Arno looked at the two of them who flew away on a broomstick in the distance, he let out a long breath, the werewolf side has finally come to an end, maybe he should have a good rest, he couldn't help but think so, although this is not realistic, since the werewolf has been solved, then the Brotherhood can start to help James issue a child labor protection law in the London Parliament, although Arno's intuition told him that the wolf sparing matter was not so simple to end, but at this time, the nobleman behind him did not have the protection of the wolf rao, it was the best moment to break him！

"Gather up the wolf's corpse, dig a hole, and bury it. ”

Arno turned around and explained to the Assassins around him, and he couldn't help but feel angry as he looked at the three Assassins who were hiding on the sidelines, trying to reduce his presence.

"You'd better have figured out how to take responsibility for your actions!" Arno sneered at the trio, and before they could reply, he turned away neatly, leaving the three helpless assassins standing.

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In a golden room, a red gemstone hand held a metal ball with golden light, the ball was full of mysterious and beautiful grooves, the obvious calluses on the palm, and the high raised knuckles, all strongly indicated that this was a pair of male hands, and the owner of the palm looked at it with that greedy gaze, and muttered: "How dazzling, beautiful, and powerful it is......"

The face of the owner of the palm of his hand slowly filled with hideousness: "It's useless old Frank, you lowly, lowly freak! You are trying to betray your noble master! I think dying in battle is already the greatest gift to you!"

At the end, he looked at the ball with a fascinated gaze, as if he saw a god he believed in: "I think this must be a gift from the Lord, who let me get you, and the Lord must be very disgusted with these freaks who have failed to create! That's why he sent you to my side to help remove these freaks from this world! This world doesn't need these disorderly monsters! In this civilized society, everyone must obey order! Are you right, my baby?"

The ball emitted golden light around it, and it stayed quietly in the hand of the man.

The man reluctantly took his eyes off the ball, got up from the chair carved with gold mahogany, put the ball in his hand into the box made of pure gold on the cabinet beside him, then sat down on the chair again, picked up a cigar from the side and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Schward!"

As the man's voice fell, in the wide living room not far from him, a whirlpool appeared out of thin air, and a man in a black robe with dark red curly hair appeared from the whirlpool, and he knelt on the ground in front of the man, and shouted respectfully: "Reverence your call, noble master!"

If Megan had seen the black-robed man's face here at this time, he would have discovered that it was this wizard who had attacked him in the warehouse and fled with his target.

But now he was not imposing in the warehouse, he was now staring feverishly at the man sitting in the luxurious chair, as if he had seen Merlin, but the golden light that flashed from time to time in his eyes showed that it was not his own will.

The man in the seat slid a match and lit the cigar on his mouth, he threw away the match, took a deep puff of the cigar, and then looked at the kneeling wizard with a thick white smoke: "Get up, Schward." ”

Schward stood up and stood respectfully in front of the man: "May I ask the master, do you have any tasks that the humble Schward needs to do?"

The man looked contemptuously at the once invincible wizard: "Ha, Your Excellency, who was once extremely noble, finally has to lie at my feet like a dog!"

Schward humbly bowed to the man and looked at him eagerly: "I think this is the most fortunate thing in my life to be the owner of your dog!"

The man spat out a puff of smoke and looked at him sharply: "Oh, Schward, I have to, I'm very disappointed in you now, look at the Frank you introduced me who can't even walk steadily, I thought they were really like it, they are the most powerful warriors in the wizarding world! Ha, these strongest warriors in the wizarding world, even those who are just physically strong assassins have been defeated! Even the entire family has been slaughtered!"

Schward knelt on the ground violently, with a little trepidation and trembling: "I'm sorry master, I was stupid to think that I could trust those werewolves, but the honor disappointed the master, please punish me!"

The man crossed Erlang's legs with a frightening smile on his face: "So, I think you know what you should do, right?"

Schwarder nodded tremblingly, and with a trembling hand, he stretched out his left hand, which was hidden in the black robe, revealing a palm with only four fingers, and his ring finger was broken together, as if it had been cut off by a sharp knife.

He held up his left palm, took his cane from his bosom with his right hand, aimed it at the thumb on his left palm with a trembling hand, and whispered the incantation: "FlashBlade!"

As a white flash streaked across his palm, a scarlet appeared from the joint where the finger connected to the palm, and in the next moment, the thumb fell weakly from the palm to the ground, and blood sprayed out of the smooth wound like a fountain.

"Ah~!!"

Schward clutched his left hand tightly and crawled to his knees on the ground, not even caring that the wand that the wizard regarded as a second life fell to the ground, but lay there and let out a suppressed sword

The man in the chair, leaning back on the back, half-closed eyes, listened to Schward's screams with a look of enjoyment, and the hand holding the cigar kept waving in the air, as if playing this elegant tune.

Schward slowed down, weakly picked up his wand and lightly touched the wound, which was still spraying blood, and in just a few seconds, it quickly scarred.

The man stopped playing in the air, he took a deep puff of his cigar, glanced sideways, and said to Quan Han: "Mr. Schward, have you forgotten what to do next?

Schward resignedly knelt in front of the man, reached out and picked up the thumb that was still spilling blood on the ground: "I'm sorry, master, I'll do it right now!"

The man looked at the wizard who was devouring his thumb, and couldn't help but open his mouth to let out a piercing laugh: "Hahahaha, Master Schward, who once wantonly broke into my house and treated us Muggle lives like ants, will also have this, hahahahaha!"