"What do you mean?" Joel frowned, not knowing why, but he knew he was right: Mr. Rowe was going to meet him, and it really wasn't a good thing for him to meet.

"There's a guest from afar," Mr. Rowe said as if he had a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat, and his voice sounded very harsh, "and he promised me that he would pay off my debt of 1W gold galleons with just one item......"

"And then I happen to own the item?" Joel understood.

"That's right, it's a set of slates, supposedly from ......Northern Europe," Mr. Rowe's eyes turned red, "Mr. Taylor, just help me in the face of Sergei!" ”

"When our Luo Wei family develops in the future, we will definitely repay it tenfold!" Mr. Luo Wei said hypocritically.

Joel didn't believe this at all, and Mr. Rowe was clearly entrusted by the mastermind behind the scenes to take the Nordic slate.

The only person who is sure that he has this treasure in his hands is ...... The people of the eternal night.

It's Lermontov.

The result of Joel's reasoning surfaced, and he subconsciously looked sideways, trying to see if there was an ambush waiting for him in Rowe's old mansion.

Mr. Rowe couldn't help but grin when he saw his gesture.

"Looks like you've realized something, right?" He said lightly, "It's your fault that you provoke someone you shouldn't mess with, hand over the slate." ”

Sergei was surprisingly angry, "What do you mean by that? ”

He felt that he was being used as a gun today, and after digging a hole, he actually jumped down with Joel.

"It's not interesting," Mr. Rowe's face is no longer as handsome as it was when he was young, but as terrifying as hyperthyroidism, "It's also for the good of our Rowe family, isn't it?" ”

"You don't want to sell this old mansion, do you?" Mr. Rowe questioned Sergei.

"I'm not like you," Sergei shook his head, "I've never had a crooked mind, let alone harm others for my own sake......"

"You're still young, you haven't spent much time in society...... Mr. Luo Wei's face now looks like a kind elder teaching his children the truth about entering society.

It's just that Sergei doesn't have the patience and doesn't agree with his father's point of view.

"Yes, it's because you've been in society for a long time and you've been contaminated with a bunch of vices that my mother thinks you're a hopeless bastard." Sergei sneered, leaving no mercy for Mr. Rowe.

Mr. Rowe was a little embarrassed to hear his son's words, but he quickly adjusted and turned to face Joel, "Hand over that set of slates, and you can leave." ”

"You're so confident?" Joel burst out laughing, "I can guess who is behind you......"

"Russians, right?" As Joel spoke, his wand slipped from his pocket to his hand.

Mr. Lowe was not surprised.

Joel laughed, "Do you know the identity of that person?" ”

"He's part of the Russian Ministry of Magic, and his role in the organization is akin to that of the Aurors," Joel explained to him, "and you think they'll help you pay off your debts?" ”

Mr. Rovi's face finally changed, he knew the power of the Russian Ministry of Magic, during the Cold War, they were everywhere in the Ministry of Magic of Britain and the United States, and they acted ruthlessly and unscrupulously.

Being targeted by these people, Mr. Rowe felt a cold sweat break out on his back at this moment, soaking his dirty robes, the people of the Russian Ministry of Magic would not help him pay off his debts, 10,000 gold galleons or an Avada Curse, which is more cost-effective Needless to say.

Joel was very pleased with Mr. Rowe's reaction.

"So you might as well take refuge in me," Joel tossed his bait, "I have enough gold gallons to help you pay your debts." ”

Mr. Rowe was clearly struggling with his choice, and he had only wanted to snatch the Nordic slate from Joel's hand and pay it off for 10,000 gold Galleons—or the creditors on the American side would have to pay for his hands and feet.

He now looks at Joel's attitude and seems to have a tendency to help him pay back the money, and he is a little undecided at the moment.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a round of applause, and Joel clenched his wand tightly.

Lermontov descended from the upper floor, accompanied by two Eternal Nightmen dressed in brown mink, who were as strong as oxen and looked visually oppressive.

"Mr. Taylor, I have to say that your mind is indeed bright," Lermontov praised, "but it is too late, and now you have reached the Rovi family's estate, which we have laid out in a net. ”

"Three?" Joel curled the corners of his lips and dismissively, "You call this a net?" ”

Lermontov shook his head, "It's not just three people, there are three people of the eternal night in the manor." ”

"These are the most elite fighters of the Russian Ministry of Magic," Lermontov said with a smile on his lips, "but we have given you enough respect......

Joel nodded, that couldn't be better.

"You cast an anti-illusion ban?" Ever since Mr. Rowe saw that Lermontov did not refute the identity of the Eternals, he had tried to escape from the manor.

"Of course," Lermontov nodded, signaling his men to rein in Mr. Rowe, "your mission is over, and we'll take care of the rest." ”

"Ten thousand gold galleons......" Mr. Rowe blushed.

"Don't worry, we are always true to our word," Lermontov smiled, "of course we won't help you settle your debts, but we can solve the people who come to collect them." ”

This really makes sense, and Joel didn't even find the words to refute it for a while.

Sergei trembled and looked at Lermontov and the others, and he pulled out his wand and pointed at them,

"What do you want to do?"

"Be quiet, stinky boy." One of the Eternal Nights said in a gruff voice, pulling out his wand and firing a swift disarming spell.

"Armor protection!" Sergey shouted.

A wave of air burst out of the tip of the staff, forming an impregnable barrier in the air, and the red disarming spell caused ripples on the barrier before being bounced out.

The sturdy Eternal Nightman was nearly knocked to the ground by the force of the impact.

"Yes, boy......" Lermontov said as he looked at Sergei with a hint of appreciation in his tone, and the other two Eternal Nightmen did not dare to do it again

"Give me the complete Nordic slate." He turned to look at Joel.

"What are you talking about?" Joel looked dazed, his expression looking very innocent.

"What's the point of you pretending to me here?" Lermontov laughed angrily at Joel's attitude, "I don't believe that William was not killed by you." ”

"How can you be innocent without evidence!" Joel said, pointing to Lermontov's nose.