Chapter 280 Come on! The Polaris Quidditch Team! (first update)

"cough!"

Hearing this cough, little Lorna quickly stood up straight and pressed her back against the plaster wall, ignoring the white ash left on her clothes. Little Lorna only felt that the soles of her feet were getting more and more painful, the tight shoelaces were like shackles, and the soles of the shoes were almost like hard iron plates. She wanted to take off her shoes and step barefoot on the cold and slippery ground, and she could imagine the feeling of comfort all over her body, just like she had done countless times in the past.

However, her wish was doomed to be unfulfilled, because the pair of bright eyes in front of her were staring at her closely, as if they wanted to wring her into a ball like a towel, squeezing her shame from the inside out. However, she did not have such emotions, her little heart was pounding, but inside she was only full of tension and apprehension that the prank was exposed, and her eyes were only hiding excitement. Fortunately, she was not punished alone, and her dearest brother was also standing by.

She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue quietly.

"You should know why I asked you to educate little Lorna, right?" Her dearest brother was the first to be questioned, and as the oldest one, he should take responsibility. "Your mischief came too late and at the wrong time, Salomon," said Athena. "You shouldn't have taken little Lorna to do that, any more than you should have given her a pistol."

But I'm happy and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Little Lorna thought, I have never done such an exciting thing in my life! If we hadn't happened to be discovered, we might still be rich!

Salomon lowered his head and remained silent, accepting the accusations of his adoptive mother. He and little Lorna are completely newbies in bank robbery. They are not so much robbery as stealing, and not so much stealing as gardening. All the crime guides are carried out according to what is said on the Internet, and even the location of the vault is difficult to determine. He found it by tracking those escorts with spells.

After walking out of the portal, little Lorna did not rush to move the dollars, but jumped into the pile of banknotes with her hands raised high and cheering. The money belonged to part of the AIM Group's liquidity, and Nick Fury secretly transferred it to this bank. Lomon also learned about this after seeing the confidential documents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Thanks to Nick Fury's subjective belief that Salomon despises money in the secular society, he had the opportunity to hear the news.

Salomon originally wanted to use the money to purchase experimental equipment, and his only competitor was Nick Fury who also wanted to use the money to build a secret base. But looking at the banknotes flying all over the sky, he could only slow down his plan to move the money. He let little Lorna roll around in the scattered banknotes, using this place as a playground, and even used US dollar bills to light a small BBQ over campfire.

Anyway, the door of the treasury is very thick, and the voices inside can't come out.

But the mystic mage had to admit that the result of letting little Lorna mess around was indeed too bad, and blindly pampering the child made the child even more arrogant. Out of nowhere, she pulls out a spray can and scribbles all over the bank vault, and Salomon can only stop her before things get even worse (referring to little Lorna spraying paint on banknotes).

"We should get down to business."

"Can't we leave something to remember?"

"No, little Lorna, we've been delayed too long. Come on, put the money in the bag, we-"

"Are we going through the portal? What about the broomstick?"

"Next time."

Just then, the door to the underground vault was opened. This is the bank's counting staff getting ready to work, and the safe-keeping bank clerk stared dumbfounded at the mystic who was pulling little Lorna out of the pile of banknotes. Little Lorna still wanted to open her mouth to explain, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

"Are you going to the pool party too?" She blinked her big, innocent eyes.

"Ahhh——"

"If you can calm down, we can resolve this peacefully..." the mystic tried to calm him down.

"Hurry up, come!!"

"Okay." Salomon gestured towards the fleeing bank clerk, something seemed to be shaken in the air, and rose petals fell from his hands. Immediately afterwards, the bank clerk fell to the marble floor with a thud, his gold-rimmed glasses falling aside.

"Is he dead?" Little Lorna asked worriedly.

"No, he just fell asleep. At most, he woke up with a headache and maybe a sore nose. I'm sure someone heard his screams. We have to speed up." The mystic waved his hand and moved The banknotes scattered on the ground recovered, and then pushed into the portal just opened. Little Lorna only saw darkness on the other side of the portal, with only a few bright lights blooming. She didn't know where the other side of the portal was, but her overly excited emotions made her forget about this question.

"The vault door is now open." Salomon took out two masks and handed one of them to Little Lorna. Little Lorna understood what he meant in an instant, she put on her mask excitedly, and picked up the broomstick that was dozing off beside her.

"I'm ready!" she said bouncing.

"Let's go then!"

"Come on, Gryffindor!"

"Guess how many people saw you flying out of the bank on broomsticks?" Athena angrily poked Salomon's forehead with her fingers, causing little Lorna to secretly laugh. Athena naturally didn't let her go, she poked hard, as if she wanted to pierce little Lorna's skull, and wanted to physically engrave the lesson of this incident deeply into the girl's mind. The girl closed her eyes and pretended to be aggrieved. Her short black and green hair jumped back and forth with the rhythm of Athena's fingers, just as naughty and rebellious as its owner.

"You know? You're just a skunk that doesn't grow up!"

Little Lorna was no longer nervous, because as long as Minerva poked her forehead, it meant that the matter was not serious. That's what Minerva taught her when she took coins out of passers-by's pockets. But if Minerva is too calm, it means that things are bad. Little Lorna feels that Minerva must not let Minerva know about the pistol theft.

Mystics naturally know how much of a social media buzz they've caused, with the hashtag #《HarryPotter》is real at the top of the list. What's more terrible is that the mask he chose for little Lorna is the character mask of the "Harry Potter" series.

People in this age are interested in the weird and the weird.

"Don't worry, anyway, they will think it is some kind of CG animation, or some kind of latest high-tech. Whatever, netizens only have seven days of memory anyway." Salomon blinked. There is no way for the bank to tell about the stolen money because the money "doesn't exist" from beginning to end. As for Nick Fury, he could tell at a glance that Salomon did it, but the mystic didn't intend to admit it at all, and Nick Fury had no evidence anyway.

He bet.

"Boss! You actually...I love you so much!" Maya Hansen cheered holding a handful of banknotes, "We can purchase all the experimental equipment we need! Let your robot help to carry them! And those The corpse of the black magic creature, hurry up and throw it away, the temperature of the freezer is not low enough, it is starting to stink now!"

"You buy the experimental equipment yourself, ma'am. The money is at your disposal. There are almost a few hundred million dollars here (one hundred million dollars is about 1.5 cubic meters). You have to contact people you know in the past, and those who accept cash transactions people."

"Aren't you going to use online banking? How do you want me to take out so much money?"

"You can do it." Salomon took out several silver safes from behind, "A safe can hold 64 cubic feet of things, which is 1.81 cubic meters. One box, 100 million dollars, even if it is full , this box will not weigh more than fifteen pounds. And this." The mystic took out an iron-colored ring from his pocket, "This is a gift for you."

"Great, I don't want to wear plaid shirts for a long time. Also, if you propose marriage, please allow me to refuse. Although I don't mind what happens with you, I think this kind of thing is still too hasty... "

"This is a defensive ring." Salomon ignored Maya Hansen's increasingly absurd behavior after arriving in the Immortal City. The woman seemed to be going crazy. He said, "This ring will give you a slight boost to your defenses, but don't get your hopes up, you'll still get hit by bullets."

Maya Hansen patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief. "Great," she said. "I thought you proposed."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and arrange here, we need to start the experiment as soon as possible."

"Where are the candidates for the experiment? I don't want to create a super soldier who opposes us like the big villain in the comics. Also, what you promised to give to my colleagues?"

"I have already selected your colleagues." The mystic nodded, as if he had already made a choice. It was a group of spellcasters who had been drifting away since the fall of Camelot and continued to this day. Balthazar had only recently found out about them. This group of wizards was hidden too deeply, almost blending into the secular society.

Now, he is going to take back this wizard group, in the name of the heir to the holy sword.

"Wait will be my first meeting with your future colleagues. If they refuse... you'll have experimental material, ma'am."

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