It was a week after returning from Hogwarts.

Exciting battles, dragon riding, and flying all stimulate the heart of an old man who is approaching middle age.

His wife, Mrs. Wick, had some opinions about this.

"How about I ride Kiki to work?"

Watson Wick, an old man, put his arms around his wife's slender waist and whispered bad ideas in her ear.

Ignore Mrs. Wick's eyes.

"That must be cool," Watson muttered to himself, smashing his mouth, "I just don't know how fast Kiki can fly."

He whispered in Mrs. Wick's ear, and Mrs. Wick, who couldn't stand it, took a knife in his hand to make him experience the quality of sleep like a baby.

When he woke up the next day, he was in good spirits.

Mrs. Wick was brewing magic tea from her son's classmates, and Watson, who had come from there, knew that the beautiful little girl was definitely interesting to her son.

"You said John was so popular, did he have a lot of followers?"

As a parent in a Western country, Watson is still very open-minded.

In his opinion, his son is almost seventeen years old, and it is normal to have a girlfriend.

Mrs. Wick was looking at the letter from the girl, and every word of it had been written with great consideration, and had been unaltered or blurred.

"There's a messenger from outside."

Watson saw a letter being thrown into his mailbox, and he put down the bread he was about to eat and walked out.

When he returned, he had just sat down and saw his son come down.

He put the envelope down for a moment, and said to John, "I have arranged for twenty heavy firepower with Chicago typewriters in hand, and three Gatlings and one acquired tank at the school gate."

He secretly took a bite of bread, which was a little dry, and he took a sip of milk and smashed his mouth and said, "There is also a helicopter gunship, which your grandfather borrowed from the country of hairy bears, and he has no chance to use it."

John looked at his father in silence.

"Let's not talk about how the helicopter got in, just where did you buy your tank?"

Clearly, John had doubts about the origin of Watson's stuff.

"There's an American immigrant named Yuri Orlov, and he's called the Lord of War, and there's nothing he can't get up with." Watson took the bread in one hand and the envelope in the other, glanced at it, and said casually, "I have some business dealings with him."

He saw an '8-fold Ouroboros' on the envelope, which made him a little confused.

There doesn't seem to be anyone he knows who uses this sign as a seal.

John sat down across from Watson and was surprised, "Aren't you running a hotel?"

It seems that his precious son knows nothing about his father's business.

If you want to do business, let's follow through to the end.

Watson is a businessman, so he knows, whether it's the underground bigwigs or the behind-the-scenes investors.

They all need an order, like a place like a financial exchange, to unify them.

At the same time, Watson can also get government support for doing so.

Those underground forces can never be eradicated, and new ones will always appear.

And Watson's appearance sets what should be chaotic rules and keeps them in order.

This is what the officials want to see.

Therefore, the establishment of the hotel, the approval and the like are unimpeded, and occasionally some are not eye-opening, which can also be used as the capital accumulated after the establishment of the future to kill chickens and monkeys.

Since you want to make an example of chickens and monkeys, then your own armed forces are indispensable.

"The hotel needs some security." Watson is more than just security.

He set up a legitimate mercenary company as well as a security company.

Unlike the underground bosses, most of the veterans recruited by his company are retired from the army.

It also has the meaning of showing goodwill to the military, and this program solves the problem of employment and pension for retired military soldiers.

I think of the hotel that I planned to build for a long time

Watson sighed: "The magic is really magical, I thought the house was blown up, but it turned out to be good."

If only the construction of his hotel could be done with the movement of a magic wand, that would be great.

John didn't care what he wanted, and went to breakfast himself.

Only then did Watson have time to glance at the envelope.

He was amazed to find that the 'Ouroboros' on the envelope was stretching.

"1997, No. 6 Privet Road, Little Huijin District, Chiang Sari County, Watson Wick."

"From: 1927 John Wick."

Watson couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the handwriting on it.

Then, the font changes.

"Don't let me find out."

Watson hesitated, remembering that his son had said that magical objects of unknown origin were dangerous.

If this is a trap set by someone else, wouldn't it be a big problem?

As he hesitated, he saw the words on it change.

"Ask me for strawberry jam and I'll give you blueberry jam."

Watson glanced at the blueberry jam and strawberry jam on the table.

"John, hand me the strawberry jam." He pretended not to care.

After a few seconds, he stared at the envelope, wondering whose prank it was.

His son is not a fool, he must have given strawberry jam.

Mistaking it as a prank, Watson didn't even look at it, opened the bottle and dug out a spoonful of jam and spread it on the bread.

He was about to tell John about it, when he realized something was wrong as soon as he entered his mouth.

Looking down at the blue jam, Watson stared at John's non-joking expression and asked tentatively, "Did you do it on purpose, or accidentally?"

"Accidentally."

John's answer made Watson suspicious.

At this time, the letter was still changing fonts.

"Open it when I'm gone."

Watson, who wanted to find out the truth in his heart, looked at his son, who was eating bread and clear water, and asked, "Where are you going today...... Magic company work?"

Speaking of the magic company, Watson was entangled.

I worked hard to start a business, but my son was already one step ahead a few years ago.

Watson, who was holding the envelope and watching it repeatedly, glanced at his son from time to time.

This short breakfast time was extraordinarily long.

Finally, it was time for John to finish his breakfast and go into the basement.

Mrs. Wick came to Watson with her brewed jasmine tea and put it down.

Watson tiptoed over to the basement door to eavesdrop.

After confirming John's departure, he immediately ran up and did not open the envelope, but locked the doors and windows and closed the curtains.

A mysterious look.

"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Wick watched her husband's actions with some amusement.

How old are you, and you still want to be a child who doesn't grow up.

Watson took a deep breath and opened the envelope.

If this was true, how could his own son send a letter to him in 1927?

I thought it was a ridiculous thing, but what had just happened made him have to pay attention.

Even Mrs. Wick was attracted by his actions, and wondered what deserved Watson like this.

Watson opened the envelope, revealing a piece of parchment inside.

and a beetle, a golden beetle.

The beetle vibrated its wings, and when it opened, it was a black octahedral stone.

And the first line of words that caught the eye made Watson's heart half cold.

"Take the stone and see if I'm dead."

"This is the Stone of Resurrection, and if I die, I can see my soul."

Watson felt lightheaded, and he barely stood by holding on to the table.

The Resurrection Stone can see the souls of the dead, and if John dies, the Wick family, as his closest people, will see his soul.

"Fat

What is it?" Mrs. Wick noticed that something was wrong with her husband.

She's about to come.

"Don't come here!" Watson roared.

Mrs. Wick stopped, and she looked at her husband in amazement.

Watson trembled his fingers as he slowly touched the Resurrection Stone.

He didn't dare to let his wife come over, and if it was true, the huge blow would be enough to give a mother a nervous breakdown.

Picking it up, Watson looked up slowly.

Not seeing the so-called soul, Watson was relieved and continued to read.

"If I survive, follow the beetle's instructions and look for my sword."

"This sword is forged in my blood, and only my closest relatives can find it."

"Take Basil and Riddle, owls have guiding magic that can guide you to my house in the wizarding world."

As Watson finished reading the last word, the parchment began to fold automatically, eventually turning into a card the size of a business card.

It has an Ouroboros logo on it and a golden shimmer.

The golden beetle flew into Watson's palm.

Watson's palm ached, and he saw the golden beetle biting his finger and sucking the blood from his own finger.

Absorbing enough blood, the golden beetle flies.

Watson said anxiously, "Quick! Keep up!"

Mrs. Wick put down her glass and went out with her husband.

They drove the car and chased after the golden beetle.

The golden beetle is fast.

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