"How dare you--"

Many stories begin with a predictable ending, with the eerie underworld suddenly roaring with rage, as sharp as a werewolf's roar at the sight of a full moon.

"Teasing--"

In the third second after taking the Confusion Medicine, the old wizard stood up, and the dense pus and scabies on the top of his head quickly turned from red to purple, from purple to black, and then, like a potion about to be boiled, began to boil, and the flesh thorns on his face also became excited, and they writhed wildly while growing rapidly, as if they couldn't wait to get out of the old wizard's face.

"Great--"

The old wizard was furious, and his tone of voice showed the anger in his heart at this moment, and he held up a short, thick cane with a jewel set at the top, as if he wanted to cast a curse on the man who had deceived him.

But unfortunately, he seems to have forgotten that his current state can no longer control his irritable and evil magic, and the act of actively casting the spell has further caused his own chaotic and disorderly magic to further lose control, he is like a wax man who has been roasted on a flame, starting from the top of his head and spreading all over his body, quickly melting.

In the blink of an eye, the person who was alive just now turned into a puddle of black pus piled up on the ground!

"Sorry, great... What? ”

The thin bamboo pole that he traded with the old wizard sneered strangely, he picked up the Mithril on the table and stuffed it into his robe, and then, walking over to the pile of pus, he took out the staff left by the old wizard from inside, and carefully examined the ruby at the top of the staff with the torch suspended in mid-air.

Through the black cloth, Amosta could feel the smugness on his face.

Sensing the gaze of the thin bamboo pole, he turned his head to look at Amosta with an unkind expression, as if he thought that Amosta was going to eat black, so he threatened in a low voice,

"In this place, greed and curiosity can cause you to lose your life at any time, Golden Viper, don't think that once tearing up a few big wolfdogs will make everyone fear you--"

Amosta smiled contemptuously, he lowered his head to look deeply at the solution, and for a while, an old, hoarse voice came from under the hood,

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Liar, but you seem to have forgotten that carelessness can be very deadly in addition to greed and curiosity."

"What?"

At the moment when the thin bamboo pole was stunned, a black shadow with scarlet eyes suddenly appeared from the pile of pus on the ground, and the phantom was like a grim reaper, floating in the air and aiming at the thin bamboo pole and letting out a terrible roar.

"Embrace death with me, shameless!"

The shadow in the air was beyond the comprehension of the thin bamboo pole, and he didn't have the slightest idea of fighting it, so he turned around and wanted to run away, but unfortunately, every inch of the underground world was bound by the anti-illusion transformation charm, and the nearest fireplace was at least half a mile away.

Before the thin bamboo pole could run out of the low wall, the huge shadow that looked like the god of death had already caught up with him, and swooped down from mid-air to the ground, it opened its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and instantly engulfed the body of the thin bamboo pole and his screams!

Squeak, squeak, squeak---

The sound of chewing was clear in his ears, and the blood mixed with the white bones and brains fell to the ground like a stream, and the rich, foul-smelling smell of blood made Amosta frown secretly.

The old wizard's death form is only a struggle before death, and cannot live in the world for long.

The shadow of the end of the murderous vendetta quickly faded, and before it completely faded, it turned and stared at Amosta, its hoarse voice full of resentment,

"You knew it was fake, but you didn't warn me!"

"Why do you blame others for your stupidity?"

Amosta said coldly, "Before I become interested in your current form, you'd better disappear quickly, or I don't mind letting you live in a glass bottle for decades before sending you to hell." ”

He couldn't refute Amosta's words, and the shadow sighed helplessly, and after looking around with wistfulness, his figure completely faded away, striding towards death.

Some of the people around noticed the movement, but not a single one was surprised by what was happening, and no one wanted to get close to the place to find out what was going on, as the Skinny Bamboo Wizard said, in this lawless land, a thirst for curiosity could kill you at any moment.

A silver light streaked through the dark air, and Amosta summoned the ball of Mithril covered with tooth marks from his flesh, cleaned it up, and then put it into his arms as if no one else was around, and the mood was extremely beautiful.

After a crisp snap of his fingers, the pus turned by the old wizard and the flesh shattered by the thin bamboo pole ignited a golden demonic fire out of thin air, and in just a few breaths, the flames cleaned the filthy ground and destroyed the last traces of the two people in the world.

Since you have taken other people's things, you have to help others deal with the aftermath, which is called public morality.

"Looks like I'm missing a good show, Mr. Viper?"

Amosta turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and a middle-aged wizard with blond hair and black eyes and an easy-going appearance was smiling at him from under a tall sign.

"Perhaps, you got away with a little trouble."

Amosta nodded, his tone indifferent.

The name of the visitor is Kakus Foley, a well-known broker in the underworld, from the Foley family, one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clans.

This family once enjoyed a great reputation in the wizarding world, and at its most glorious time, the head of the family even served as the minister of the Ministry of Magic, and was one of the well-deserved powerful families.

Unfortunately, Hector Foley, who was the Minister of Magic at the time of the Foley family, did not have a strategic vision beyond reality, and he ignored Albus Dumbledore's reminder and miscalculated how the first Dark Lord, Gatler Grindelwald, would cause harm to Britain and even the entire European wizarding community, and was ousted by the angry wizards.

The Foley family, which had lost the protection of power, suffered a heavy blow and gradually disappeared from the British wizarding world.

For two or three generations, the declining Foley family has been looking for a way to get back to center stage, and they have tried and failed, because at the end of the road, there is a figure that the current era can never surpass.

In fact, Albus Dumbledore never targeted the lonely Foley family, but people in the wizarding world will not forget that it was Hector's ignorance of Dumbledore's warnings that caused the British wizarding community to suffer heavy casualties in the fight against Grindelwald.

Fifty years later, the anger against the Foley family has faded, but Albus Dumbledore is still alive!

The current rulers of the Ministry of Magic have always been most wary of the centenarian at Hogwarts, and they don't have to risk angering the greatest wizard of our time for a speck of dust that should have been drowned in the river of history.

Eventually, the helpless Foley family decided to plunge into the shadows.

They sent one of the few descendants of the family to operate in the underworld, willing to show up and take the risk of retribution, to operate in the underground world, trying to accumulate wealth and connections, and silently waiting for the opportunity to return to the bright world.