"What's going on?"

Crowley was taken aback.

He recognized the newspaper in his hand, the Daily Owl, which was quite influential in the extraordinary world of Greenwich and the entire Kingdom of Albion, mainly aimed at the extraordinary forces and occultists in various regions, and was known for its high timeliness and accuracy. The above content is generally not untargeted, but ......

How could this news spread so quickly?

Moreover, Golden Dawn has a split tendency because of the defeat of the teacher? Is this true? Although he knew that there had always been a tradition of forming gangs and fighting each other within the association. The Golden Dawn was originally founded by the three founders, and the members were "acquaintances invited", and it is understandable that there were disagreements between small groups, but the scale of this competition has so far remained as common in the "industry" of magical associations, why did it suddenly ......

Crowley smelled intrigue and chaos. He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the other party.

The old man had only a tattered robe, and looked more like a vagabond or a beggar than his embarrassed self; But if you look closely, you will find that even though he is in the wilderness, there is not a trace of dust on his clothes.

The old man's beard was a mess, both hair and mustache, which grew very thick, and his eyes and mouth were narrowed into a slit, almost obscured by the dull yellow hair.

The Death Worm had indeed intended to eat Crowley, and for it, the humans passing by here were a rare fresh delicacy; But......

"It seems that after all these years, my students still haven't grown much."

The old man's footsteps were vain, and he staggered to the stagnant monster. One finger touched the skin of the giant worm, and the dark red mouth cavity that was wriggling at the other end dimmed for a moment. The giant worm collapsed as if petrified, losing signs of life.

Crowley stabilized his mind and respectfully saluted the "Hanged Man".

As for the students that the other party was talking about, Lawley naturally did not think that he was talking about himself - although he was serving the other party's daily life with all his heart during this time, not much different from a student or a servant.

I am afraid that it is the legendary wizard who transformed this death worm...... Steppenwolf's Illiktra Evelyn turned out to be his former student. Crowley silently took this information to heart.

"Mr. Howard, thank you for your help."

The other party didn't like the title "Hanged Man", and Crowley never mentioned it in front of him.

"Aleister, where's your teacher?"

The old man ignored his acknowledgment and went straight to the point.

“...... Sorry, I don't know. ”

Crowley shook his head. Of course, this is lying—he asked tentatively.

"What's the matter? I can relay it for you. ”

"Naturally, I want to thank him."

Mr. Howard yawned and sat down on his ass, leaning against the corpse of the giant worm, which had become cold and stiff after death.

"After all, he dug me out of the 'underground grave'. But after I woke up, I never had time to meet him, don't you think it's a pity? ”

Crowley didn't answer immediately.

The teacher would not be willing to meet an outsider at all—unless it was someone he was interested in. And the Howard in front of him is "a boring guy" in the teacher's mouth; Therefore, the relationship between the two is just taking advantage of each other, and the foundation of cooperation is quite weak.

However, the existence of the "Hanged Man" involves an important plan that has been prepared by the teacher and even the decision-makers of the Reverse Cross for a long time, so McQueen Mathers will send his students to him to inquire about information......

Regardless of the usefulness of this blatant temptation, Crowley, who can be called a "hostage" in a sense, has to live in fear every day and every night. It's been a year now, and although I've suffered a lot of sins in the middle, I'm gradually getting used to it.

"The news of your teacher's defeat by Rasputin has spread throughout Greenwich's occult world."

“…… How exactly did this get revealed? ”

The old man replied with a smile, even a slight hint:

- "Of course I said it. ”

The answer that made no secret of his malice made Crowley choke up and knew how to answer.

"In this way, the fame of Novich Raspuchin, who was once unknown to outsiders, will soon spread throughout most of the wizarding world and become a "hot" figure......

"According to my estimates, most of the associations and orders on both sides of the North Sea of the Main Continent now know this name; It was only a matter of time before the people of the Holy See were recorded on the list of thorns. ”

Mr. Howard continued.

"However, although I had expected that your arrogant and arrogant teacher would suffer at the hands of Raspuchin, I did not expect him to lose so badly......"

- "Could it be that he has become weak lately?" ”

The other party's words seem to have a deep meaning. Crowley's forehead couldn't stop oozing cold sweat, his palms were cold, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"You should be glad that your teacher didn't continue to possess you." The old man grinned, showing a smile that was definitely not unkind, "Otherwise, even I would want to try it." It is a rare opportunity to step on the throne of the famous 'preacher', but I didn't expect this honor to be taken away by the man who never showed his face. ”

Crowley continued to remain silent.

What else could he say, or rather, what else would he dare to say? He only wished that his ears were deaf, and he didn't hear a word of what he had just said.

He was now indeed beginning to rejoice, as Mr. Howard had said, that the teacher's consciousness was not on him—or else, such a blunt mockery would have angered McQueen Mathers.

Regardless of whether he can kill the other party for the time being, according to the teacher's character, even if the consequence is to pull his student's body to lose his life, I am afraid that he will choose to shoot blatantly.

Crowley sighed.

The young man realized that although he had only lost consciousness for a very short time, the teacher's departure had indeed shaken his image in his mind.

"I beg your pardon if my question is rude...... I wonder, why are you doing this? ”

"Don't you understand?"

Mr. Howard glanced at him.

"You're still quite clever, don't hide it from me, I know you've already guessed the answer. Naturally, I trust my own partners more than your teachers. ”

Crowley blinked.

And so it was. His teacher had long doubted the identity of the "partner" in the Hanged Voice, the chief priest who symbolized the wheel of fate in the reverse cross. But in the past, he would never have guessed that it was Novich Rasputin who defeated the teacher......

Did that lord also betray the magic tower?

But why did the hanged man say it in front of himself? It is impossible for the other party not to know that he has been in contact with the teacher. Aren't you afraid of being exposed?

And, what was Howard's purpose in making a big push for Raspuchin? According to the old man's character, he would not do anything that really did not benefit him, even if the other party was his companion.

The reason why he is "kind" to spread his reputation for others may be to make Rasputin attract attention on the stage, while he is secretly serving other purposes......

"Are you coming over? I mean—come over here. ”

“...... What the? ”

Crowley, who was in deep thought, looked up at the other in dismay.

"Don't worry, your teacher can't see what's going on here."

The old man smiled and comforted.

......

At some point, the darkness of the night had completely covered the wilderness. The heavens and the earth were dark, and only the sound of the wind remained.

Howard took a step towards the dust.

"It's not enough."

He whispered, as if talking to himself, as if to the young man next to him.

"It's not enough, the number of audiences and actors is far from enough. It's not just you, it's not just me, it's not just him, there need to be more people......"

In the dim sandstorm, only the old man's pupils shone like candles.

"The day of the collapse of the thousand-year-old magic tower is approaching, who would want to miss such a grand view?"