Bellinrum, didn't you say that you built this airship with your own hands? How could there be a wizard?"

Belinrum carefully examined the color of the ruby ​​with a magnifying glass and murmured: "I made it, but it was sold to him later. Don't worry, they are...well, gray wizards. The man's name is Black Jack, The witch’s name is Maredi, they are all guys who like to make a lot of money and are quite reliable.”

"Like making big money?! Very good, this is indeed very reliable!" Narlak nodded slightly when he heard this, his wand tapped the railing rhythmically, and a series of hissing sounds came out of his mouth.

Nagini leaned into Rogge's ear and whispered, "Master, it's snake language."

"Relax." Rogge nodded. His level of snake language was pretty good and he could understand the meaning of that snake language: Two teams came up to move the cargo off the airship.

Sure enough, the snake man with green scales all over his body quickly ran to the top of the building. Their clothes were in tatters, and under Narlak's order, more than half of the cargo on the airship was quickly removed.

"I will keep half of the medicine, and you have to send the rest of the flour, fuel, etc. to Pennsylvania." Narlak snapped his fingers, and the snake people went downstairs carrying the supplies.

"I really don't know what the hell that wizard boy is planning to do. He insists on raising a group of Muggles." Narlak shook his head, with a hint of boredom in his tone: "You also have to provide food and drink for those creatures. , we have to get fuel in winter, which is really troublesome!”

"Who are you talking about?"

"Cedric, wouldn't it be better to replace them with Galleons?" Narlak's eyes flashed with disdain, "Amin from Uganda has used magic to turn Muggles into animals in advance and raise them in captivity. I have them here. Three thousand fresh saber-toothed tiger specimens, Your Majesty, I will give a friendly price to my compatriots, five thousand galleons..."

"Stop it!" Bellinrum categorically rejected the promotion from his compatriots, "I'm here to make money, not spend money. Unless...unless I can contact good customers."

"Don't forget it. I'll give you a free message. The Lestrange couple in New York State next door are a pair of lunatics. Be careful." Narlak sneered and turned around and left without mercy.

Roger looked at the remaining goods and asked doubtfully: "Do you have other customers? I'm still busy going west of the Rocky Mountains."

"It's only temporary." Belinrum cursed, not sparing any of Narlak's relatives. "The rest will be shipped to Cedric. However, we have to pass through Lestrange's territory. Go to Pennsylvania."

"Bella?" Rogge looked at the panoramic map. The airship's route would extend to the southwest, passing through New York State.

His eyes drifted across the small Rhode Island inadvertently, where Buck Travis controlled the territory. Compared to the lands of werewolves, vampires and other races, Rhode Island is almost negligible.