Inside an old house in a remote corner of the desert.

With difficulty spitting bloody spit, the wizard who was hanging from the beam of the house sneered: "Miscellaneous"

The burly man on the upper body punched him in the abdomen with an angry punch.

Ahem, ahem

Level 3 wizard Philip coughed violently, and his voice sounded like a muscle tearing his vocal cords.

"We're just quietly doing some small experiments, why does the venerable wizard keep chasing us?" said the monk with some innocence.

"Little experiments, mortals are the cornerstone of wizards!You've been targeted by the Continental Patrol Committee, bed bugs!" Philip sneered.

"Don't scare me, little wizard of the third level! If you are really targeted by the Lu Patrol Committee, I'm afraid it is not a third-level wizard like you, but the Skywalker team led by Sir Damned, right?" The monk directly exposed his lie.

"It's definitely on your radar now, you've kidnapped a commission agent. The Council will hunt you down through my whereabouts, and there will be no place for you in the wizarding world!"

"I don't know how many agents from the Land Patrol Commission, and your disappearance for a while can't attract the attention of the bigwigs. Let's have a good talk, we just want to do a little experiment quietly!" the monk continued to persuade.

"The robbery of the No. 3 heavy water transported to the Secret Garden is also a small experiment?" Philip sneered disdainfully.

"There is a limit to our patience. Mr. Philip"

"Save your patience and get ready to spend the rest of your life in Red Bluff!" Philip tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Ah," the monk sighed, and stood up and commanded, "Persuade Mr. Philip well, and trust him to change his mind!" The monk turned and left.

The sorcerer's cries of pain came from the hut again.

Nikita stood at the window with a crossbow in one hand, warning the outside, occasionally looking back at Balin, who was sitting silently, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Build a new sorcery ahead of time"

"Well, I'm going to see Mrs. Hiraj"

Since she was going to be used as bait, it was natural that the human hand could not be arranged too close to her house.

On the third floor of the golden garden, the beetles that have been pale yellow fly out. At great speed, it crossed the layers of buildings and fell straight into a beautiful tall building.

A black-skinned man with a scar on the corner of his eye reached out to catch the beetle and swallowed it with his mouth open.

Then he closed his eyes and stood quietly, his ears twitching slightly, as if listening to something.

Opening his eyes, the black man understood the beetle's message, turned and walked out of the room.

In another chamber, a bald white man in his fifties was sitting on a plush sofa talking to a glorious councillor holding a three-section golden scepter.

The bald white man had a neatly trimmed beard, and a beautiful ruby was set in the ring of his left hand, which sparkled.

The Honorable Councillor turned his back to the door and reached out to raise a glass of red wine to the white man, "Mr. Raymond, the Prophet Party will not disappoint you again"

The white man Raymond smiled and stroked the ruby ring with his right hand: "The Republican polls are tight for you to follow, I don't want to bet blindly until the results of the fifth district come out"

District 5 has always been the first voting district in the Xingchen Sea general election, and generally speaking, the voting results in this district have a very large impact on the results of the next nine constituencies.

"Raymond, you've been a loyal friend of mine since I first entered the House of Glory as a member of the Section. Are you really going to abandon me when you are about to win?"

"Hector, I helped you in the last election. But you have disappointed me so much!Earl, that little-known boy, has made you a ruin! You have made too many promises to me, but you have not been able to keep them!What do you make me believe in you?" Raymond smiled, but his words were not merciless.

"Today's Wizarding incident is a great opportunity. As long as you continue to help me, I will be able to deal a heavy blow to Mr. Earl. Hector continued to lobby the other party.

Smiling lightly and shaking his head, Raymond said slowly, "I know what you want to do, my friend." I know you too well. I don't want to be involved in breaking the law!"

"Breaking the law?Raymond, have you done less to break the law?How much I wiped your ass, you know it yourself!" Hector sneered and exposed the other party's hypocrisy.

"Who knows? Do you dare to say it at your own expense? Something that no one knows means it hasn't happened. Raymond suddenly put away his smile, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "The two of us are the same dog, you better keep these words in your stomach." For your own good, and for the good of all of us, isn't it?

Hector was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Raymond said.

A black man with a scar in the corner of his eye opened the door and entered, and a loud music came from the door, and outside the door there was a large group of glorious legislators dressed in silk holding a drinking party. Looking through the door, you can also see a banner in the reception hall in support of Hector, please vote for me.

The scarred man dodged in and reached out to close the door. Silence returned to the chamber.

Walked up to Raymond and leaned down, leaned close to Raymond's ear and whispered, "News from the inside that the witness has gone home." It turned out to be used as bait! Nikita and the wizard were accompanying her. ”

"Let the falcon come back, let the vulture do it! Raymond also whispered.

Scar Man nodded to acknowledge and immediately got up to leave.

Soon, the beetle, which had been yellow, flew out of here. Fell not far from Mrs. Hiraj's room.

A dozen samurai in the room, shrouded in black, were staring intently at the target room in front of them.

The colored beetle flew through the window and entered the room, hovering in front of a black-robed man.

The black-robed man opened his mouth to swallow, but also closed his eyes and listened quietly.

The rest of the black-robed warriors saw the beetle come in and knew that the order from above was coming. They all looked at him, waiting for orders.

The black-robed man in the lead said in a hoarse voice: "Withdraw"

Although the rest of the samurai were surprised by this order, they did not question it in the end, and quietly took up their weapons and followed the leader down the stairs.

The living room under the stairs was lit up, and under the light, two adults and two children, four of them were tied together, and all four of them had stuffed things in their mouths.

More than a dozen black-robed people walked down the stairs, and the leading black-robed man glanced at them, gestured to the warrior guarding the dead, and said, "Kill them!"

Four streaks of bright red blood shot out on the wall, and the group quickly left silently.

Witch Philip Prison in the Desert

"Master, he's willing to recruit," said the burly executioner who came out of his hut and came to the head of the monks.

The monk nodded, got up and re-entered the hut.

"Looks like you're ready to talk to me?" asked the monk, holding his hands on his abdomen, standing in front of the bloodied wizard.

"Ask," said Philip, weakly

"How much do you know about us?"

"You robbed a batch of No. 3 Heavy Water in the Secret Garden, and the Secret Garden has asked the Commission for help in the investigation. I'm in charge of the case! I discovered that you were creating a liquid that could fuse human fear. A total of three places: Azhara, Anglo, and Ledo have carried out large-scale human fear gathering operations. I have found that you have close dealings with the Travellers' Organization, most recently from the Sahar Desert. Philip finally told him all he knew.

"Who else knows?"

"Miles, she's investigating your dealings with a bunch of Vikings at Maidan!"

"Then we would like you to help us bring that Lady Miles as a guest, will you?" asked the monk

With a sigh, Philip nodded.

"Then you wouldn't mind leaving your child in our care temporarily, would we? ”

"Son of a bitch!" Philip was stimulated by their request to use his daughter to control himself, scolding and struggling.

A smile suddenly appeared on the monk's face, and he slowly took two steps back: "You'll figure it out." It's not difficult to find your daughter, don't force us to scare your lovely child!"

The monk left the hut again, and the screams of the wizard were heard from inside, this time in a much quieter voice, and it was evident that he had been tortured.

Thanksgiving Chamber of Commerce, the building where Raymond is located.

The black man with the scar returned to his office, pondered quietly for a long time, and finally decided what to do. Take out a palm-sized crystal plate from a drawer and place it on the table. He took out a bottle of Moon Spring water from the safe behind him and poured a drop of Moon Spring water into the groove of the crystal plate.

With the infusion of blue liquid, the crystal plate shot out a ray of light. A face appears in a halo.

"What's the matter?" asked the man in the halo.

"Fear has been found and taken away by the Golden Council. Raymond has sent someone to deal with the eyewitnesses!" The man with the scar succinctly reported the contents.

"Got it, you determine the whereabouts of Fear as soon as possible. ”

"Okay" The man with the scar nodded in response, then reached out and picked up the crystal plate and turned it over, and the moon spring water in the groove was poured back into the bottle.

After the call, the man with Scar put the crystal plate back in the drawer and sat quietly in his chair again.

In an unknown place, in a dark conference room

Several wizards gathered around the Wizard's Heart.

One of the third-level wizards put down the crystal plate and said, "Picked up something that belongs to the wizards, a group of ignorant mortals. The Travelers Organization has to teach them a big lesson!"

The person who spoke was the one who spoke to the man with the scar.

"Self-righteous descendants of the Tower of Babel, hum, it's time to educate their ancestors. Not everything can participate," another second-level wizard snorted coldly.

"Get ready to act," a fourth-level wizard sitting next to him spoke, giving the order to act.