#598 - No (ask for monthly ticket recommendation ticket)

"Are you trying to make things difficult for me?" When the Thunderbird saw the Ashwinder acting shamelessly, he rushed forward anxiously. "I can't command him. What if he really doesn't want to show up?"

"Then you need to find a way to take me to the Runespoor. Don't even mention the future of the club. Even the source of the elixir of life might be in trouble. Aren't you worried?"

"Oh… right." The Thunderbird gave a mocking, cold smile. "As the Runespoor's watchdog, he probably won't abandon you, but what about me? Have you ever thought about my feelings?"

"Sigh…" Seeing the Thunderbird's persistence, the Ashwinder couldn't help but sigh helplessly. "Okay, I'll try to contact him, but I can't guarantee anything. As for seeing the Runespoor, I've said before that's not my decision."

Recent events had left the Ashwinder feeling rather exhausted. The club was developing well, and even if the British transit station failed, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But then the Silver Spears seemed to suddenly have a run of bad luck, with one piece of bad news after another. The breeding farm was completely wiped out, the Augurey transport team disappeared without a trace, and even the German Ministry of Magic, which they had painstakingly infiltrated, was now rounded up in one fell swoop.

It was as if someone who knew the club very well was manipulating it from the shadows like a puppet. The Ashwinder hadn't been able to sleep well for days, constantly immersed in worry.

After sending a message to the Golden Snitch through the mask, the Ashwinder, like the Thunderbird, silently sat in the reception room. The two just stared at each other without speaking.

However, perhaps because the Ashwinder had described the situation as very serious in his message, the Golden Snitch actually arrived at headquarters not long after.

When the Thunderbird saw the Golden Snitch appear, he immediately stood up and greeted him. "Speak, I want to hear your explanation!"

"What explanation?" For some reason, the Golden Snitch's voice sounded slightly weak at this time, and he seemed to be in poor condition.

"You have the nerve to ask? What exactly is going on with the German Ministry of Magic? Why were the separatist wizards wiped out in one fell swoop? Didn't you say that the situation was under your control?" The Thunderbird stopped two meters away from the Golden Snitch, looking like a tiger watching its prey, as if he was ready to attack him at any moment.

Hearing the Thunderbird ask about this, the Golden Snitch was also furious. "Don't you read the newspapers? Our plan has been completely ruined by Andre! Now everything is gone! The breeding farm, the goods received from Northern Europe, even the entire foundation of the Ministry of Magic! It's all that damn Andre's fault, and that bastard Claremont! That guy was a traitor from the start!"

The Golden Snitch had lost his usual composure at this time, and roared hysterically at the Thunderbird. "And you have the nerve to question me? How did Andre gain strength comparable to ours? That kid is not even 20 years old. How could you not know about this after being in England for so many years?"

Seeing the Golden Snitch so out of control, the Thunderbird not only did not comfort him, but instead mocked him sarcastically. "What? You messed things up and have the nerve to blame me? Blaming a small-time alchemist? If you had listened to me and killed Andre directly, wouldn't none of this have happened?"

"You!!!" The Golden Snitch was clearly touched on a sore spot by the Thunderbird, and glared at him fiercely, but he knew in his heart that the other party was right. It was because of his own indecision and a bit of luck that the development of the situation had gotten out of control.

"Alright… I don't want to argue with you about this." The Golden Snitch realized that he didn't seem to be a match for the Thunderbird in arguing, and immediately waved his hand at him. "Now that things have reached this point, there's no point in dwelling on it. Anyway, the situation can't get any worse!"

"Then what should the club do next?" The Thunderbird obviously didn't want to give up easily. "We can't keep dragging on. Now that we have no source of raw materials, are we just going to sit and wait for death?"

"Why are you always so anxious?" The Golden Snitch looked at him with some annoyance. "Can't you wait a little longer and let me assess the situation before making a decision? Although most of the club's external forces have been eliminated, we still have a foundation!"

"What?" The Thunderbird seemed amused by the Golden Snitch. "Are you still planning to make a comeback in Germany? Don't you see that all the wizards in Germany see us as a plague? Look at who is still willing to cooperate with us? And if I'm not mistaken, Andre will be in power in Germany in the future. Will there still be a place for us with him around?"

"Then…" The Golden Snitch was startled after hearing the Thunderbird's words. "What do you mean?"

"Leave!" The Thunderbird made a decisive decision. "We can go to the Americas. Black Dragon and I have built a huge territory there, and the magical animal resources are also very rich. Instead of indecisively guarding this small plot of land in Germany, it's better to go to America and start over."

The Golden Snitch was stunned after hearing the Thunderbird's suggestion, and seemed tempted, but he couldn't let go of the headquarters he had been running for many years. "Let me think about it before I give you an answer!"

"Are you still going to be so indecisive? You were like this before, and you're like this now. No wonder you always fail with your hesitant ways!" The Thunderbird retorted mercilessly, then said loudly, "And this matter is not entirely up to you. I want to meet the Runespoor and talk to him face to face!"

"He doesn't want to see you right now!" The Golden Snitch, who had previously made a promise to him, now seemed very averse to the Thunderbird's idea of seeing the Runespoor, and refused without looking back.

"Is that so? Doesn't the headquarters have a portal to his residence? Can't you let me ask him in person if he really doesn't want to see me?" The Thunderbird at this time was like a mad dog, staring coldly at the other party.

"This… how do you know?" The Golden Snitch was shocked, and immediately looked at the Ashwinder next to him. The other party lowered his head in embarrassment after meeting his gaze.

Seeing the Ashwinder's reaction, the Golden Snitch immediately understood what was going on, but he still shook his head and refused. "No, the Runespoor can't see you right now!"

"Why?" The Thunderbird roared angrily at this time. "I must see him today, otherwise what if you abandon me and run away one day? And what reason do you have to speak directly on behalf of the Runespoor? Why should I listen to you? Do you have the recipe for the elixir of life?"

"You…" Seeing the Thunderbird say such harsh words, the Golden Snitch immediately knew that the Thunderbird was acting up again. It seemed that the club's repeated failures had brought him great pressure.

Perhaps the Thunderbird had already lost trust in him, but the Golden Snitch thought for a moment and felt that it was normal for the Thunderbird to have such a reaction. After all, his decisions had repeatedly failed and he had missed several opportunities. If he were the Thunderbird, he would probably doubt him as well.

After pondering for a moment, the Golden Snitch had no choice but to nod helplessly. "Okay, I'll take you to see him. Come with me."

With that, the Golden Snitch led the Thunderbird into a side door in the reception room. The room on the other side of the door was arranged with a large magic circle. This was the alchemy room used by the club to produce Portkeys. On the shelf next to it, there were even seven or eight Portkeys of various shapes.

After entering the alchemy room, the Golden Snitch did not continue to stay, but went straight to a wall in the room. After he cast a simple spell, a stone door cracked open on the wall.

On the other side of the stone door was a room that looked quite familiar to Andre. The stone basin and black floor mirror in it were exactly the same as the ones he had seen in Claremont's secret room. The only difference was that this room was larger and had no fireplace.

After arriving here, the Golden Snitch came to the stone basin, but he didn't pour materials into it as Andre had imagined. Instead, he suddenly froze as if he had lost his mind.

Then the Golden Snitch suddenly turned around to look at the Thunderbird, and said with a serious and hesitant tone, "Thunderbird, can I trust you?"

"No!" The Thunderbird replied without even thinking. "How many years have we known each other? Don't we know enough about each other's nature? Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"Heh…" The Golden Snitch gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "As expected of you, always so frank. It's indeed difficult to completely trust you, but on the contrary, a Thunderbird like this is more reliable."

"Say what you want to say, don't play riddles with me here." The Thunderbird crossed his arms and stared coldly at the other party.

The Golden Snitch sighed deeply. "Thunderbird, regarding the Runespoor, your feelings are as complicated as mine, right? Although he has granted us eternal life, he is constantly using the elixir of life to control us, making us fall into mutual suspicion."

"So?" The Thunderbird seemed to realize what the other party wanted to say, but still looked at him coldly.

"Now the situation that the club has painstakingly built up over the years has been wiped out. I can't predict what the Runespoor will think after learning about this. Maybe he will really abandon the rest of the club and run away himself, as you said." The Golden Snitch's tone was full of颓丧.

"You mean… you want to join forces with me to subdue him?" The Thunderbird asked tentatively.

"Not subdue, but kill him directly!" The Golden Snitch's tone was full of coldness when he said this.

"Kill him? Can you guarantee that you can get the recipe for the elixir of life? If there is no recipe, what is the point of killing him? Isn't that equivalent to suicide?" The Thunderbird snorted disdainfully.

"This is the key point I want to tell you." The Golden Snitch looked at the Thunderbird with a mysterious expression. "I know where the Runespoor hides his recipe! As long as we can kill him, we can each have a copy of the recipe, and in the future we won't need to act according to his wishes anymore!"