Late at night on September 3, 2164, London, England.

In the apse of St. Paul's Cathedral, in the empty hall of the church, Mark M. Watson, president of the British Magical Society, is sitting on a seat covered with a woolen blanket, carefully wiping a strange wand nearly two meters long, two meters long, with a basketball-sized carving of the sun and moon at the top that does not match the slender shaft at all.

The wand was rusty, and even had a few fingernail-sized chips, but Watson wiped it with the finesse and gentleness of a baby.

The moonlight shines through the stained glass on the side of the church, illuminating Watson's face, dressed in a white robe trimmed with rich gold filigree, he looks only in his twenties, his facial features are as delicate as a painting, and most special are his gray eyes, which seem to have the magic power to fall into it at a glance, and his pale blonde hair can fall down on his shoulders, a face that both men and women would feel ashamed of themselves.

Suddenly, Watson stopped, he felt a strange fluctuation, a faint explosion was heard on the west side of the church, and then, the ground began to shake violently, cracks appeared on the top of the church, and the rubble kept falling, and the outside of the church lit up with a dazzling white light, and all the stained glass shattered at the moment of the white light.

Watson tapped the ground with that strange staff, and a white magic circle appeared on the bottom of his feet, and as soon as the light from the circle enveloped him, the entire church was drowned in endless flames.

Watson held the wand of the sun and moon and hovered above the church with a white circle, staring blankly at the shattered enchantment around him.

A black ball of light flew past Watson at a great speed under the cover of the night, and his attention seemed to be completely absorbed by the burning church, and he did not notice the danger of approaching at all.

The ball of light suddenly stopped beside Watson, and then disappeared without a sound.

A few blue flashes flashed, and ten black-robed magicians appeared beside Watson, their position half below Watson's body.

"President. They said respectfully in unison.

Watson didn't say anything, but looked towards where the ball of light came from, and a few hundred meters away in the air stood a white-robed magician, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, and he couldn't really see it.

The two confronted each other in the air for more than ten seconds, the figure flashed, came to Watson, and then lifted his white robe, and the strange thing was that there was nothing under the clothes, and he disappeared.

The black-robed mages tried to chase after them, but Watson stopped them.

"No need to chase, count the losses". Very standard English pronunciation.

The black-robed mages turned into ten black smoke and scattered in all directions.

Watson watched motionlessly as the white robe slowly drifted down in the night breeze and slowly and leisurely into the fire of the church, without making any expression.

An hour later, Watson was still leaning back on the chair covered with a woolen blanket, and John Z. Smith, one of the ten black-robed mages who had just opened, pushed open the door of the hall and walked in, and he glanced around in amazement, and in this short period of time, the church had been restored to its original state, and the stained glass around it showed no signs of shattering, and the earth-shattering fire seemed to be just a dream, as if it had never happened.

"Smith. "Watson's voice is very magnetic, rich and juvenile, but it doesn't hear male or female, like a synthesized standard electronic sound.

Smith let go of his hand when he heard the sound, and the loss inventory report flew into Watson's hand, he tapped the paper with his slender fingers, and the crisp sound echoed in the empty church, Smith knelt on one knee, not daring to look up at Watson's face, Watson is both the president of the British Magical Association and the president of the European Magical Federation, and is the most powerful magician in the entire European continent and even the world.

"Flower of Heaven, I know where you're next. Watson smiled, "Smith, I have a mission for you. ”

A few hours later, Italy, south of Rome.

The Gaius Julius family has lived here for generations, guarding one of the oldest altars in the wizarding world, "Molis", surrounded by a ruined wall, and in the center there is a ten-meter-high black minaret, densely covered with ancient hieroglyphs, and at the bottom of the tower are reliefs of Greek gods. Legend has it that this is one of the birthplaces of magic, where the great ancient magician Gaius Julius Molis (Gaius Julius Moris) realized the first magic, and in the black tower in the center of the altar, there are stored magic weapons that Morris once used, so the Yulius family living nearby protected it as the glory of the family, and ten magicians were stationed to guard the altar at all times.

However, just now, a mushroom cloud rose in this ancient magical mecca, and the flash of the explosion made it seem like daylight, and the powerful shockwave shattered the black spire that symbolized the glory of the Julius family into two sections, and ten magicians in dark red robes fell to the ground, as if they had already died with a whimper.

Watson stood above the altar, staring coldly at the messy altar, the magic weapon in the spire was gone.

"You can't win. He muttered to himself.

Two days later, the special branch of the Asian Magic Federation "Century Dawn".

A girl in a gold dress with shoulder-length black hair smiled and greeted Smith, who was dressed in a black robe and wearing sunglasses. Behind the girl is a splendid villa, a total of three floors, there is a yard of dozens of square meters in front and back of the villa, the yard is planted with a lot of magnolias, Smith paid attention to it when he came, the other villas connected to this villa are not inhabited, and the surrounding houses are vacant.

"Mr. Smith, Director Yan has been waiting for a long time. The maiden said, "Please come in." ”

Smith nodded, the scene around him immediately distorted, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to an imposing library, a vast sea of books neatly arranged on the shelves around the room, this place was a dozen stories high, the position of the ceiling was a star map, and in front of the desk in the middle of the hall sat a white-haired old man in Tang costume, looking at him kindly. Smith's face was not shocked, and his heart was already surging with turbulence, at the moment when he was just teleported, he didn't feel even the slightest fluctuation of magic power, and the girl was not here, if his perception was not wrong, she should have been teleported to other rooms, and at the same time teleported two people to different places, Smith had never seen such exquisite spatial magic. What's more, even now, in Smith's eyes, this kind-looking old man is no different from an ordinary person, and not being able to catch magic fluctuations means that once he makes a move against himself, Smith can't react in advance, and similarly, there is no chance to fight back.

Unlike the coercion exuded by Watson, this old man showed his strength in another way.

"Director Yan Heling. Smith pulled out a stack of papers and placed it on the table, "This is the preliminary investigation report of the European Federation into the attack two days ago." ”

"Oh, do you speak Chinese?" Yan Heling was a little surprised, this Englishman's Mandarin is quite standard.

"I've already learned the general situation from the Asian Federation, compared to what is in this report. Yan Heling simply flipped through the document and put it down, "I'm more concerned about your president, Watson, on what he thinks about this matter. ”

"The chairman's views have been written in the report. "On the day of the attack on the British Magical Society, the president was there, and he had a head-to-head confrontation with the attackers, and the analysis of the other party's technique was also very detailed. ”

Yan Heling frowned, Watson's old fox didn't seem to tell Smith any key information, could it be that he guessed wrong?

"In that case, you should go to the branch of the European Association first and wait for news here, and I will inform you as soon as the results of the divination are out. Yan Heling handed the document back to Smith. Smith put the papers in the inner pocket of his black robe and glanced at the time by the way

"Ten o'clock"

"Director Yan. Smith, who had already turned around to leave, suddenly turned his head, his eyes turning grayish.

"Chairman Watson. Yan Heling's face changed, and he sat upright.

"As I expected, the Asian side has assigned you to deal with this incident. "Smith" naturally pulled out his chair and sat down, "You've already noticed it, the two stolen magic weapons." ”

"Since you have taken his things, it is not surprising that he came to you. Yan Heling said, "You fought with him?"

"Well, he's strong. "Smith" licked his lips and stood up, "Much stronger than you." I want you to find him. You also have a lot to say to him, and I am waiting for your good news in London. ”

Yan Heling didn't say anything, but waved his hand to teleport him out, and at the same time turned the time on Smith's watch back to a minute ago.

Outside the villa, Smith's eyes had returned to their normal color, and he vaguely felt that something had just happened, so he glanced at his watch.

"Ten o'clock"

It seems to be an illusion caused by space magic.

After sending Smith away, Yan Heling grabbed a few times in the air and captured four candles and a tortoise shell.

Standing the candles on the positions of the four spirits and lighting them, Yan Heling used magic to guide the flames of the candles to burn the tortoise shell.

After a while, the tortoise shell burst open with a "bang", and the lines on it vaguely formed a bunch of words, the first two words were Liu Ye, and the back was the eight characters of birth.

"Liu Ye ......"