Just as Kane and Lupin were drinking a sip at the Pig's Head Bar, a procession was trekking on foot to the west, about 300 kilometers in a straight line from there.

"Boss, just go over the mountain in front of you. The guide, dressed in a jacket, respectfully introduced in a gesture of flattery and fear.

"Hmm!" the man known as the boss let out a lazy nasal sound.

He wore a loose inky silk cloak, a deep hood, and a gauze scarf, wrapped tightly like an MSL woman going out.

The others were walking on the muddy water on the puddle-strewn straw mats, but he was the only one with a calm posture.

He was drifting, as if he had only the weight of a silk garment, and his feet were on the soft, wet mud, leaving no footprints. The ink-colored floor-towing robe is not stained with mud and water, and the robe is drumming and hunting in the wild wind.

Along the gentle slope to the top of the mountain, which is dozens of meters above the ground, you can see a misty fog ahead.

The mountain fog in the Scottish Highlands is also a characteristic sight, but at this time of year and at this time, the existence of this fog is a little weird.

The boss pulls off his hood, revealing his long gold-colored hair, which is tied into twelve braids, each with a button-like pendant on each of the strings, and if you look closely at this pendant, you will find that it is etched with runes of the zodiac signs, and there is magic light flowing slowly inside.

He also wore a gold mask, Larva! Latin for 'ghost', a very representative Venetian mask, usually white, but he wore a gold one, with delicate ornamentation, very ornate, and the same magic glow flowing in those dents.

He reached out and pulled out the golden scepter from his waist, and he could see that his fingers were slender, his skin was delicate, pale and almost transparent, and he could see the tendons and veins inside.

It was such a skinny hand, with a large ring on each finger, bulky and old, and very old-fashioned, as if it would crush his phalanges at any moment, but at the same time, these rings also shone with magical light, and not only that, but also seemed to have other mysterious energies.

If Kane were here, he would have recognized that these were soul rings, with rings as containers for souls and souls as containers for magic.

It can be said that each one represents a former great wizard, whose magic level is only above that of Dumbledore and Voldemort, and not worse than them.

The man pointed to the sky with the huge imperial green jade inlaid with the top of the scepter, and the sun immediately shone brightly.

Under this light, the mist under the mountain, like the dust and haze blown away by someone at the corner of the table, rolled away, revealing the scenery on the earth.

The corners of the boss's mouth curled and he pointed forward.

Among the people who ascended to the top of the mountain with him, there were ten men, all of whom wore crisp uniforms, like overcoats, and like battle robes, silvery-white, with distinctive red inner folds on the front and back midline, on the outside of the sleeves, and on the outside of the legs, and when they stood solemnly, these folds would form a red inverted cross. And in addition to their high collars, they are all hung with red leather ropes and six-pointed star pendants etched with runes.

The Inquisition, the initiator of the thirteenth-century witch hunt, and the bones of wizards, paved the way for their power.

Kane had dealt with this organization in his previous life, and in the parallel world of the earth with supernatural powers, sometimes he could meet them, sometimes like diapers, rotten and ashamed, sometimes like a red iron, and if he touched it, he would inevitably leave some marks, either on his body or in his heart.

And the force in front of them is enough to show that they are not the former.

The priests stood in a row, their hands sealed, and their mouths were full of words.

"Hiss......" bugs' characteristic chirp responded to their call.

I saw them holding the bamboo-like container hanging from the wide belt around their waists with one hand, and with the other hand, the lid of the container unscrewed on its own, and the four-colored beetles the size of eggs continued to pour out from the inside, converging into a cloud of insects in the air, and flying towards the bottom of the mountain.

This is the scarab beetle from Ancient Egypt, which has died out at the hands of the migrating MSL Arabs, but their mystical skills have been mastered by the Inquisition.

Soon after, in the rumbling sound, countless stinky leaves and melons exploded, and the view from the mountain was clear, and the smoke rising was a road to depth.

Kane, who was drinking a little wine with Lupin, suddenly froze, then put down his glass and pulled out a jade white stone from his coat pocket.

Lupin knew about this kind of thing, one of the MONOCULUS Chamber of Commerce's sales, the Voice Stone.

It's not so much a mobile phone as a walkie-talkie, it's sold as a set, along with a communication stone, which is equivalent to a radio station, driven by energy stones. A small communication stone, the communication coverage radius is up to 1,000 kilometers, and the price is not expensive.

Today, a considerable number of wizards have embraced this communication device, especially young wizards, as it can be used within the magic power field cover.

But without Hogwarts, the thousand-year-old castle holds more secrets than most ancient pure-blood families.

Kane spoke a few words with a voice stone before apologizing to Lupin and taking his leave: "The Chamber of Commerce's largest supplier of raw materials has been harassed by witch hunters with ancient secret methods, and I have to deal with it myself." ”

Lupin's brow furrowed.

For most wizards today, the witch hunter is a legendary existence. Especially in the UK, it can be said that there are no witch hunters.

Thanks to the fact that most Muggles in England are Protestant, and the orthodox witch hunters are all from the Catholic Vatican Holy See.

Lupin is a wizard but also a half-dark creature, he once wandered to the continents to find his social identity, those unbearable days left him with physical and mental trauma, but also made him well-informed.

He knew that witch hunters still existed.

It's just that, as the wizards chose to remain as secretive as the secret vampires, and the witch hunters gave up their strategy of pressing step by step, even provocations have rarely happened in the past hundred years.

The fading of supernatural powers affects more than just wizards and dark creatures.

What's more, wizards are no longer competitors on the surface, so there's no need to hold on to them.

Wizards are not small dishes that anyone can chew if they want to, they have to trade their lives for them.

On the other hand, there is no good relationship for any witch hunter who walks outside.

If you compare them side-by-side, the Witch Hunters are comparable to the Death Eaters, or even the best of the Death Eaters.

They are devout in their faith and are ascetics.

Although the Death Eaters have a lot of combat experience, they are much worse than witch hunters and even worse than ordinary wizards when it comes to hard practice.

In the words of Nicholas Flammel, "In the same legacy, the depraved pure-blood wizards are reduced to the dross of flaunting their bloodlines and throwing deformed parties, while the witch hunters have always maintained the tradition of death trials and torture (self-flogging after the killing of a life)." ”

Knowing this, Lupin couldn't help but remind: "Owen, you have to be careful. Those who act in a high-profile manner, most likely in a hurry to prove their new hunts, are very brave. And they often have deep hunting supervisors behind them, and those guys are terrifying. ”

"Maggots of tarsal bones, deadly assault. I've heard of their names. I'll take notice. Kane changed the subject and said, "It's you, the Alpha Wolf is only the starting point, if you still want to strengthen, I recommend choosing the Shadow Breaker." ”

These words made Lupin's heart flutter.

After joining the Demon Eye Chamber of Commerce, the situation of the strong people in the Chamber of Commerce made him doubt his life for a while.

He originally thought that he could still do these two times, but in his spare time to discuss with his colleagues (there has always been an atmosphere of dueling clubs within the Chamber of Commerce), he found that his strength was much worse. He couldn't even fight the cleaning aunt of the institute.

Later, he also heard that the backbone of all the chambers of commerce is all powerful.

He is also a person who has the potential to become a backbone and prove his ability. Therefore, after learning that outstanding combat power is the basic condition (unspoken rule) for becoming a backbone, I am very concerned about this aspect, and I have been training very hard in private.

After he participated in the research work of werewolves, he found that many of the research projects on werewolves in the institute were based on the alpha wolf, and according to the relevant theories and standards, werewolves that failed to reach the physical strength and magic level of the alpha wolf were classified as the next generation, not magical creatures.

So, as Kane said, the Alpha Wolf is just the starting point......