Chapter 513 Undercover
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Wo Bu Geng Xin
When Orson walked into Nurmengard with his men.At the door, the young wizard who had just dealt with the guards in the observation room was walking towards them quickly.
"Master Orson."
The young wizard saluted Orson respectfully, and then said: "We have solved the problem here. The other four patrolling the outside and the magic doll outside have stopped functioning. Internally, I was afraid of alerting the enemy, so I did not take action immediately. "
Orson nodded, stretched out his hand and patted the young wizard on the shoulder with a pleased expression: "Thank you for all your hard work over the years."
The young wizard shook his head slowly and put his right hand on his heart: "For the greater good!"
Under the bright white moonlight, the young wizard at the door contrasted with the tower behind him.The motto he spoke was engraved on the tower.
Orson looked serious and pressed his heart with his right hand: "For the greater good!"
Everyone behind him put their right hands on their hearts, and there was a neat and crisp 'bang' sound.
"For... the greater good!"
"Lead the way. Let's go to welcome Lord Grindelwald back."
Orson said to the young wizard in front of him.The young wizard nodded excitedly, then turned around, subconsciously reached out and touched his necklace with the symbol of the Three Deathly Hallows, then took the wand and strode towards the tower.
Orson waved his hand and motioned for his men to follow the young man.Footsteps sounded, and the people behind him followed the young wizard's steps, preparing to deal with the defense in the tower.
Orson stood alone at the door looking at the tower standing in the moonlight.He once threw his enemies into the tower.And here, kill your enemies.And now their leader is also imprisoned in this tower.There is a feeling of fateful reincarnation.
Maybe the high-level people in the wizarding world at that time were thinking of using this method to show that the laws of nature were clear and retributive?But it's a pity...
"This is a prison we built after all. How can you possibly find out everything we left behind?"
Orson looked up at the moon and showed an almost sarcastic smile.
Then, he walked to the main entrance of the tower. Everything was as usual there, and there was nothing strange about it.It's just a wall, and it's completely painted.And Orson was very familiar with it. After bending down slightly, he pressed on a corner on the right side of the door frame of the main entrance, which was no more than two palms away.
The next moment, the wall in front of him shrank and quickly turned into a spiral staircase.Orson stepped on the stairs and walked forward step by step.
There are candles next to the stairs, but they have not been lit for a long time.Orson took out his wand, and after thinking for a moment, he waved the wand: "The candlelight is bright."
The tip of the staff flashed with orange light.The candles on both sides of the stairs lit up one after another, illuminating this section of the road.
Orson climbed up the stairs, feeling very excited, but also a little complicated.
He had walked up this staircase many times, leading the way for Lord Grindelwald.The top floor of Nurmengard will only imprison those enemies ordered by Lord Grindelwald.Originally this room was only for one person.Unfortunately, in the end, this room did not receive the owner he expected when he designed it.
In addition to the sound of candles crackling and burning away the dust, I could occasionally hear one or two roars of shock or anger.
"Gary Lepe! You're fucking crazy! Fu*k!!!"
"Gary Leppe! You traitor! Now you're attacking your colleagues! Your brother!"
"No! I'm not a traitor! I'm just an undercover! Hahaha!"
The screams continued, but Orson just shook his head.The profession of undercover can cause considerable psychological damage to those who engage in this profession.Orson has always known this.Therefore, he never took any chances that Gary's spirit would be normal after so many years of dormancy.
He didn't care either.At this time, proper venting will be helpful for his recovery.
Climb up step by step.Orson seems to have reached a very high position.He looked up and saw the door.
It was just a simple wooden door. There was no mystery in it, either in appearance or in reality.As long as he opens the door, he can meet the person he admires again.
Sadness and excitement came up at the same time.Orson rubbed his face with his hands.Controlled his expression and emotions.I couldn't help but walk a little faster, and then opened the door.
Inside the door is a simple room.
There is a bed and a desk.There are even bookshelves with several books on them.But there was neither pen nor paper on the desk.
In front of the desk an old man sits on a chair.He has a peaceful expression, a full head of white hair, a haggard appearance, and looks dirty and embarrassed.
But he was still looking at the book in his hand.The book has a gold-gilded title on its spine. "High-end Transfiguration".This is an uncommon book.Because although the author of this book is famous, he is still alive, which means that this book has not been circulated for too long.Therefore, it has not been added with too many traces of history and has been declared a classic.
The author of this book is Dumbledore.
"Big..." The moment Orson spoke, he felt as if his throat was blocked by something. He could only stop speaking. After clearing his throat, he said in his own inexplicably hoarse voice: "Grinder Mr. Wo, I finally see you again."
"Didn't we just meet not long ago? Although it was through magic."
Grindelwald's voice was old, weak...and peaceful.The three feelings that emerged in Orson's heart at this time were all completely different experiences from the current one.He had heard this sound not long ago, and at that time he was still comforting himself that it might be the distortion of the sound caused by magical transmission.But now, after hearing this sound that seemed to have lost its energy, Orson still couldn't help but feel sad.
"Sir, you have suffered..."
Orson's eyes were already full of tears as he looked at the broken bones in front of him.
Grindelwald closed the book.Looking at the wizard in front of him whose face was already full of vicissitudes of life and sophistication.
"You've worked hard, Orson. After all these years."
"No! I'm not working hard! You are working hard! You...are working too hard."
Orson was already choked up.The old man in his impression was still in good spirits even after the failure.But now, the long time and gloomy environment have almost visibly drained away the vitality of the old man in front of him.
He is dying.If this continues, maybe in three years, maybe in four years, this old man will come to the end of his life.Even if there is no outsider involved, it is the same.
"Haha, it's not painful." Grindelwald chuckled, "I will eventually have to face death. It's just sooner or later."
He seemed very open-minded.Maybe time has worn away the sharpness and given the old man tolerance.Or it may be that failure has smoothed the edges and given the old man peace.
"So, are you sure you can convince me this time?"
Grindelwald walked up to Orson somewhat unsteadily.
"I remember you were shorter than me back then. Are you taller than me now?"
His slightly nostalgic words almost made Orson unable to control his tear ducts.
"Sir, I'm still not sure to convince you, sir. I have never been able to convince you. The failure back then was the same, and so is the rescue today. I just... I just don't want to watch you in this prison day by day. Aging. This is not the place for you to grow old.”
"Of course, the more important thing is... I'm worried that if I don't break in to meet you now, I won't have a chance to see you again in the future."
Tears finally fell from the corners of Orson's eyes, down his cheeks, and finally fell on the ground.
"I told all of them that I have convinced you and rekindled your hope of living and making a comeback. But I know it myself. I have done nothing. It is impossible for you to leave this prison. You don't need us. This door..." Orson pointed to the open door behind him, "You can also open it at any time. And these guards will never make you feel embarrassed."
"But my lord, you didn't choose to come out. That only means that you didn't even think about coming out."
"But sir, I can't delay it any longer. Others don't know how serious the situation is now. But I know. Some of the saints have been corrupted by their native American families. Others have been corrupted by their native American families. The people under Luke Gaunt were bribed. There are other people, hiding in the dark, waiting for me to die and then divide the saint’s inheritance.”
"I won't live long, sir. It doesn't even need Luke Gaunt to take action. The increasingly greedy Baxter Enwy will take action first. I can fight back, but I will never be their opponent. And Luke There is so much beneath the surface of K. Gaunt's current power. Without you, the Saints will surely fall at his hands."
"He claims to be a 'follower of the trend of the times,' but those of us are bound to be crushed by the trend of the times, without any luck."
Speaking of this, Orson said feebly: "I don't know what the trend he calls is. But I know that Luke Gunter can run over now. We won't have much power to fight back. "
"Luke Gunter..." Grindelwald nodded upon hearing this, "He should be a cautious person."
"In the records from 600 years ago, there are very few records about him. Only an ancestor of the Grindelwald family wrote something related to him in his prophecy."
Orson was stunned.What he said must be a bit of a misfortune.Luke Gunter's current power is very strong on the surface, but it is naturally stronger under the water.But this does not mean that the Saints really have no power to fight back.As for the people like Baite Enwei, as long as he makes up his mind, he can still deal with them. At the very least, he will make them get out of the Saints organization in despair.
He never expected that there would be such a development.
What 600 years ago?Is Luke Gaunt some kind of old monster?
However, Grindelwald did not continue.However, in Orson's eyes, the old man's originally somewhat stooped body seemed to have become much taller and straighter.The somewhat tired and lazy spirit seemed to have strengthened a lot.
"Doesn't he want to die just like that? Is it because new changes have appeared and he is worried?"
Grindelwald muttered to himself, still sounding hesitant.But Orson knew that Grindelwald had now made up his mind.As smart as he is, he quickly realized who the 'him' in Grindelwald's words was.
Luke Gaunt has brought new changes. No one knows whether such changes are good or bad for the world, so Dumbledore, the self-proclaimed 'Guardian', cannot end his life as planned. Yet?
How many people's fate has been changed by this variable? !
At this moment, although Orson knew very well that he and Luke Gunter were enemies with different positions.But he still has some thanks to Luke Gunter.After all, if it weren't for him, Lord Grindelwald would never have been convinced by him so easily.
"But... I'm old, Orson. There's nothing I can do anymore."
Grindelwald looked at Orson and said softly.
Even though he said this, Orson didn't see a trace of flinching in Grindelwald's eyes, only a little bit of unwillingness, and more importantly, an absolute calmness.
"Please rest assured, sir, since you are willing, then Angel will naturally offer you the Fountain of Youth!"
........................
"You're here. How is the matter going?"
The fire dragon looked at the rabbit approaching the stargazing room and asked.
"It's not bad. Luke Gunter's undercover agent is difficult to find. After all, to be honest, we don't even know the style of Luke Gunter's people, so it's really difficult to find them."
"However, the Saints' style has always been quite clear. People who belong to the Saints can be found out easily with a few false information and provocations."
Rabbit's tone was a little tired. Obviously, this matter was not as easy as he said.
"Thanks a lot."
Fire Dragon replied politely.
Rabbit waved his hand, sat on the chair in the stargazing room, and then said: "You start predicting. I'm here, don't worry."
The fire dragon nodded when he heard the words.Then he put his hand on the crystal ball and placed his eyes on the telescope. While observing the stars, he moved his hand gently on the crystal ball.
On the ceiling, the huge astrolabe began to rotate gently, and the patterns on it changed again and again.
Rabbit raised his head and took a look. He was very uninterested in the prophecy class back then.After all, he had known for a long time that people without talent would never be able to learn prophecy in this life.Only when talented people learn this knowledge can they play a supporting role.
Looking at it, the rabbit stood up.Walk towards the direction of the fire dragon.
"Master Orson."
The young wizard saluted Orson respectfully, and then said: "We have solved the problem here. The other four patrolling the outside and the magic doll outside have stopped functioning. Internally, I was afraid of alerting the enemy, so I did not take action immediately. "
Orson nodded, stretched out his hand and patted the young wizard on the shoulder with a pleased expression: "Thank you for all your hard work over the years."
The young wizard shook his head slowly and put his right hand on his heart: "For the greater good!"
Under the bright white moonlight, the young wizard at the door contrasted with the tower behind him.The motto he spoke was engraved on the tower.
Orson looked serious and pressed his heart with his right hand: "For the greater good!"
Everyone behind him put their right hands on their hearts, and there was a neat and crisp 'bang' sound.
"For... the greater good!"
"Lead the way. Let's go to welcome Lord Grindelwald back."
Orson said to the young wizard in front of him.The young wizard nodded excitedly, then turned around, subconsciously reached out and touched his necklace with the symbol of the Three Deathly Hallows, then took the wand and strode towards the tower.
Orson waved his hand and motioned for his men to follow the young man.Footsteps sounded, and the people behind him followed the young wizard's steps, preparing to deal with the defense in the tower.
Orson stood alone at the door looking at the tower standing in the moonlight.He once threw his enemies into the tower.And here, kill your enemies.And now their leader is also imprisoned in this tower.There is a feeling of fateful reincarnation.
Maybe the high-level people in the wizarding world at that time were thinking of using this method to show that the laws of nature were clear and retributive?But it's a pity...
"This is a prison we built after all. How can you possibly find out everything we left behind?"
Orson looked up at the moon and showed an almost sarcastic smile.
Then, he walked to the main entrance of the tower. Everything was as usual there, and there was nothing strange about it.It's just a wall, and it's completely painted.And Orson was very familiar with it. After bending down slightly, he pressed on a corner on the right side of the door frame of the main entrance, which was no more than two palms away.
The next moment, the wall in front of him shrank and quickly turned into a spiral staircase.Orson stepped on the stairs and walked forward step by step.
There are candles next to the stairs, but they have not been lit for a long time.Orson took out his wand, and after thinking for a moment, he waved the wand: "The candlelight is bright."
The tip of the staff flashed with orange light.The candles on both sides of the stairs lit up one after another, illuminating this section of the road.
Orson climbed up the stairs, feeling very excited, but also a little complicated.
He had walked up this staircase many times, leading the way for Lord Grindelwald.The top floor of Nurmengard will only imprison those enemies ordered by Lord Grindelwald.Originally this room was only for one person.Unfortunately, in the end, this room did not receive the owner he expected when he designed it.
In addition to the sound of candles crackling and burning away the dust, I could occasionally hear one or two roars of shock or anger.
"Gary Lepe! You're fucking crazy! Fu*k!!!"
"Gary Leppe! You traitor! Now you're attacking your colleagues! Your brother!"
"No! I'm not a traitor! I'm just an undercover! Hahaha!"
The screams continued, but Orson just shook his head.The profession of undercover can cause considerable psychological damage to those who engage in this profession.Orson has always known this.Therefore, he never took any chances that Gary's spirit would be normal after so many years of dormancy.
He didn't care either.At this time, proper venting will be helpful for his recovery.
Climb up step by step.Orson seems to have reached a very high position.He looked up and saw the door.
It was just a simple wooden door. There was no mystery in it, either in appearance or in reality.As long as he opens the door, he can meet the person he admires again.
Sadness and excitement came up at the same time.Orson rubbed his face with his hands.Controlled his expression and emotions.I couldn't help but walk a little faster, and then opened the door.
Inside the door is a simple room.
There is a bed and a desk.There are even bookshelves with several books on them.But there was neither pen nor paper on the desk.
In front of the desk an old man sits on a chair.He has a peaceful expression, a full head of white hair, a haggard appearance, and looks dirty and embarrassed.
But he was still looking at the book in his hand.The book has a gold-gilded title on its spine. "High-end Transfiguration".This is an uncommon book.Because although the author of this book is famous, he is still alive, which means that this book has not been circulated for too long.Therefore, it has not been added with too many traces of history and has been declared a classic.
The author of this book is Dumbledore.
"Big..." The moment Orson spoke, he felt as if his throat was blocked by something. He could only stop speaking. After clearing his throat, he said in his own inexplicably hoarse voice: "Grinder Mr. Wo, I finally see you again."
"Didn't we just meet not long ago? Although it was through magic."
Grindelwald's voice was old, weak...and peaceful.The three feelings that emerged in Orson's heart at this time were all completely different experiences from the current one.He had heard this sound not long ago, and at that time he was still comforting himself that it might be the distortion of the sound caused by magical transmission.But now, after hearing this sound that seemed to have lost its energy, Orson still couldn't help but feel sad.
"Sir, you have suffered..."
Orson's eyes were already full of tears as he looked at the broken bones in front of him.
Grindelwald closed the book.Looking at the wizard in front of him whose face was already full of vicissitudes of life and sophistication.
"You've worked hard, Orson. After all these years."
"No! I'm not working hard! You are working hard! You...are working too hard."
Orson was already choked up.The old man in his impression was still in good spirits even after the failure.But now, the long time and gloomy environment have almost visibly drained away the vitality of the old man in front of him.
He is dying.If this continues, maybe in three years, maybe in four years, this old man will come to the end of his life.Even if there is no outsider involved, it is the same.
"Haha, it's not painful." Grindelwald chuckled, "I will eventually have to face death. It's just sooner or later."
He seemed very open-minded.Maybe time has worn away the sharpness and given the old man tolerance.Or it may be that failure has smoothed the edges and given the old man peace.
"So, are you sure you can convince me this time?"
Grindelwald walked up to Orson somewhat unsteadily.
"I remember you were shorter than me back then. Are you taller than me now?"
His slightly nostalgic words almost made Orson unable to control his tear ducts.
"Sir, I'm still not sure to convince you, sir. I have never been able to convince you. The failure back then was the same, and so is the rescue today. I just... I just don't want to watch you in this prison day by day. Aging. This is not the place for you to grow old.”
"Of course, the more important thing is... I'm worried that if I don't break in to meet you now, I won't have a chance to see you again in the future."
Tears finally fell from the corners of Orson's eyes, down his cheeks, and finally fell on the ground.
"I told all of them that I have convinced you and rekindled your hope of living and making a comeback. But I know it myself. I have done nothing. It is impossible for you to leave this prison. You don't need us. This door..." Orson pointed to the open door behind him, "You can also open it at any time. And these guards will never make you feel embarrassed."
"But my lord, you didn't choose to come out. That only means that you didn't even think about coming out."
"But sir, I can't delay it any longer. Others don't know how serious the situation is now. But I know. Some of the saints have been corrupted by their native American families. Others have been corrupted by their native American families. The people under Luke Gaunt were bribed. There are other people, hiding in the dark, waiting for me to die and then divide the saint’s inheritance.”
"I won't live long, sir. It doesn't even need Luke Gaunt to take action. The increasingly greedy Baxter Enwy will take action first. I can fight back, but I will never be their opponent. And Luke There is so much beneath the surface of K. Gaunt's current power. Without you, the Saints will surely fall at his hands."
"He claims to be a 'follower of the trend of the times,' but those of us are bound to be crushed by the trend of the times, without any luck."
Speaking of this, Orson said feebly: "I don't know what the trend he calls is. But I know that Luke Gunter can run over now. We won't have much power to fight back. "
"Luke Gunter..." Grindelwald nodded upon hearing this, "He should be a cautious person."
"In the records from 600 years ago, there are very few records about him. Only an ancestor of the Grindelwald family wrote something related to him in his prophecy."
Orson was stunned.What he said must be a bit of a misfortune.Luke Gunter's current power is very strong on the surface, but it is naturally stronger under the water.But this does not mean that the Saints really have no power to fight back.As for the people like Baite Enwei, as long as he makes up his mind, he can still deal with them. At the very least, he will make them get out of the Saints organization in despair.
He never expected that there would be such a development.
What 600 years ago?Is Luke Gaunt some kind of old monster?
However, Grindelwald did not continue.However, in Orson's eyes, the old man's originally somewhat stooped body seemed to have become much taller and straighter.The somewhat tired and lazy spirit seemed to have strengthened a lot.
"Doesn't he want to die just like that? Is it because new changes have appeared and he is worried?"
Grindelwald muttered to himself, still sounding hesitant.But Orson knew that Grindelwald had now made up his mind.As smart as he is, he quickly realized who the 'him' in Grindelwald's words was.
Luke Gaunt has brought new changes. No one knows whether such changes are good or bad for the world, so Dumbledore, the self-proclaimed 'Guardian', cannot end his life as planned. Yet?
How many people's fate has been changed by this variable? !
At this moment, although Orson knew very well that he and Luke Gunter were enemies with different positions.But he still has some thanks to Luke Gunter.After all, if it weren't for him, Lord Grindelwald would never have been convinced by him so easily.
"But... I'm old, Orson. There's nothing I can do anymore."
Grindelwald looked at Orson and said softly.
Even though he said this, Orson didn't see a trace of flinching in Grindelwald's eyes, only a little bit of unwillingness, and more importantly, an absolute calmness.
"Please rest assured, sir, since you are willing, then Angel will naturally offer you the Fountain of Youth!"
........................
"You're here. How is the matter going?"
The fire dragon looked at the rabbit approaching the stargazing room and asked.
"It's not bad. Luke Gunter's undercover agent is difficult to find. After all, to be honest, we don't even know the style of Luke Gunter's people, so it's really difficult to find them."
"However, the Saints' style has always been quite clear. People who belong to the Saints can be found out easily with a few false information and provocations."
Rabbit's tone was a little tired. Obviously, this matter was not as easy as he said.
"Thanks a lot."
Fire Dragon replied politely.
Rabbit waved his hand, sat on the chair in the stargazing room, and then said: "You start predicting. I'm here, don't worry."
The fire dragon nodded when he heard the words.Then he put his hand on the crystal ball and placed his eyes on the telescope. While observing the stars, he moved his hand gently on the crystal ball.
On the ceiling, the huge astrolabe began to rotate gently, and the patterns on it changed again and again.
Rabbit raised his head and took a look. He was very uninterested in the prophecy class back then.After all, he had known for a long time that people without talent would never be able to learn prophecy in this life.Only when talented people learn this knowledge can they play a supporting role.
Looking at it, the rabbit stood up.Walk towards the direction of the fire dragon.
