Chapter 821: Throw yourself into a trap?
Compared with the colorful London night scene, the streets of the black market are particularly gloomy. There are no flashing neon lights or streams of car lights here, just the same dimness as in daytime.
Walking on the not-so-broad brick road, the buildings on both sides are like monsters buried in the shadows, rushing towards you with silent whimpers.
Even though this is already a relatively wide area in the black market, the sense of oppression caused by the crowding still lingers.
Seriously, Asa didn't like this kind of place—never since he was a kid.
He shook his head, dispelled some of the memories in his mind, and then refocused on the plan to be implemented later.
Right now, right in front of him, a skinny wizard he didn't know was silently leading the way for him, and the two basically didn't speak a few words along the way.
That was the person sent by the Werther family to find him... Yes, the old Patriarch finally asked him to meet again.
Tack...tack...tack.
There was no one around, so the footsteps of the two were very clear.
This is a residential area in the black market. It is rumored that the buildings on both sides of the horse road have a history of hundreds of thousands of years.
But today, most of them have long been abandoned. It is only because those private property protection contracts are still exerting corresponding magical effects that there is actually such a large special area with extremely low space utilization in the already crowded black market.
In short, this is a wasteful place in the underground black market.
And the mansion of the Werther family is located in the depths of this place.
Like the other family mansions around here, it is surrounded by the darkness of the black market for many years. No one knows when it will only be left with an empty shell, completely losing the meaning of existence.
Suddenly, the two footsteps paused one after the other, Yasa and the guide both turned a corner, and walked into a not so grand front garden.
That's right, perhaps the wizarding families who used to live here are somewhat famous, and some even had a glorious time. But since these families have finally shrunk to live in this underground black market, it means that their grandeur is long gone.
In fact, only the Bulova family that Maca is familiar with are the real winners in the inheritance of ancient wizards.
Yasa suddenly looked up - it has to be said that this Werther's mansion is still quite imposing. The towering separated towers and fine stone carving patterns can be felt from the Germanic style born out of ancient Rome, and the subsequent Gothic mystery.
Tonight, in most of the windows of this mansion, there is still some dim light of fire.
Please wait here a moment.
The wizard who led the way said so, and stepped on the stone steps in front of the main entrance, leaving Asa temporarily in the open space between the vestibule and the mansion.
The fountain at the door was still bubbling water, but in places where there was no sunlight, even the flowing water was less crystal clear, and a bit more gloomy out of thin air.
This is not the first time Yasa has come here, but as he said before, he doesn't like this place at all.
Fortunately, the Werther family didn't let him wait outside for too long, and after a while, the gate of the mansion opened from the inside.
Come in, the Patriarch invites you to talk in the small hall...please come here.
This is no longer the wizard who led the way just now, but another middle-aged wizard who is older and...to be honest, uglier.
Of course, Yasa didn't care about these little things, after all, he was just another person leading the way.
Follow the other person through the front hall, and then walk all the way along a long corridor. When the other party opened a door for him, Asa walked in without hesitation.
The door closed again behind him.
Mr. Asa, I think I have to say sorry first... Our conversation seemed to be interrupted by other people.
In this small hall,
The old Patriarch Werther was casually sitting on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee. After Asa came in, he raised his head and glanced towards the door with a calm expression.
Accidents are often irresistible, and I don't care about it. Yasa was not polite, and went straight to another sofa next to the old Patriarch and sat down, And, actually, I have to apologize, After all, I just left without saying goodbye.”
The old Patriarch who originally wanted to say please sit down just raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this.
Well, then we probably don't need to be polite anymore. Old Werther said slowly, The night is getting darker, and my old bones are not used to staying up late...then I'll just focus on it!
Please. Asa nodded.
It's nothing to say, it's just about the deal between us... Judging from the strength of Maca McClain, I think your price may not be enough.
The face of the old Patriarch was still indifferent, and his tone was also ordinary, as if he was bargaining for a broken umbrella with broken ribs in a thrift store.
You want to raise the price halfway? Asa heard this, and couldn't help but said in a deep voice, For your Werther family, isn't the four broken pages of the magic book Abatel not enough? Not to mention, I have Two of the pages have already been handed over to you as a deposit.
Oh, I don't think the trade is cheap... the old owner said earnestly, But Mr. Yasa, I think you had seen Namaka McLean's skills before you left. Let us Do you think four pages are really enough for the Werther family to deal with those wizards?
Hmm... Yasa frowned, pretending to be hesitant, Yes, I did see some, the strength of that McLean is indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination... But the reserve price given by our 'boss' is four pages , you agreed at first, but now you...
He sighed lightly as if in embarrassment, then closed his mouth and shook his head.
Your 'boss', Witt's old master repeated the word, and asked suddenly, Mr. Yasa, you mentioned that 'boss' several times in this transaction. Speaking of which, my real transaction partner is still He...don't know, can I meet him directly?
No, I'm afraid it won't work.
As soon as he was asked this question, Yasa's answer became very straightforward, as if he didn't even need to think about it.
I also said at the beginning that our 'boss' never meets others, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity to others. I think you, the old Patriarch, can understand this point.
Just like the Werther family lives in seclusion, there are still many hidden forces in this world. In fact, most of them may not have good inheritance power, but for various reasons, they strictly maintain the necessary mystery.
Of course Old Werther could understand this kind of person who didn't even want to show his face, but he could understand it, but it was impossible for Hai Erbo who was still staying in the secret room to understand it too!
Then...how about you ask your 'boss' first to see if he can understand our difficulties. By the way, give me a message to make him think about meeting him?
However, Yasa seems to have no intention of changing the transaction value. It was not until Old Werther mentioned it several times in a row that he nodded reluctantly.
Mr. Witte, I can promise you to try to convey these words to the 'boss', but I still hope you don't expect too much... Sometimes, our 'boss' is still a very stubborn person.
Seeing that he finally agreed, the old Patriarch could not help but slightly nodded and said:
Okay! Well, it would be nice if it was quicker—
White.
Before the old Patriarch finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly appeared, completely covering his words.
It seems that you can't even do this little thing well.
When Yasa heard the voice sounding for no reason, he immediately drew out his wand and entered a state of alert. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find any sign of anyone else.
Are you looking for me?
Asa, who was looking around, suddenly turned his head, but saw a wizard who was about the same age as Old Werther sitting on another single sofa beside him at some point.
And at that moment, he felt a familiar pressure from the old wizard's gaze.
That's right, this is the gaze that was staring at me through the door at that time!
That McLean is really just an exception.
Haierbo looked at Yasa casually, and saw that a layer of cold sweat oozed from the latter's back, but he still glanced lightly with that cold eyes.
Hmph, not only have the true meaning of magic been left in the past, even the whole world has been taken over by ordinary people who have no magical talent. And wizards just hide in the shadows and entertain themselves...
Having said that, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.
That is to say, as long as I get rid of McClain's obstacle, I can really start to accomplish my goal back then. And, thinking about it, it must be much easier than it was a thousand years ago... Isn't it?
Talking to himself is always meaningless. In the end, Haierbo turned his head and looked at Old Werther again, as if he wanted to find someone to share his feelings with.
While Old Werther nodded in agreement with an embarrassed face, Yasa only felt that his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.
...
On the other side, Maca was still in the dark alley, his eyes were looking at the end of the alley.
In the shadow in the distance, Miriam gradually disappeared with Mario Augustine who had just woken up.
Maca let them go, he did what he said, and he let them go very simply. Although he did have another purpose in doing this, in Miriam's mind, it undoubtedly required great self-confidence to do so.
Of course, she always felt a little bit like letting the enemy go...
Well, it's time to call the elves in and make a fuss.
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