Chapter 534 Memory Recovery

Strands of silver-white threads swirled inside the crystal ball.

After a while, some pictures flashed. Summers and Stebbins' eyes widened, their necks stretched out, and their faces were almost touching the glass beads. Unfortunately, the pictures were blurry and they could not see clearly.

Robert placed the parchment under the crystal ball, and something magical happened. Some pictures appeared on the parchment.

Although it was still a little blurry, they could see that it was Selina.

"You followed Salina out of the hotel." Robert explained, "Well, then, when you arrived at the door of the grocery store where we found you, Salina yelled something at you, and then you were hit. Forgetting spell."

Stebbins held his head and frowned, seeming to be thinking about something.

Probably because these pictures stimulated him, his memory recovered somewhat.

"Um...Jager?" Stebbins suddenly said a name, "It seems to be this one."

"What?" Summers took a sip of water, "What does Yager mean?"

Stebbins wrinkled his nose, "To be honest, I don't know what it means, but I think it's an important word."

"Well, maybe you guys quarreled because of this word, let me think about it." Robert nodded his forehead and joked, "Why don't you call that vampire Yage?"

As he said this, he saw Stebbins's expression was very wonderful.

"I don't think you need to guess anymore." Stebbins said feebly, "I remembered, that vampire is really named Yager."

"Huh?"

A skinny-looking mouse carefully looked around and then got under the wooden board nearby.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" the mouse came to a man and cried.

The man listened for a while and then said to the woman beside him, "There is chaos in the hotel. You will leave through the back door in a moment. Listen carefully and don't come to trouble us again!"

The woman gave him a cold look, "Wizards are evil!"

The man shrugged, "Isn't it because you stole the medicine from those Muggles? If those Muggles find it, we will be in trouble. Speaking of which, just buy it, why use stolen ones? Are your gods Tell you, stealing is a sacred act?”

"Disrespectful person!" The woman's face turned red with anger, "Those things should have been dedicated to my Lord!"

The man shrugged, "Come on...you don't even know who the master of your family is, he's just a group of cultists."

"Heresy!" the woman yelled again.

The man had a strange expression, "Seriously, is it really okay for you to steal other people's teachings and terms like this? Won't you be charged copyright fees!"

The woman stared at him, "All glory to my Lord!"

The man shook his head, okay, whatever you say is fine, the cultists are really not thinking right.

The woman angrily left with an unconscious man. Although she was a woman, but seeing the other woman holding the man on her shoulders with one hand and striding away, the man's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Did you grow up drinking Reem cow blood?

"You shouldn't have let them leave..." a weak female voice sounded, "They might attack the students..."

"You still care about those students!" the man yelled angrily, "They are much happier than us. They fall in love, quarrel, sleep on soft beds, and warm themselves in the fireplace, but we can only live in this darkness. Hiding in a dank basement.”

The woman coughed violently.

The man sighed and rummaged through a lot of medicines on the ground, "Muggles are indeed a bunch of useless guys. They don't even have potions to stop bleeding. They only have a lot of good-looking packaging, but the actual hemostatic effect is very poor." Stuff.”

The woman was still coughing and couldn't even speak.

"If you still show no signs of improvement tonight," the man said decisively, "I will grab those students' packages. They will definitely bring potions."

The woman frowned and wanted to retort, but couldn't say anything.

The man said confidently, "It's just a bunch of little kids. It's not easy to deal with them. Besides, why should we be responsible for their safety when they can play with them? Isn't it completely unreasonable!"

Sighing, the woman wanted to refute the man's point of view from various angles, but now she just wanted to have a good sleep.

Colds, coughs, etc. are really tormenting wizards!

"So, you were attacked by Selina because you knew the vampire's name?" Summers looked in disbelief, "No, it's just a name. Is there anything special about it?"

Stebbins has recovered his memory and is sitting on the bed in isolation, exuding an unhappy aura.

Being attacked by your girlfriend because of another man is embarrassing, but at most it makes you feel depressed. But if your friends find out about it, it will definitely be a disaster!

There is a feeling of being socially dead.

"Maybe she just didn't think about it for a while." Summers comforted, "After all, you are her boyfriend, aren't you? Vampires and stuff like that just sound interesting, but they are actually terrible!"

"Really, really?" Stebbins looked at him expectantly, and then lowered his head dejectedly, "Okay, I know you are just comforting me, not only Salina, but also other witches in the school. I know people who like vampires, they often discuss after class that if they can meet a vampire outside, they must have a perfect encounter with them."

Stebbins sighed, "Sure enough, if you are handsome, you can do whatever you want. Vampires who are obviously not even human are actually the girls' favorite existence."

"Emmm..." Summers didn't know how to answer. After all, according to the classification of magical creatures, vampires are actually a type of magical creatures, but they are transformed by humans.

Therefore, wizards are arrogant and will never recognize the identity of beings who are different from themselves, even if they may be more powerful than themselves.

To put it this way, the same goes for werewolves. They were obviously once a member of the wizards, but they were classified as magical creatures.

"Robert, what do you think?" Summers looked at Robert and motioned for him to give Stebbins some comfort.

The more reliable kind.

"Oh, I was actually thinking about something." Robert looked out the window thoughtfully. There was a little bat there. This is really rare. You can still see a lively bat moving around outside in the ice and snow. " What do you think...if a vampire sucks the blood of a cold patient, will he also catch a cold?"

"Huh?"