Chapter 420 News of the Dark Lord
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
There are many bright stars on the dome of Silverhand Manor.
Old Jack came in with Chudai and Sophie.
The waiter carried a tray and brought them delicious sea fish sashimi.
"That's the Werewolf Councilor, and beside him are the two directors of the Werewolf Capture Force and the Werewolf Registration Office."
Lippi whispered next to Ozzy, "Don't look at the unpopular place they are in. After the werewolf is under control, these two positions represent the restriction power of the werewolf."
"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand intends to build the first werewolf magic school in the werewolf community, and Old Jack is the first headmaster."
"Look, that is the pure blood of the Rozier family, the sacred 28 family."
"And that one, I met him in the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, he is the Director of German Foreign Affairs."
"They must be talking about big business."
Lippi kept thinking about it enviously. As an undercover hero, Lippi naturally has a smooth road ahead.
But his habit over the years made him always like to mutter words of envy, which Ozzy has long been accustomed to.
"Who is that?" Oz found a person with abnormally pale skin, and his intuition told her that this person was not simple.
Pale cheeks, black hair mixed with silver, the man looks handsome, with gloomy brows.
What attracted the most attention were those dark golden eyes.
Lippi heard the words and looked over, surprised: "He is here too, it's impossible."
"Stop talking about riddles," Ozzy subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but stopped. She said to Lippi, "Do you know him?"
"Of course, that's a big shot."
After Lippi finished speaking, he realized that he had said something nonsense, and he hurriedly added: "During my undercover investigation, I heard his name more than once from the mysterious population."
"The paranoid and dark family, Edgar, Ludwig Edgar."
...
John walked out slowly, and the moment he appeared, all eyes were on him.
"I am very fortunate that I saw many familiar faces at the banquet."
He walked down from the second floor step by step, the emerald green ring was shining under the candlelight, and the soft silk on the robe was like a river of stars.
Some didn't show up, some couldn't make it, and some couldn't.
The guests are all good people, so they naturally know what John is talking about.
Several guests looked unnatural, and their fingers holding the cup turned white.
This scene could not escape John's observation, he chuckled, "In the past month, something that shocked everyone happened."
"I think you've all heard it, some of the damned and the ones that shouldn't come out, they're all back in the world."
Among the pure-blood families, the Rozier family remained calm.
Crabbe and the Goyles looked terrified.
"We can reunite here and continue to talk about it. The first glass of wine should be toasted to our good friend Lucius." John took the crystal glass containing the golden wine from the waiter.
He raised his wine glass and nodded to Lucius who was wearing a velvet dark green robe from a distance.
"Without our friend, I'm afraid some bad things will appear on the street. They wantonly commit crimes, plunder wealth, and mess up all order."
"So, let's pay tribute to Lucius, his bravery, and his courage in confrontation."
The guests all raised their glasses to Lucius.
With a smile on his face, Lucius tried his best not to be so reserved.
He nodded proudly and raised his wine glass.
"The second cup," continued John, "our friends who were threatened openly or secretly, who stood firm in their hearts, as I said, courage is as valuable as wisdom, and dare to speak to oppression. If not, you are a warrior."
"Let us respect the warriors who have not changed their original aspirations. Their perseverance is the glue that allows us to reunite."
After the reappearance of the Death Eaters, some pure-blood families will inevitably be persecuted.
For example, the Gower and Crabbe families, their descendants were forcibly engraved with the Dark Mark, making them unable to resist.
And those who have influence, are also threatened at different levels.
They didn't leave, so they were naturally reluctant to part with this huge alliance of interests.
Still, no one doesn't like to compliment themselves.
The second glass of wine enters the stomach.
People with poor alcohol tolerance already feel a little dizzy, but fortunately, these wines will soon dissipate their alcoholic strength.
"Smart is an indispensable factor for family inheritance and business continuity, so I like smart people," John pressed the armrest, "Smart people are more able to see the current situation and will not be swayed by emotions."
"Their intelligence can always make the best choice. However, it's not too late to make up for it. Wrong choices also have opportunities to recover."
John could see the horror on some people's faces, he broke the fear with a chuckle, and said meaningfully: "This glass of wine is to those smart people who want to turn back, because repentance and choosing the right one also need courage and wisdom."
The third cup was raised, which represented the official opening of the banquet.
Lippi could see that the families whose surnames had appeared at the Death Eaters meeting were scrambling to ask if they could talk to Lord Johnny Silverhand.
Those wise people who know repentance want to be forgiven.
As Tang Mi's old friend, Lippi could tell that Tang Mi was in a good mood when he heard these inquiries.
And the protagonist of the banquet, John, walked to another corner.
The dark-haired man there said nothing, and when he saw John coming, he got up and nodded politely.
"Mr. Edgar," John chuckled, "thank you for coming here from another country."
Ludwig Edgar looked like a scholar, somewhat like Altdorf, but his appearance was not so aggressive.
Pale complexion, not strong body, a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of the nose, giving people an old-fashioned look.
"I admire your frankness and your current prestige." Ludwig tilted his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across the huge banquet, "The dignitaries from all over the country and even abroad can gather such a force, it's like It's as difficult as building a saint."
He brought up the other being, making John's eyes under the mask narrow.
"It seems that you know why I'm looking for you." John tilted his head slightly, scanning some people on the field.
Ludwig didn't look over, but said, "I hope there is a place that is secluded enough to talk."
"Naturally," John invited, "my study is a good choice."
The two faded out of the banquet.
Walking into the study, Ludwig looked at John and said calmly, "The following news is not for Johnny's silver hand."
John sat down, folded his hands under his chin, and listened quietly.
"A father, for his son's friend."
Ludwig, who has always been calm, has waves in his eyes.
"Thank you, John Wick," he said, bowing deeply, "for doing so much for my son."
John took a deep breath, his face was no longer cold.
"Mr. Edgar, it was my mistake that led to all this."
"No," Ludwig said firmly, "he chose you as the light, so everything is willing."
"This is Edgar's fate, just like my elder brother Altdorf, everything is his own choice."
He said sincerely: "So please don't blame yourself."
John was silent.
Ludwig took out a folded parchment from his pocket.
"The list of saints who once ran amok in Europe."
This old list is kept from the study of Ludwig's father, who was Grindelwald's deputy.
"I exclude those who are dead or imprisoned," Ludwig said, "The remaining people are those whose whereabouts are unknown and who are hidden."
"Grindelwald went to Germany, and more than 20 wizards have become his followers."
"That's what's scary about him, his almost plague-like charisma and demagoguery."
Ludwig had heard many times from his father about the charm of Grindelwald.
Altdorf is also affected, so look for the second Dark Lord as that light.
John accepted the list, it was important to him.
Ludwig also came all the way for this list, and after he handed it over, he was about to leave.
"One more thing," Ludwig stopped at the door of the study, turning his face to the side. "My groom, I saw Karkaroff outside Durmstrang when he ran away in a panic. Voldemort may be chasing him."
Faced with traitors, Voldemort would have a reckoning.
For some reason though, Karkaroff wasn't killed.
When John heard the news, he called Ludwig to stop.
"Mr. Edgar, are you interested in managing a school?"
In those deep eyes, there was an incomprehensible calculation.
Durmstrang, Grindelwald's alma mater.
Top [-] schools in Europe.
Maybe it's time for someone else to call the shots.
...
Old Jack came in with Chudai and Sophie.
The waiter carried a tray and brought them delicious sea fish sashimi.
"That's the Werewolf Councilor, and beside him are the two directors of the Werewolf Capture Force and the Werewolf Registration Office."
Lippi whispered next to Ozzy, "Don't look at the unpopular place they are in. After the werewolf is under control, these two positions represent the restriction power of the werewolf."
"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand intends to build the first werewolf magic school in the werewolf community, and Old Jack is the first headmaster."
"Look, that is the pure blood of the Rozier family, the sacred 28 family."
"And that one, I met him in the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, he is the Director of German Foreign Affairs."
"They must be talking about big business."
Lippi kept thinking about it enviously. As an undercover hero, Lippi naturally has a smooth road ahead.
But his habit over the years made him always like to mutter words of envy, which Ozzy has long been accustomed to.
"Who is that?" Oz found a person with abnormally pale skin, and his intuition told her that this person was not simple.
Pale cheeks, black hair mixed with silver, the man looks handsome, with gloomy brows.
What attracted the most attention were those dark golden eyes.
Lippi heard the words and looked over, surprised: "He is here too, it's impossible."
"Stop talking about riddles," Ozzy subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but stopped. She said to Lippi, "Do you know him?"
"Of course, that's a big shot."
After Lippi finished speaking, he realized that he had said something nonsense, and he hurriedly added: "During my undercover investigation, I heard his name more than once from the mysterious population."
"The paranoid and dark family, Edgar, Ludwig Edgar."
...
John walked out slowly, and the moment he appeared, all eyes were on him.
"I am very fortunate that I saw many familiar faces at the banquet."
He walked down from the second floor step by step, the emerald green ring was shining under the candlelight, and the soft silk on the robe was like a river of stars.
Some didn't show up, some couldn't make it, and some couldn't.
The guests are all good people, so they naturally know what John is talking about.
Several guests looked unnatural, and their fingers holding the cup turned white.
This scene could not escape John's observation, he chuckled, "In the past month, something that shocked everyone happened."
"I think you've all heard it, some of the damned and the ones that shouldn't come out, they're all back in the world."
Among the pure-blood families, the Rozier family remained calm.
Crabbe and the Goyles looked terrified.
"We can reunite here and continue to talk about it. The first glass of wine should be toasted to our good friend Lucius." John took the crystal glass containing the golden wine from the waiter.
He raised his wine glass and nodded to Lucius who was wearing a velvet dark green robe from a distance.
"Without our friend, I'm afraid some bad things will appear on the street. They wantonly commit crimes, plunder wealth, and mess up all order."
"So, let's pay tribute to Lucius, his bravery, and his courage in confrontation."
The guests all raised their glasses to Lucius.
With a smile on his face, Lucius tried his best not to be so reserved.
He nodded proudly and raised his wine glass.
"The second cup," continued John, "our friends who were threatened openly or secretly, who stood firm in their hearts, as I said, courage is as valuable as wisdom, and dare to speak to oppression. If not, you are a warrior."
"Let us respect the warriors who have not changed their original aspirations. Their perseverance is the glue that allows us to reunite."
After the reappearance of the Death Eaters, some pure-blood families will inevitably be persecuted.
For example, the Gower and Crabbe families, their descendants were forcibly engraved with the Dark Mark, making them unable to resist.
And those who have influence, are also threatened at different levels.
They didn't leave, so they were naturally reluctant to part with this huge alliance of interests.
Still, no one doesn't like to compliment themselves.
The second glass of wine enters the stomach.
People with poor alcohol tolerance already feel a little dizzy, but fortunately, these wines will soon dissipate their alcoholic strength.
"Smart is an indispensable factor for family inheritance and business continuity, so I like smart people," John pressed the armrest, "Smart people are more able to see the current situation and will not be swayed by emotions."
"Their intelligence can always make the best choice. However, it's not too late to make up for it. Wrong choices also have opportunities to recover."
John could see the horror on some people's faces, he broke the fear with a chuckle, and said meaningfully: "This glass of wine is to those smart people who want to turn back, because repentance and choosing the right one also need courage and wisdom."
The third cup was raised, which represented the official opening of the banquet.
Lippi could see that the families whose surnames had appeared at the Death Eaters meeting were scrambling to ask if they could talk to Lord Johnny Silverhand.
Those wise people who know repentance want to be forgiven.
As Tang Mi's old friend, Lippi could tell that Tang Mi was in a good mood when he heard these inquiries.
And the protagonist of the banquet, John, walked to another corner.
The dark-haired man there said nothing, and when he saw John coming, he got up and nodded politely.
"Mr. Edgar," John chuckled, "thank you for coming here from another country."
Ludwig Edgar looked like a scholar, somewhat like Altdorf, but his appearance was not so aggressive.
Pale complexion, not strong body, a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of the nose, giving people an old-fashioned look.
"I admire your frankness and your current prestige." Ludwig tilted his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across the huge banquet, "The dignitaries from all over the country and even abroad can gather such a force, it's like It's as difficult as building a saint."
He brought up the other being, making John's eyes under the mask narrow.
"It seems that you know why I'm looking for you." John tilted his head slightly, scanning some people on the field.
Ludwig didn't look over, but said, "I hope there is a place that is secluded enough to talk."
"Naturally," John invited, "my study is a good choice."
The two faded out of the banquet.
Walking into the study, Ludwig looked at John and said calmly, "The following news is not for Johnny's silver hand."
John sat down, folded his hands under his chin, and listened quietly.
"A father, for his son's friend."
Ludwig, who has always been calm, has waves in his eyes.
"Thank you, John Wick," he said, bowing deeply, "for doing so much for my son."
John took a deep breath, his face was no longer cold.
"Mr. Edgar, it was my mistake that led to all this."
"No," Ludwig said firmly, "he chose you as the light, so everything is willing."
"This is Edgar's fate, just like my elder brother Altdorf, everything is his own choice."
He said sincerely: "So please don't blame yourself."
John was silent.
Ludwig took out a folded parchment from his pocket.
"The list of saints who once ran amok in Europe."
This old list is kept from the study of Ludwig's father, who was Grindelwald's deputy.
"I exclude those who are dead or imprisoned," Ludwig said, "The remaining people are those whose whereabouts are unknown and who are hidden."
"Grindelwald went to Germany, and more than 20 wizards have become his followers."
"That's what's scary about him, his almost plague-like charisma and demagoguery."
Ludwig had heard many times from his father about the charm of Grindelwald.
Altdorf is also affected, so look for the second Dark Lord as that light.
John accepted the list, it was important to him.
Ludwig also came all the way for this list, and after he handed it over, he was about to leave.
"One more thing," Ludwig stopped at the door of the study, turning his face to the side. "My groom, I saw Karkaroff outside Durmstrang when he ran away in a panic. Voldemort may be chasing him."
Faced with traitors, Voldemort would have a reckoning.
For some reason though, Karkaroff wasn't killed.
When John heard the news, he called Ludwig to stop.
"Mr. Edgar, are you interested in managing a school?"
In those deep eyes, there was an incomprehensible calculation.
Durmstrang, Grindelwald's alma mater.
Top [-] schools in Europe.
Maybe it's time for someone else to call the shots.
...
