Percival frowned as he thought about the words in his head, and then he was surprised to find that he couldn't find any kind of praise with melon seeds at the end, but he still felt that Eric was making too much of a fuss: "Hmm...... I can't think of it yet, but if you give me a moment, I'll definitely think of it!"

Eric shook his head helplessly: "Come on, Percival, our focus is not on this, but I sincerely hope that you will forget the word Muggle......"

"Eric, I think you're a little too sensitive, maybe our ancestors coined the word with contempt, but with the change of times, this time the word is no longer discriminatory. Candela couldn't understand why Eric was the way he was, but that didn't stop her from speaking up.

Eric rode on a broomstick and looked at the two friends he had known since childhood, and he suddenly realized that maybe he had lived in a different world from them from the beginning, even if he entered Hogwarts and became a wizard, it could not change the fact that he was born in the world of ordinary people, after all, the time when Hogwarts recruited students was when the children were ten years old, and in this era, ten-year-old children have long been sensible and have their own ideas, which led to his three views and way of thinking and his living environment in the wizarding world, which were incomprehensible to his two pure-blood wizard friends。

"Maybe you won't be able to have this kind of experience, so you'll never get to know what it's like for us who were born into ordinary families, who are also so-called mudbloods, to feel!"

Percival felt the humiliation and anger in Eric's heart, and he tried to comfort him, but Eric didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Maybe you don't think Muggle is a big deal, after all, that's what you've been calling ordinary people who have no magical talent since you were a kid, right? But to me, whenever you say the word Muggle, I feel like you're insulting my dead parents! If your parents were randomly put in the hat of a fool, would you still think it didn't matter?!"

Percival and Candela were stunned by Eric's words, because they had never thought of it, and they thought in their minds what they would do if they met someone who insulted their parents in front of them?

No doubt they won't hesitate to draw their wands and cast a curse on this guy to make him realize how outrageous his mistake is!

But Eric is not facing just one person, but all the pure-blood wizards in the entire wizarding world, and he is not in a position to teach those who dare to insult him.

Percival gave Eric's deep look: "I understand, Eric, I apologize for my previous remarks, from now on, that word will never come out of my mouth, and I will convince my husband and mother not to say it again, and in the future, I will also teach my children not to allow him to say such words!"

Candela nodded his head vigorously: "Me too, and I will convince my parents later, I'm sorry we ignored your feelings, but you have to believe it, we didn't mean to......"

Eric smiled and shook his head, "Of course I know you didn't mean to, otherwise how could we be friends?" Thank you for your understanding, but I think we've been on it long enough, we'd better hurry up now, right?"

Percival and Candela couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they looked at Eric as he regained his smile on his face, at least Eric wasn't really angry with them, they nodded, pressed down the broomstick handle, and flew the broom to the Assassins on the ground.

But they didn't notice that Eric's smile was now a little more imperceptible alienation and strangeness......

........................

"Henry, I'm glad you got here on time, I think you're ready to enter the forest, aren't you?" said Arno, pestle and cane toward Eric, who had dismounted from his broomstick.

Eric walked up to Arno, put his hand on his chest, and saluted Arno: "Allow me to introduce myself once more, Eric, Eric Jane Granger, it is a pleasure to be of your service. ”

Arno looked amusedly at Eric who was heading towards his luggage, and although he already knew his real name, he still said, "Erik...... Is the name Henry your stage name?"

Listening to Arno's ridicule, he didn't know why, he had a feeling at this moment, as if the Lord Arno in front of him could understand his feelings and thoughts better than the two Posival who grew up with him, as if he was the friend who grew up with him since childhood.

Eric winked at Arno: "Your Excellency, you have to admit that in this chaotic era, everyone who walks outside needs to have a name for the outside world, right?"

Arno shrugged his shoulders, not agreeing or denying Eric's words, but pointed to the assassins behind him, who had already smeared themselves with juice, and said, "Let's forget about it, we're ready to face those werewolves, what about you?"

Eric smiled confidently: "We are ready from the beginning of the journey, our first step, what should we do?"

Arno nodded, and turned to look at the Epin Forest, "So what are we waiting for? Ride your broomsticks to the werewolf stronghold! Remember, if you are in danger, leave us alone, I will allow you to leave!"

Eric greeted the two friends behind him, signaling that they were now ready to go, and then reached out and summoned his broom to his hand: "I'll remember, after all, I'm a person who is afraid of death, aren't I, then, we'll see you in the werewolf stronghold, Lord Arno!"

Arnold looked at the three Eric slowly rising into the air, let out a long breath, reached out and took off the top hat on his head, put it on a carriage beside him, pulled out a gold-rimmed olecranon hood from the back of his neck and put it on his head, hiding his appearance in the hood, and then he turned to look at a straight assassin standing behind him, he took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Brothers! Perhaps, one of us will fall in this forest forever, perhaps, one of us will be greatly hurt here, but, for the sake of the creed! I am willing to give everything I have, even my life!"

"For the Creed !!!"