Hunting High School

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.

The two young vampires of the Karen family had just mentioned Mike King Soprano in the lounge. After walking out of the lounge, Matthew saw the fat wizard standing at the end of the corridor.

Considering his own status, Matthew Karen made up his mind to ignore the fat wizard.

But Sir Friedman seems to think otherwise:

"If you are going to face an opponent who is much stronger than you, you must first let the other party know that you respect him. In this way, even if there is no way to reach an agreement, you will have a great deal of confidence to get out unscathed."

"In private, you can quietly consider which type of curse to use on him without leaving a trace. On the surface, you should hug like old friends."

"So, now, say hello to him, cousin."

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...

Soprano is not alone.

Beside him stood a young wizard of similar build, but slightly shorter, with no fringe on his robes. It was Andrew Taylor from Quebec. The young wizard wore colorful magic rings on his ten fingers, and he had a rebellious expression on his face. Even when he looked at Sir Friedman, he didn't have much respect.

Compared with him, Soprano was much more cautious.

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

"Ann, sir." Soprano greeted with the same effort as he tugged at the fat on his cheek.

Sir Friedman turned his body slightly, and Matthew Karen took a step forward, put one hand on his stomach, and lowered his head slightly: "Merlin bless you, Your Excellency."

There was no expression on Soprano's face, just nodded slightly.

During the whole process, Andrew Taylor has been huddled in the shadow of the back corner, as if this will make him invisible to others. And the others, including Soprano, did not bother the wolf cub.

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

"He must be planning something, my lord." Andrew Taylor leaned into Soprano's ear at the right time, and whispered, "I smelled the strong Machiavelli scent on those two vampires from a long distance away. "

Machiavelli is a famous dark wizard in the history of wizards, and he is famous for his intrigues and tricks.

The fat wizard waved his hand indifferently.

"Everyone always overestimates Machiavelli." There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "The reason why conspirators are conspirators is because they don't have enough strength to carry out their schemes. If Sir Friedman's body emits With a smell of Louis XIV, I really need to worry a little bit."

"After staying in this academy for a long time, you will understand that 'action and aggressiveness can bring success, not blood'. The ancient inheritance comes and goes, and there are many adventures, but few people actually act."

"Look inside the castle."

"Those big family heirs with their chins raised and square steps, like male ducks, they don't look sideways, and they don't even know the difference between belief and honor."

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"Look around us again, those partners who are working hard."

"What else can you worry about?"

Andrew Taylor bowed his head docilely, listening to Soprano's education, he even claimed yes. It was as if he had heard the most reasonable words in life. On his wrist, a colorful Ouroboros tattoo quietly slid to the root of his thumb, and his head rested on his thumb, as if he was also listening to the teachings of the fat wizard.

After expressing his emotions, Soprano changed his subject: "Do you know why I called you here today?"

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

The fat wizard gave a rare laugh:

"You don't look like a wolf, you look like a hound wagging its tail."

Andrew Taylor didn't look offended at all. Instead, he replied slightly solemnly: "Loyalty and protection are the teachings of the Taylor family, and this is one of the reasons why we are regarded as heretics by other werewolf tribes."

Soprano nodded slightly.

"Very good," the fat wizard led him around the corner, into a lounge with a slightly thin decoration, and whispered as he walked, "In the past few days, wandering wizards will sell a batch in the wandering bar." The flesh and blood of the descendants of those who exist in the depths of the starry sky'... Of course, as always, the origin of these things is not very legal."

While speaking, Soprano tore off the gray velvet covering a portrait on the wall.

"To be precise, those 'goods' flowed from legal institutions." A slightly oily voice came from behind the flannel immediately: "The reason why the order established by the Wizarding Union runs smoothly is because it can accommodate All the places where the sun and shadows cover."

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

"Good night, Hope of Alpha Academy." The wandering wizard replied flatteringly, and then continued: "As I told you before, those flesh and blood are very good catalysts and the foundation of magic circles. Branches will use them as the main materials... Even if you don't need them yourself, the Elders of the murloc tribe will definitely be willing to spend a lot of gold to buy them back from you."

Hearing this, Andrew Taylor, who had been staying behind with his hands down all the time, felt a bit stunned, feeling that he had grasped a bit of the background of this conversation.

The wandering wizard got a batch of contraband from somewhere, and wanted to sell it to Soprano, or, through Soprano, sell it at a high price to the murloc tribe in Linzhong Lake—as we all know, Soprano is now Holds the only channel for illegal trade with the murloc tribe.

But why did you call yourself here?

Soprano solved the doubts in his heart almost at the same time.

"His name is Andrew, Andrew Taylor. As my representative, he will participate in the secret auction of the Wandering Bar on Monday night." The fat wizard introduced the young werewolf behind him to the portrait on the wall, and at the same time explained to the portrait of the wandering wizard: "The Hemophilia has an important meeting on Monday night, and I can't miss it."

"Very interesting." The homeless wizard tugged at the brim of his own hat, and greeted Andrew: "Taylor, Taylor, ah, is this the Taylor family from Edmonton, Middlesex?"

The corner 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 Yuexia family." Andrew Taylor corrected with a stiff tone.

"Oh, Quebec Taylor, that's right, Taylor's house is the janitor." The wandering wizard really has a lot of knowledge, and he confirmed Andrew's background in a blink of an eye, and at the same time politely invited: "Then at 8:30 on Monday night , Wander around, and look forward to your visit."