"Which flavor do you prefer?"

The owner of the ice cream parlor asked.

It should be a sunny street, with brilliant light shining on the snow-white tables.

"What's the flavor?"

Hoffa was lying on the table behind the ice cream parlor, full of interest.

"There are two flavors. ”

The boss stood by the big bucket on the left side of the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of light blue and white ice cream spun out of the opening: "This flavor is mint and vanilla flavor, eating it can make you fascinated, invigorated, and full of passion for life!"

Syllable.

The boss put the ice cream in front of Hoffa, turned around and went to another large bucket behind the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of red ice cream swirled out of the machine: "This one, strawberry and rum flavor, although it is not as exciting as the previous one, but it can allow you to find a lasting mild sweetness in the hot summer, which will last for a long time." ”

Two ice creams, one red and one blue, were placed on the snow-white table and were pushed over. The boss asked, "Which one do you want?"

"This ......"

Hoffa hesitated for a moment and waved his hand: "Oh, children only make choices, I want them all." ”

The boss shook his head, "No, our store only sells one flavor, and one person can only choose one." ”

"Hmmm......"

"Hmmm......"

"Hmmm......"

Hoffa was very entangled, he gnawed on his fingernails, looked at the two cups of ice cream with different styles in front of him, thought for a long time, stretched out his finger and pointed to the cup of blue-white mint vanilla flavor: "Forget it, I still want this." ”

"Are you sure?"

The boss asked with a smile pointing to the blue and white ice cream.

"This ....."

Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and finally he looked away and gritted his teeth, "Forget it, I want this." ”

The boss shoved the blue and white ice cream to him, then threw the red ice cream into the trash.

"What are you doing?" shouted Hoffa, "don't give it to me." ”

"It's not that I don't want it, it's that you don't want it. ”

The boss shrugged: "Let's go, we're closed today." ”

Hoffa took the blue and white ice cream in his hand and turned away in frustration. But looking at the ice cream in his hand, he was in a better mood again. I licked it happily, and the moment I entered it, it was like kissing a peerless beauty, and every pore on my body opened comfortably.

"Ah~"

He smiled and licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand, licking and licking, and he suddenly felt that the red ice cream that was not chosen by himself should taste good.

Thinking about it, he began to run back again, wanting to ask the boss if he could find a way to try that flavor of ice cream for himself.

It's really not good, it's okay to turn it out of the trash can and lick it......

But as soon as I walked back, the brilliant sunlight disappeared, and the red color could not be dissolved in all directions, and the air was like flesh that had been cut open.

Back at the ice cream parlor, the originally neat and bright bar counter was crawling with black and red veins, and every corner of the wall was covered with dark red blood and unknown human tissue, as terrible as diseased internal organs.

The ice cream parlor has been completely transformed into a slaughterhouse.

Countless flies buzzed and fluttered, and cockroaches crawled everywhere.

The ice cream in Hoffa's hand fell to the ground in fright, and he walked very slowly to the place where the trash can was originally placed, and in the bucket, there was no red ice cream, only a bloody human head.

"Ahh

......

......

The screams were drowned out by the sound of car horns.

Hoffa's eyes snapped open. Holding his chest tightly, it was all cold sweat up and down.

He was sitting in a bus, and the scenery outside the window was fleeting, with tall buildings and dark nights. The young man reflected on the glass had a cold sweat on his head, and his golden eyes were full of fear.

After a few moments, he let go of his hand and pulled out a round glass ball from his chest, and the monster inside the ball was quietly scrutinizing him.

Another nightmare.

Damn it!

He shoved the orb back into his chest and didn't want to say a word.

The god of nightmares did not break his promise, as long as he accidentally fell asleep, he would definitely have nightmares. This is already the third nightmare he has accidentally had in the past few days.

Heavy on the shoulders.

Looking sideways, the long burgundy hair hung down from his shoulders to his chest, and he could hear the gentle breathing of the red hair, and his heart was a little calmer, and the nun was sleeping soundly beside him.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

A low laugh rang out from his side.

Hoffa lifted his head from his shoulders and poked his head out unhappily, and in the dim light of the bus, several little boys and girls sitting next to him were shaking their calves and snickering at him.

"What are you laughing at!?"

Hoffa lowered his voice and reprimanded.

The little girl looked at him and made a shaved gesture.

"People are small and big!"

Hoffa reprimanded again, in exchange for more grimaces.

He sat back helplessly, the nun had already woken up, was rubbing her eyes and yawning, and when she saw him sit down, she smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned him to relax.

At this time, the driver driving in front of him said, "Sir, Tower Bridge has arrived, do you plan to go down in the South or the North End?"

"Just get off the bridge. Hoffa replied. "I'll just walk the rest by myself. ”

“OK。 ”

The driver stepped on the brakes, and the bus slowly stopped on the bridge deck between the two towers, and below the bridge deck, the rushing Thames River. Not far from the river, the British warship "Belfast" was still parked, and the battleship was brightly lit.

It had been a week since they had killed Mance, and after no opponent had stopped him, he had sent Chloe to his destination, London, England, in just a few days.

However, in order to hide his eyes, he did not use any magic means, but chartered a bus and rode to this place after more than a year of absence.

After paying the driver, Hoffa took the nun and the group of children out of the car, and the children ran around with great interest as soon as they got out of the car, seeing that everything was new.

When a cargo ship passed Tower Bridge in London, and the bridge deck below Tower Bridge opened, they let out an exclamation in unison.

As the bus drove away, Hoffa asked Chloe, "How can I get in touch with Nicol Lemay?"

"I don't know, Delfina told me that if I go back to London, someone will come to pick me up. ”

Hoffa: "......."

Chloe seemed quite natural, standing on Tower Bridge and looking out at the buildings in the distance: "I haven't been here in many, many years, why don't you take me around?"

"Okay, let's turn around. ”

Hoffa didn't have any good ideas, he gathered the group of children and didn't let them run around. Then he took Chloe and the group of children for an aimless stroll around London.

London in 1943 was far from what it was in later years, with luxury cars and designer stores lining the streets, perhaps a decade backwards. But the devastation of the war left the whole city in a bleak atmosphere.

However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population is still not comparable to that of a small city like Bournemouth. He could see countless scaffolds on Big Ben in the distance, black cars running around him, pedestrians mostly with black umbrellas, looking numb and hurried, and all the walls he could see were plastered with signs of conscription. Only the occasional glow of neon lights on the side of the road and a few hanging branches of pine trees remind Hoffa that Christmas time is not too far away.

But none of this affected Chloe's mood, she put her hands behind her back, walked backwards in front of Hoffa, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going after that?"

"It's not clear yet. ”

Elder Hofa honestly replied that the Ministry of Magic had not yet arrived, and he was reluctant to think about his plans for the future until he sent the nun away completely.

"Is there anything you'd like to do? She turned, shoulder-to-shoulder with Hoffa.

"What do you want to do?"

"yes, it's the future life, dreams or something?"

"What are you asking for?"

"This battle can't go on endlessly, and when the war is over, you have to settle down, but you can't keep floating. ”

"Well, go back to Noble and continue to make alchemical weapons and stuff with him......" Hoffa said uncertainly.

"Do you just do this kind of thing for the rest of your life?"

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa scratched his head, noncommittal.

But Chloe looked at him with some reluctance, so he thought about it for a while and said, "Actually, I want to go and open a shop, in the wizarding market, and sell all kinds of things. ”

"What are you selling?"

"Hmm..... Potions, probably. ”

Hoffa subconsciously said his choice: "What do you think?" ”

"That's good, when this war is over, I'll open a monastery, and then you open a potion shop next to me, and we can be neighbors. ”

"Are you a neighbor? But I don't have the surname Wang. ”

He muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Chloe asked, puzzled.

"Nothing. ”

Hoffa was amused by the meme that only he knew: "I'm talking nonsense." ”

"That's right,"

Chloe stopped abruptly, and the two stopped him as they passed a fountain in Prancing Horse Square, their expressions becoming somewhat serious.

"What's wrong. "Hoffa is alert.

"You said that when you go back to London, you will tell me the reason for sending me, can you say it now?"

"Ahem...... You haven't forgotten ......."

Hoffa coughed a few times, and countless words flashed through his mind for a moment. After thinking about it for a long time, he almost cleared his thoughts and straightened his expression: "I have one, a very good ........"

"Chloe!!"

A cry of surprise interrupted the small talk.

Looking up, a group of men in standard Muggle suits spun out from behind a row of public telephone booths downstairs in the distance. A bald head walked out of the crowd, still a tall female bald head. She waved excitedly to the two of them.

"Look here!!"

It took a while for Hoffa to recognize the bald woman, who was Fatil's secretary, Delfina, who had given her escort duties in France.

She wears a lace skirt with a black frilled high neckline, the skirt may be 19th century, but it looks inexplicably fashionable, and her waist is straight and poised.

Then, another unusually old man, hunched over his waist, looked at the crowd with a smile from behind the bald woman, holding a cane.

The old man still has hair, just cut it very short. Hoffa could see his brown scalp through his sparse white hair. When he laughed, two rows of teeth were exposed, only two or three fell out of the bottom and back.

However, what impressed him the most was the old man's eyes, which seemed to him to have left no traces of time, and there was no cloudiness or godlessness at all. Instead, he is as clear as a young man.

Huo Fazhi stopped chatting and his expression became serious. Even if he didn't say it, he knew who it was, Nicol Lemay, one of the most famous alchemists of all time.

The bald woman Delfina walked up to the old man with a quick meteor, stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe, and praised, "Look, I said it was right to leave this matter to him, right?"

The old man ignored her, he looked at Chloe and opened his arms to hug her, but Chloe took a step back, hid behind Hoffa, and said with some embarrassment: "Long time no see, grandfather." ”

The gesture of inexplicable resistance made Nicolame a little embarrassed, he withdrew his arm and stretched out his hand to Hoffa: "I've heard of you for a long time, I only saw you today, thank you so much for your help, thank you so much." ”

"Well, no thanks. Hoffa shook the palm of his hand, which was as old as the bark of a tree, "You're younger than I thought. ”

"You're taller than I thought you would be, and you're a little more handsome. Nicolame took him with both hands.

Hoffa pursed his lips, too lazy to be polite, he let go of a position and pushed Chloe out, "It's over, I don't want to bother more, I don't have after-sales service, so if something happens in the future, don't look for me again." ”

"Nature..... Nature....."

"That's for sure. ”

Both Delfina and Nicol laughed, only Chloe bowed her head and turned a little pale.

Hoffa didn't want to stay here too long, anyway, Nicol Lemay took care of Chloe, it must be much more reliable than him as a temporary bodyguard. After all, in the past six months, I haven't seen any benefits at all, and I have struggled to fight countless strange wizards and monsters, and I almost put my life into it.

This kind of stupid thing, Hoffa thinks it is enough to do it once in a lifetime.

As for what the current Minister of Magic, Fatil, would do with her abilities, he probably knew, but he didn't want to get involved, because he didn't want to see the man at all.

After pushing Chloe to Nicolamay's side, he planned to leave immediately. However, as soon as he turned back and took two steps, a shout came from behind him:

"Wait a minute. ”

Looking back, I saw Chloe greet Nicol Lemay very politely, ran to Hoffa's side in three steps and two steps, and asked quickly: "Do you have any wishes that you can't fulfill yourself, and I hope I will help you achieve them." ”

After a pause, she added, "Tell me, if I can do it, I will help you!"

"Ah......h

Hoffa put his hands behind his back and looked down at his shoelaces, his expression a little melancholy. But when he looked up, his face was already full of bright smiles: "Actually, no, it's nice to meet you, Miss Lemay." ”

Chloe didn't smile, she stood in the cold air and looked at him seriously, "Is that all?"

Hoffa glanced at the crowd behind her and sighed secretly, he wanted to hug her, he knew that Chloe would definitely not refuse, but the impulse eventually turned into restraint, he ended up just patting the nun on the shoulder, "Go back." ”

"Goodbye, then, Mr. Bach. ”

"Goodbye. ”

She slowly walked back to the waiting line, and Nicol Lemay untied his robe and draped it over her, put his arm on her shoulder, and nodded at Hoffa, who nodded in greeting.

Crackling.

There was a soft thud.

Nicolame, along with Chloe and the children, turned into a puff of green smoke, and the apparition vanished.

Only the bald woman was left at the scene, looking at him with a smile.