Unlike Arthur, Char and the others chatting here and discussing the quiet years of retirement, Britannia is much more chaotic.

With Arthur being taken away by Char, Arthur is undoubtedly dead in the eyes of all classes in this country.

His death, like igniting a powder keg, detonated the whole of Britannia.

The contradictions that the country has accumulated over the decades have also been induced by the loss of Arthur as a ballast stone.

People in various parts of the country broke out one after another, some ambitious officers also chose to support their own troops and wanted to become warlords, and some nobles outside the country wanted to take their own territory to independence.

For a while, chaos broke out, but Arthur had prepared enough confidence for Mordred to calm down the chaos in the country in the shortest possible time.

However, his passing has also affected many people.

For example, Hart's Valentine family.

With Hart's passing, the heir to this family is not too good, but it can be considered to stabilize the family.

And because Arthur attended Hart's funeral at that time, his presence provided a solid backing for the Valentine family.

But now, this backing has collapsed.

The Valentine family is not considered a nobleman, they can only be regarded as a relatively large violent organization, even if they will be purged by the new regime in the future, but they will be the last one in line.

But with Arthur's death, the rest of the rest of the families who were originally subservient to the Valentine family because they were afraid of Arthur also took advantage of the chaos to choose to attack the Valentine family.

The night in Casaris, which had been quiet for many years, was no longer quiet, and the sound of gunfire was accompanied by shouts of killing.

In the night, the flames raged, many houses were burned, and some people fled in panic.

A crowd of people in black suits walked through the alleyway, all guns in their hands, shouting loudly as they fought with another group of men in black suits.

"Surround that villa!"

"Don't let that kid run away!"

The villa they are talking about is one of the most luxurious houses in Casaris, and it is also the property of the Valentine family, who choose to escape the summer in this house when they are on vacation.

Although they will also bring some people at this time, it is definitely not as safe as when they were in Sasili, and these Mafia forces from the rest of the families have obviously seized on this.

Inside the villa, Connor's mother, Sarah, was nervously packing her things, while thirteen-year-old Connor stood behind her at a loss.

He is Hart's great-grandson.

Sarah quickly gathered some money and looked at Connor.

"Do you have that with you?"

"What?"

"What your father gave you!" She said anxiously.

Connor reacted, and quickly pulled the rope hanging around his neck, and pulled out a gold coin made into a necklace from his collar, which was very similar to the gold mark used for trade circulation in the wizarding world.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the thing, and then pulled Connor through the villa.

"Mother, what the hell is this, is it really that important?" Connor couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." Sarah said calmly, "That's what your great-grandfather left behind, left to your grandfather, and your grandfather left it to your father, and then, your father left it to you."

It's about a secret.

One. The real reason why your great-grandfather was able to go from an ordinary chef to single-handedly creating the Sahili legend of Mafia. ”

"Isn't it because of his ability that great-grandpa was able to create the Valentine family?" Connor wondered.

"No, it's not just because of his abilities." Sarah's voice was low, "It's from a mysterious being.

Part of the reason why the Malad family will attack us this time is because of this thing. ”

She led Connor out of the house to the fence behind the house, handed him the money she had collected from the house, and pointed to the dog's hole in the corner.

"Take these things, get out of here, go to Sasili, find the rest of the elders in the family, and they will find justice for you."

Connor reacted, and he said eagerly, "Mother! ”

"I can't get out of this hole, only you can." Sarah said calmly, "They won't kill me, they want me to threaten you, threaten the Valentine family, so as long as you live and don't get caught by them, I'll be fine." ”

Connor seemed to be about to say something, when she saw her mother shouting with an angry look on her face.

"Stop giving me nonsense! Where is there so much time wasted for you, if you waste one more second, we will have one less chance of living! ”

Connor seemed to be stunned by Sarah's roar, and he bit his lip, tears gradually accumulating in his eyes.

However, as the heir of the Valentine family, he also has a decision that ordinary people do not have, and he did not hesitate any longer.

Instead, he turned and got out of the dog's hole.

Sarah watched Connor leave, her eyes deep and whispered.

"Live well, kid"

Not long after he left, Sarah heard the sound of gunfire approaching and the sound of the door of the villa being blown open.

A slight chill flashed in her eyes, she lifted her skirt, untied the two firearms tied to her legs and feet, took them in her hands, turned her head and walked into the villa.

At the same time, Connor got out of the dog hole, made his way through the narrow lanes of the town, and ran desperately in the direction of the harbor.

But the men in black had apparently anticipated Connor's escape from the villa, and there were also their men nearby.

As Connor was passing through an alleyway, he was confronted by men in black who were cruising around the neighborhood.

After a brief moment of silence, Connor turned around and ran away almost without hesitation.

The men in black also reacted and shouted loudly.

"Chase! Chase! ”

"The kid is here, the kid is here!"

"Don't let him run!"

"Plug him, block him!"

The shouts were heard in the alleys around him, and Connor felt that the alleys were full of their people on all sides, and he was leaning against the walls, not knowing where to run.

The night covered the sky, and there were no stars or moons, but the sky-high fire illuminated the alleyway where the fingers should not have been visible.

I don't know if it was because of the flames around him, or because of the nervousness, under the reflection of the fire, Connor's head was covered in sweat, and he could clearly hear the beating of his heart, as if he was about to break through his chest and jump out.

The stench of the sewers spread through the narrow alley.

Like the stench of a corpse.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching on one side, and he hurriedly drilled into the alley on the side, but it was a dead end, and a high wall blocked him.

He brought a few boxes and stacked them against the wall, turning them over with a little difficulty.

However, due to his lack of strength, he fell to the ground hard, and his left leg immediately stabbed.

Connor touched his thighs and saw that his fingertips were covered in blood, and the light of the fire shone on the high wall they had just climbed, and it was clear that the glass embedded in the high wall was stained with blood.

He felt dizzy from nausea, but he struggled to breathe, and he leaned against the wall, as if he had injured an artery, and his shoes were covered in blood.

But even so, he struggled to get up, dragging his injured foot and trying to move forward, leaving a crimson and bright blood stain on the stone bricks on the ground.

As he walked forward, his breath became weaker and weaker, and finally, he collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and the gold coin hanging from his neck fell out of his bosom and fell into a pool of blood.

However, although his eyelids were heavy, he was still conscious.

In his gaze, the gold coin was stained with blood, and after touching something, it began to melt itself into a puddle of golden liquid.

But then, the liquid gradually formed a thin, golden sheet that looked like an invitation.

Connor struggled to open his eyes and took a few steps forward, looking at what was written on the invitation.

To be exact, it should be an acceptance letter.

The above content is:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Merlin.

Dear Mr. Connor Valentine, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Enclosed is a list of the required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on October 31. As you belong to a Muggle family, we ask for your patience at 9 a.m. the day after you receive your letter.

Vice Chancellor: Tony Stark.

October 31. Isn't that today?

Connor's thoughts flowed, but then, at the end of the alleyway, a group of men in black apparently found Connor lying on the ground.

With a hint of surprise on their faces, they hurriedly shouted to the people around them.

"He's here! We've got him! ”

Connor gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet from the ground, pulling a firearm from his waist.

But the next moment, a bullet also came from not far away, hitting him in the shoulder, and the blood gushed out.

The shot knocked Connor to the canvas completely.

The black-clothed man at the head was obviously a little angry, and shouted angrily directly at the person behind him.

"Who let you shoot!"

Connor fell to the ground, blood staining his body, his consciousness blurring, and many images flashed through his mind of spending time with his father and mother.

He felt that his life was passing rapidly, entering the final countdown, and he also felt that the men in black not far away were approaching.

In this era, the rifling of muskets has not yet been thoroughly popularized, at least there are no muskets, so the hit rate is still impressive.

With that shot just now, Connor was absolutely sure that it was aimed at his life.

He didn't think that this group of men in black would not understand that being alive was more useful to them.

So it seems that this group of men in black may not be as simple as the rest of the families sent.

Within them, there may be the rest of the Valentine family.

He is the first heir to the Valentine family, and if he dies, Hart's direct line will no longer exist.

The Valentine family will open a family council within the family, and vote to choose the next generation of successors.

They want to let themselves die

Connor, who understood this, clenched his fists tightly, and the man in black who was waiting in the dark once again raised the fire gun in his hand and aimed it at Connor who was lying on the ground.

"Peng!"

With a single gunshot, the bullet pierced the night, threatening to pierce Connor's head.

But the next moment.

"Bell~"

The bullet seemed to hit an invisible glass wall, and with a crisp sound, the bullet instantly deformed and fell to the ground.

At the same time, under the cover of night, the fog was thick, and the hazy fog gradually spread.

Connor heard the sound of a wooden cane falling to the ground.

Like the first ringing of the morning bell of a church, it rings in everyone's heart.

Some of the black-clothed people in the back obviously heard this voice as well, and subconsciously turned their heads, but then a strong sleepiness swept over.

He didn't even see anyone coming, he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The same was true for the rest of the people, each of whom turned their heads and tried to see the presence behind them, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.

Connor struggled to open his cloudy eyes to look ahead, and a white-robed figure with a staff in hand was walking through the crowd unhurriedly.

As he paced, one after another the men in black fell to the ground, unknown whether they were alive or dead.

But the being didn't move at all, just moving forward.

In the silent alleyway, there was nothing but the footsteps of the being and the dull sound of a staff touching the ground.

As the white-robed presence came to him.

He also lost consciousness completely.

Char actually knows a lot of hypnotic magic, and with half of the nightmare bloodline, he is undoubtedly twice as effective with this kind of magic.

However, Char did not use hypnotic magic, but a magic weapon.

He silently raised his hand, and a small cloth bag appeared in his hand, which he tossed and played with at will, listening to the sound of the cloth bag being thrown up and down, there should be some sand in it.

It was one of the three treasures that the god of sleep had taken.

The nobleman who imprisoned the god of sleep lived a more nourishing life after that, and even married a little wife who was more than forty years younger than himself and gave birth to a young son.

But obviously, the age gap makes even if there is a little so-called love between the two, it will disappear in the next relationship.

During a quarrel, his little wife left with the three magic weapons in a fit of rage, and soon after, the old man also died of a serious illness.

The god of sleep was inherited as an inheritance to his son.

Three artifacts were sold by the woman at the market, the helmet fell into the hands of a wizard, the sandbag fell into Char's hands after a few turns, and the other gem was in the hands of an ordinary person.

Each of the three magic weapons has different abilities, and the fine sand in the sleeping sand bag can be lightly sprinkled, which can hypnotize people, and can also change time and space, and teleport to wherever they want to go.

The leader of the Nightmare Order used this sand to stun the members of the Brotherhood in the first place.

The Dream Helmet can take people through the dream world, while the Moonlight Ruby has powerful magic and the power to turn dreams into reality.

Of the three treasures, the ruby was the most powerful and the most dangerous, and the Sleeping God stuffed it with the greatest divine power.

If it is abused, the disaster caused is actually comparable to the millions of deaths and injuries caused by the original divine war.

However, Char couldn't have everything in his hands, and he didn't need to be tainted with these causes and effects.

In fact, before the god of sleep is released, he will also give this sandbag out.

He shifted his gaze to Connor on the ground.

There was already a large pool of blood on his body, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder was fine, but the key was the heavy bleeding caused by the cut in the glass on his thigh.

If no one had taken care of his wounds, he would have died now.

He could even feel the Grim Reaper approaching nearby.

Char stretched out his hand and lifted it slightly, and Connor's body floated and stood on the ground.

He looked a little like Hart, but apparently the wives of his later generations after he became wealthy were good-looking, or at least genetically better.

Even though the boy is only a teenager, he is still handsome.

He is a descendant of Char's deceased friend, and he is still a single generation, and Char has a promise to Hart.

Char obviously couldn't watch him die.

The boy is already destined to die here today.

So if you want to save him, it's not just about treating his injuries, you need to weave a new destiny for him.

So Char is now hesitating about what kind of fate to give.

Is it a life without special powers, but as legendary as Hart's.?

Again, there is some mysterious power.

Char looked at the admission notice on the ground.

If he has this, he will inevitably enter the mysterious world after awakening.

Mafia plus supernatural powers

Char's eyes were microwavering, and he slowly raised his hand and stretched out his index finger towards Connor.

He already has an answer.

(End of chapter)