Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

The two young Cullens had just mentioned Michael King Seprano in the break room, and as they walked out of the lounge, Matthew caught a glimpse of the fat wizard standing at the end of the hallway.

Considering his identity, Matthew Cullen made up his mind to ignore the fat wizard.

But Sir Friedman doesn't seem to think so:

"If you're going to face an opponent who is much stronger than you, first let them know that you respect him. That way, even if you can't reach an agreement, you have a good chance of getting out of the way. ”

"Privately, you can quietly consider what type of curse to use on him without leaving a trace. On the bright side, you should hug like old friends. ”

"So, now, say hello to him, cousin. ”

......

......

Seprano is not alone.

Beside him stood a young wizard of similar stature, but slightly shorter, with no trim on his robes. It was that Andrew Taylor from Quebec. The young wizard wore colorful magic rings on his ten fingers, and had an unruly expression on his face that showed little respect even when he looked at Sir Friedman.

Compared to him, Seprano was much more cautious.

"Good night, Mike. Sir Friedman bowed slightly, and greeted the fat wizard who passed by.

"Ann, sir. Seprano tugged at the fat on his cheeks and said hello with the same effort.

Sir Friedman turned to the side slightly, and Matthew Cullen stepped forward, pressed his abdomen with one hand, and bowed his head slightly: "Merlin bless you, Your Excellency." ”

Seprano didn't have any expression on his face, just nodded slightly.

The whole time, Andrew Taylor was cowering in the shadow of the last corner, as if that would make him invisible. And the others, including Seprano, didn't bother the wolf cub either.

It wasn't until the two Bloods' figures disappeared behind the corner at the end of the corridor that the young werewolf quietly moved to Seprano's side.

"He must be planning something, my lord. Andrew Taylor leaned into Seprano's ear and whispered, "I could smell the rich Machiavellian scent of those two vampires from a long distance." ”

Machiavelli is a famous dark wizard in the history of witchcraft, known for his intrigue and intrigue.

The fat wizard waved his hand nonchalantly.

"People always overestimate Machiavelli," a mocking smile hung over his lips, "The reason why conspirators are conspirators is because they don't have enough strength to carry out their schemes." If Sir Friedman smells of Louis XIV, I really need to worry about it. ”

"After spending a long time in this college, you will realize that 'action and initiative lead to success, not blood'. Ancient traditions come and go, and there are many adventures, but few actually take action. ”

"Look inside the castle. ”

"The heirs of the great families with their chins raised and their square steps like male ducks, they do not squint and do not even know the difference between faith and honor. ”

"Look at the energetic friends around us. ”

"What else can you worry about?"

Andrew Taylor bowed his head tamely, listening to Serplano's education, and even claimed to be. It's as if you're hearing a quote from life. On his wrist, a colorful Ouroboros tattoo crept down to the base of his thumb, and his head landed on his thumb, as if he was also listening to the fat wizard's teachings.

After sighing with emotion, Seprano changed his words: "Do you know why I called you here today?"

"Obey your commands, Your Excellency. Andrew Taylor immediately replied respectfully, as if the words had been hidden in his throat for a long time, waiting to come out and walk around.

The fat wizard gave a rare laugh:

"You don't look like a wolf, but like a hound with a wagging tail. ”

Andrew Taylor didn't have the slightest look of offense on his face, but replied with a little solemnity: "Loyalty and protection are the admonitions of the Taylor family, and this is one of the reasons why we are considered heretics by other werewolf tribes. ”

Seprano nodded slightly.

"Very well," the fat wizard led him around the corner into a slightly thinly decorated lounge, whispering as he walked, "In recent days, wandering wizards have been selling a batch of 'flesh and blood of those who exist in the depths of the stars' in the wandering bar...... Of course, as always, these things don't come from very legitimate. ”

As he spoke, Serprano tore off the gray flannel covering a portrait on the wall.

"To be precise, those 'goods' flow out of legitimate institutions. A slightly oily voice immediately came from behind the flannel: "The order established by the Wizarding Alliance works smoothly because it can take into account all places where the sun and shadow shroud. ”

The fat wizard tilted his head slightly to the portrait: "Good night, Mr. Wandering Wizard." ”

"Good night, hope for Alpha Academy. The wandering wizard replied complimentarily, and then gushed out, "As I told you before, those flesh and blood are very good catalysts and circles base, and many obscure branches of magic use them as their main materials...... Even if you don't have a place to need it, the elders of the Fish-Man Tribe will be willing to pay a lot of gold to buy it back from you. ”

Hearing this, Andrew Taylor, who had been hanging his hands and staying behind, felt a little sudden in his heart, and felt that he had grasped a little background of this conversation.

The wandering wizard has gotten a shipment of contraband out of nowhere and wants to sell it to Seprano, or or, through Seprano, to the Fish-Man Tribe of Bell Lake at a high price, as it is known, that Seprano now holds the only channel for illegal trade with the Fish-Man Tribe.

But why did you call yourself?

Almost at the same time, Seprano solved the doubts in his heart.

"His name is Andrew, Andrew Taylor, and he will be my representative at the secret auction at the Wandering Bar on Monday night. The fat wizard leaned sideways to the portrait on the wall to introduce the young werewolf behind him, while explaining to the portrait of the wandering wizard, "The Blood Friends have an important meeting on Monday night, and I can't miss it. ”

"Very interesting. The wandering wizard tugged at the brim of his hat and greeted Andrew, "Taylor, Taylor, ah, is it the Taylor family of Edmonton in Middlesex?"

The corners of the young werewolf's mouth twitched.

Someone always confused his surname with that old magical family in England.

"No, it's the Taylor family from Quebec, the Moonless family. Andrew Taylor corrected in a stiff tone.

"Oh, Quebec Taylor, yes, yes, Taylor's house is a janitor. The wandering wizard was really knowledgeable, and in a blink of an eye, he confirmed Andrew's roots, and at the same time politely invited: "Then at half past eight on Monday night, wandering, waiting for your visit." ”

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