Compared to the colourful night scene of London, the streets of the black market are particularly gloomy. There are no neon flashes, no car lights, just the same dimness as during the day.

Walking on the not very wide brick paved road, the buildings on both sides are like monsters buried deep in the shadows, whimpering silently and pounced on you.

Even though this is already a relatively wide area in the black market, this sense of oppression caused by crowding still lingers.

Seriously, Asaph didn't like this kind of place—he didn't like it since he was a child.

He shook his head, dissipating some of the memories in his mind and refocusing on the plans that would be implemented later.

And right in front of him, a skinny wizard he didn't know was silently leading the way, and the two barely said a few words along the way.

That's the guy the Werther family sent to him...... Yes, the old master finally asked him to go and see him again.

"Click...... Click...... Click. ”

There was no one around, and the footsteps of the two were particularly clear.

This is a residential area in the middle of the black market, and the buildings on both sides of the road are rumored to be hundreds of years old.

Today, however, most of them have long since been abandoned. It is only because those private property protection contracts are still playing a corresponding magical effect that there is such a large "special area" with extremely low space utilization in the already crowded black market.

In short, it's a rather wasteful place in the black market underneath.

And the Witte family's mansion is located in the depths of this room.

Like the other family mansions in the vicinity, it has been enveloped in the darkness of the black market for many years, and no one knows when it will be left with an empty shell, completely losing the meaning of existence.

Suddenly, the two footsteps paused, and Asaph and the guide turned a corner into a garden that was not very imposing.

That's right, maybe the wizarding families who once lived here were somewhat famous, and even some of them were even glorious for a while. But since these families have finally shrunk to live in this underground black market, it means that their Xuanhe is no longer there.

In fact, only the Blois family, like the one that Maca knew well, were the real winners in the ancient wizard lineage.

Asaph suddenly looked up - I have to say, this Werther mansion is still very imposing. The towering detached towers and intricate stone carvings give a sense of the Germanic style that was born in ancient Rome and the Gothic mystery that followed.

Tonight, most of the windows of this mansion still have a little light from the fire.

"Please wait a moment here."

The wizard who led the way said this, and stepped up the stone steps in front of the main entrance, leaving Asaph in the open space between the vestibule and the mansion for the time being.

The fountain at the door was still bubbling out, but in a place where there was no sunlight, even the flowing water was less crystalline, and a little more gloomy out of thin air.

It wasn't the first time Asaph had been here, but as he had said before, he didn't like the place at all.

Fortunately, the Werther family didn't let him wait too long outside, and after a while, the door of the mansion opened from the inside.

"Please come in, the master of the house invites you to talk in the small hall...... Please come over here. ”

This is no longer the same wizard who led the way, but another one who is older and ...... To be honest, it's a middle-aged wizard who is uglier.

Of course, Asaph didn't care about these little things, after all, he was just another person to lead the way.

Follow them through the antechamber and down a long corridor. When a door was opened for him, Asaph walked in without hesitation.

The door closed behind him again.

"Mr. Asaph, I think I have to say sorry first...... Our conversation seemed to have been interrupted by someone else. ”

In this small hall, the old master of Witt was sitting casually on the sofa, sipping a cup of coffee. When Asaph entered, he looked up at the door, his expression calm.

"Accidents are often irresistible, and I don't care about that." Asaph was not polite, and went straight to the other sofa next to the old master and sat down, "And, actually, I have to apologize, after all, I said goodbye so without saying goodbye at that time. ”

Seeing this, the old man who originally wanted to say "please take a seat" only raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Well, then we don't need to be polite anymore." Old Werther said slowly, "The night is getting deeper, and I'm not used to staying up late...... Then I'll just pick the key points! ”

"Please." Asaph nodded.

"It's nothing, it's just about the deal between us...... Judging by the strength of Macka McKellen, I think your price is probably a little underpriced. ”

The old master's face was still indifferent, and his tone was unremarkable, as if he was haggling for a broken umbrella in a thrift store.

"You want to raise the price halfway?" When Asaph heard this, he couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "Aren't four fragments of the magic book Abatheel enough for your Werther family? Not to mention, I've already given you two of these pages as a deposit. ”

"Oh, I don't think the trade is cheap...... old man said with some earnestness, "but Mr. Asaph, I think you had seen what Namaka McLean was capable of before you left. If we want the Werther family to deal with such wizards, do you think four pages are really enough? ”

"Well......" Asaph frowned, pretending to hesitate, "yes, I did see some, and that McLean's strength is indeed beyond ordinary people's imagination...... But the reserve price given by our 'boss' is four pages, and you agreed to it at first, but now you ......."

He sighed softly, as if embarrassed, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

"You 'boss,'" said the old man of Witt, repeating the word, and asked suddenly, "Mr. Asaph, you mentioned the 'boss' several times in this transaction. Speaking of which, my real deal is still with him...... I wonder if I can meet him directly? ”

"No, I'm afraid it won't work."

As soon as he was asked this question, Asaph's answer became so crisp that he didn't even need to think about it.

"As I said at the beginning, our 'boss' never sees anyone, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity to anyone else. I think you should be able to understand this as well. ”

Just like the Werther family's seclusion, there are still many deeply hidden forces in this world. In fact, most of them do not necessarily possess great inheritance powers, but for various reasons, they strictly maintain the necessary mysteries.

Of course, old Werther can understand this kind of person who doesn't even want to show his face, but he can understand, but it is impossible for Helbo, who is still in the secret room at this time, to understand!

"That'...... Otherwise, it's up to you to ask your 'boss' if he can understand the difficulties on our side. By the way, you also brought me a word to ask him to consider the meeting? ”

However, it seems that Assaph's side has no intention of changing the value of the transaction. It wasn't until Old Werther mentioned it several times in a row that he nodded "reluctantly".

"Mr. Werther, I can promise you to try to convey these words to the 'boss', but I hope you don't expect too much...... Sometimes, our 'boss' is a particularly stubborn person. ”

Seeing that he finally agreed, the old master couldn't help but bow slightly:

"Alright! Well, it would be nice if it could be faster-"

"Werther."

Before the old master's words were finished, a cold voice suddenly came out, completely covering his words.

"Looks like you can't even do this little thing."

When Asaph heard this voice for no reason, he immediately drew his wand and went into a state of alert. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find any sign of anyone else's presence.

"Are you looking for me?"

Asaph, who was scanning around, suddenly turned around, only to see a wizard about the same age as old Werther sitting on another single couch beside him at some point.

And at that moment, he felt a kind of déjà vu pressure from the old wizard's gaze.

That's right, this is the gaze that stared at me through the door panel at that time!

"That McLean is really just an example."

Helmo casually looked at Asaph, and saw that a layer of cold sweat was oozing from the latter's back, but he still glanced at it lightly with his cold eyes.

"Hmph, not only has the true meaning of magic been left in the past, but even the whole world has been occupied by ordinary people who have no talent for magic. Wizards, on the other hand, will only hide in the shadows and entertain themselves......"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

"That means that once I've solved McLean's hurdle, I'll be able to really start accomplishing what I was aiming for. And it's a lot easier to think about than it was a thousand years ago...... Isn't it? ”

It was always not interesting to talk to himself, and at last Helpo turned his head to look at old Werther again, as if to find someone to share his feelings with.

While Old Werther nodded in agreement, Asaph only felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.

……

On the other side, Maca was still in the dark alley, his eyes looking at the end of the alley.

In the shadows in the distance, Miriam vanished with Marius Augustine, who had just woken up.

Maca let them go, and did what she said, and put it very simply. While it was true that he had another purpose in doing so, it undoubtedly required a great deal of self-confidence to do so in Millie's peace of mind.

Of course, she always felt a little bit like this act of letting go of the enemy......

"Well, it's time to call the elves in and make a fuss."