Cybertron is not as stubborn as he imagined, as long as he does not blaspheme, he can accept everything else, and bows respectfully. "I'll follow your rules. ”

Cybertron was eager to see the mysterious sorcery medium that went into Hell to talk to the devil after a tour of the huge laboratory.

"Young man, going to hell is not an easy task, and every time I enter, my lifespan is reduced by a year, so don't forget to think that I will show you personally. Mozart guessed the paladin's mind and explained it all. "Otherwise, the devil wouldn't have allowed this to happen. ”

Cybertron was disappointed, but he accepted the reality that Font had come to terms with what he was here for. "Mr. Mozart, we want to ask you for information about a wizard. ”

Hearing Elon Musk, Mozart frowned. "What kind of bad thing did that stinky rat do to get a paladin to be targeted?" The wizard of the Golden Raven Badge had a keen sense of smell that made him aware of everything, and Font wouldn't bring a paladin here to inquire about a wizard for no reason.

"He's used supernatural powers to interfere in worldly lawsuits, and we need to find him. Cybertron explained the reason to the wizard of the Golden Raven Emblem.

Mozart walked over to his desk and opened a black book made of cowhide with a yellowed sheet of paper, apparently a book with a long history.

The book contains the names of every wizard who joins the Wizards' Council, as well as all other information about them, including their addresses and networks.

In the end, Mozart's eyes were fixed on Elon Musk's name. "Elon Musk has a good relationship with another wizard, Turan, who has three residences, including a normal residence and two secret residences, I think you should go and find this wizard with the silver crow badge called Turan, maybe there will be information about Elon Musk. ”

Getting the information they wanted, Cybertron and Wunt left the basement, got into the carriage and looked at Wunt again, he turned out to be a student of the famous Mozart, so his powerful witchcraft can be understood, but what he cared about most was another thing. "If I have the chance, I would like to ask your teacher to demonstrate the sorcery of talking to the devil. ”

Wundt responded with a smile, but thought to himself. "Hopefully you'll be alive after you've dealt with AZ Alkmaar, so you can have a chance to see it. ”

Boxing Day is coming soon, the Alkmaar family banquet is not in charge of Lucas, and as Mace said, this banquet has no outsiders, only the Alkmaar family can attend, so it is a family banquet, but the scale is not small, the number of people present is as many as 100 people, these people are responsible for some important things within the Alkmaar family.

The venue of the banquet was a large apartment in the rich area, but who the apartment belonged to, Downing did not know, he asked Mace, but Mace could not answer, but the person in charge of the banquet, Mace, was able to tell, she only wanted to conquer this young man now, a young man who had gained the trust of Mr. Alkmaar, and he did not need to doubt the other party.

"The host of this banquet is Mr. Luke, Mr. Alkmaar's personal adviser, who is in charge of all things and conveys his orders to us. ”

In the middle of the dance floor, Mace put his arms around Downing's neck and writhed his body to the music, like a water snake, incidentally introducing the information of the party organizer, a man named Luke, who has a serious cleanliness habit, such a man did not appear at the banquet.

"Look at the lady over there, the sister of Mr. Alkmaar, who is in charge of the family's finances, and who is responsible for reporting to Mr. Luke, the fat woman who pulls the hand of a handsome young man, who is most taboo to comment on her figure. Mace secretly pointed to the fat woman who was dancing and smiled secretly.

A fat woman who looked to be in her sixties, holding a creamy boy, the two seemed to be incoordinated, and they could accurately find at a glance that Alkmaar's own sister was not the target of Downing's interest.

Mace introduced them one by one, and in the future, Downing would have to attend the Alkmaar family's gatherings frequently, so she hoped that her husband would be able to familiarize himself with everything here as soon as possible.

After introducing everyone at the banquet, there was a scream on the dance floor, and a man in his thirties, presumably drunk, broke into the middle of the dance floor and fell to the ground, causing everyone else to quickly duck away.

Soon a servant came over and tried to help the young man in his thirties, and the young man pushed away the servant who wanted to help, and staggered to his feet, his face flushed, and he roared angrily. "I'm going to see Mr. Alkmaar in person, and I'm going to prove that I'm worthy to take over his business, and not like a waste waiting every day with a pleading gaze for someone to be able to give me a sum of money. ”

Everyone watched this scene at a loss, and the fat woman who was in charge of the Alkmaar family's finances was extremely dissatisfied. "Damn Verona, you ruined this ball, hurry up and get out of here, you're not welcome here. She lay on the chest of her handsome young dancer, and tried to make a birdly gesture, as if she was frightened, but it was disgusting, but she didn't think so.

Soon someone appeared, and a tall, older man, with a feminine gait, walked up to the drunken Verona and saluted respectfully. "Mr. Verona, you are drunk, I asked you to send you back to rest. Soon a strong squire appeared and carried the young man out.

When everything calmed down, the somewhat feminine man took out a silk scarf, wiped his hands, and apologized to the guests attending the banquet. "I'm sorry, I hope it didn't affect everyone's good mood, and the banquet continued. ”

Downing had already guessed that the person who was wearing a black suit and wiping his hands with a silk scarf just now was Luke, Alkmaar's most trusted person, but he was most interested in not Luke, but Verona, who was sent away.

The dance continued, and Downing stroked Mace's flaming-red hair. "Tell me about the young man named Verona, who seems to be the only unhappy person at the ball. ”

From Mace's description, Downing learned that the Alkmaar brother, who was in charge of the Alkmaar family's tea business, had been seriously ill a few days ago and could not continue the business, and that the tea business needed an heir, and that Alkmaar had chosen Verona's own brother, his brother Charles, and Verona was simply forgotten.

"Leave it alone, keep dancing, and don't let this affect our good mood. Mace briefly recounted and persuaded Downing to forget about the unpleasantness.

At the back of the banquet, Tang Ning covered his head. "I seem to have a cold, I have to leave first, sorry. ”

Mays cares. "I'll send you. ”

"No, you'll have to stay here until the banquet is over, and I don't think Mr. Alkmaar wants the people in charge of the spice business to be there. Downing rejected Mace's kind offer to leave.

"Sir will understand. Mace insisted on keeping up.

Luke, who had disappeared, reappeared and walked in front of the two of them. "Miss Mace, you will need to give a brief account of the turmoil in the spice business of the past few days. ”

And so Mace was left behind.

There were no pedestrians on the cold streets, even the shops that were usually open were closed, the snow on the ground melted and turned into ice, making it a little difficult to walk, the bright moonlight sprinkled on the ice, the snow stopped a few days before the heavy snow, and the busy pedestrians during the day made the streets a little dirty.

Verona was walking drunkenly on the streets of Blott City, losing the chance to inherit the tea business, he would be a wasted man who had achieved nothing, the wasted man of the Alkmaar family, it was really frustrating, and he hoped that alcohol would make him forget for a while.

By the time he walked through the bars in Brolot City, many of them were closed. "Damn bars, can't they stay open all night like they do in the summer? Verona thumped the closed door of the last bar, and with a weak leg, he fell to his knees, hugged his head and cried.

A voice came from behind him.

"Look, poor young man, crying alone in the middle of the winter night, something very sad must have happened to you, and perhaps you need a bottle of wine at this time. ”

Verona looked back at the tall figure in a trench coat and top hat, and finally his eyes fell on the bottle of liquor handed over, snatched the spirit, opened it and took a few sips.

Downing was glad that he had finally caught up, Verona had not been sent home, and after being driven out of the party, he was wandering the streets alone, and this young man would be his chance to break through another business.

With his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, Tang Ning was in high spirits as he looked at the young man sitting on the cold ground with a big gulp of strong liquor. "I already know what you're going through, and I have deep sympathy for you. ”

Verona was drunk, looking at the blurred figure in front of him, and finally he could see the faces of the people who came, from the young man at the ball, Mace's husband, and he laughed to himself. "I think you've seen my ugliness at the banquet, and if you want to continue to appreciate my ugliness, then you've succeeded, and now please get out of here. ”

Tang Ning leaned over and brought his face closer. "Young man, I have no interest in rushing here to admire your ugliness in the cold wind, I just want to ask you for myself if you are still interested in the tea business. ”

Verona laughed miserably as he tried to bring his face closer, but the drunkenness made it almost impossible for him to do so, and sat on the ground against the tavern door. "Even if I were interested, AZ Alkmaar would not have given me the tea business. ”

"There are more solutions than difficulties, and maybe things aren't that bad. Tang Ning stood up, looked at the drunkard sitting on the ground playfully, and covered his nose to block the strong smell of alcohol. "But there may really be no way for an alcoholic like you to gain the weight of Mr. Alkmaar. ”

The other party's words indicated that he still had a chance, and Verona instantly rejoiced from his drunken state, rolled over and got up from the ground, and grabbed the collar of the visitor. "Do I really have a chance?"

"To know how to do it, you have to at least get rid of the damn alcohol. Downing pushed Verona's hand away, his expression a little grim. "But I helped you achieve your goal, what can you give me?"

Verona hung her head, a little lost. "I have nothing. ”