Chapter 611 Negotiation

There are also tracking glasses.

This is an old gentleman's monocle, with a worn and blurred lens on one end and an agate gem clip on a thin gold chain on the other.

This type of lens was very popular among gentlemen in the Victorian era, so popular that even people without visual impairments would wear a pair of plain glasses as accessories.

But as an accessory, it is not qualified because its user experience is very poor. The lens needs to be embedded in the eye socket, and the other end is clamped on the chest to prevent the lens from falling. Not to mention the discomfort, people with shallow eye sockets can't use it.

Of course, you can also use it in your hand. However,

this method of use is generally not used to look at people, because due to its weird movements, it will be considered impolite behavior (some people will do this deliberately to express contempt).

The function of this monocle is also very simple, that is, tracking.

In theory, it can track anyone or anything, and can ignore space, time and any hiding means.

But in fact, its effect is not that BT. After testing, the farther the object is, the more blurred the clues it can track.

However, for wizards, as long as there are some blurred images and approximate locations, it is enough.

After all, they have the Apparition spell. As long as the target is not in a blocked space, they can rely on this information to lock the coordinates and teleport directly.

It is precisely relying on this monocle that the International Magic Federation can constantly obtain Harry's location information. Otherwise, with the powerful ability of the Death Cloak, it is simply wishful thinking for others to find him.

And the mysterious object called the Breaking Pool is used in conjunction with the Tracking Eye.

This is an irregular pond with an area of ​​about five square meters, which is filled with some kind of light blue translucent unknown liquid.

Its ability is very simple, that is, to break the space on the premise of obtaining enough information and form a one-way portal that can last for 30 minutes.

The most important thing is that the portal it builds can directly ignore any known means of blocking space, including anti-Apparition and anti-Apparition. The

reason why those wizards of the International Magic Federation can directly enter the Masonic Secret Realm is entirely due to the special abilities of the Tracking Glasses and the Breaking Pool.

In addition to the above mysterious objects, the International Magic Federation also accommodates a large number of harmful mysterious objects, such as the Back Killer (a hairy black child with a monkey-like appearance. When you get along with him, you must face him directly. If you see his back, you will die suddenly.), the Fear Box (a circus scare box with a clown doll inside. Once someone approaches the box, it will automatically open and the clown doll inside will jump out to kill.), the Evil God Gold (a high-purity gold nugget that will continue to proliferate. Any human who has come into contact with its body or its proliferated body will be transformed into a fishman within a month.)...

It is reported that these dangerous and harmful mysterious objects are sealed under the Holy Mountain and suppressed by the Holy Mountain whose weight cannot be estimated at all.

After listening to Benjamin's report, Mike's face became a little ugly.

He didn't care much about other things, and he didn't even care much about the information about the Holy Mountain. The only thing that made him unhappy was the tracking glasses and the sky-breaking pool.

The ability of this combination is really terrifying! This means that as long as the International Magical Federation wants, they can deploy troops into the Masonic Secret Realm at any time, or deploy them to Mike or other Freemason members. This is a huge threat to the Freemasons.

Benjamin also saw Mike's thoughts. He smiled and said:

"The use of the Sky Breaking Pool has very large restrictions. To activate it, you need very detailed information. However, with the vague information obtained by the tracking glasses, it can't break the space of the Freemason Secret Realm at all. And the reason why they were able to do it last time was entirely because they collected too much information about Harry, so they could use Harry as the coordinate point to transmit it."

Hearing this, Mike gave Benjamin a look. He had realized that Benjamin was deliberately keeping it a secret to make himself look bad.

However, Mike did not react more violently. He has always remembered the oath when the Freemasons were founded - to be in the same boat!

He and every member of the Freemasons are equal and have a friendship.

And it is normal for friends to joke with each other.

Mike frowned and said,

"Then the task now is to find Harry as soon as possible. You must do your best, otherwise the people from the International Magical Federation are likely to send someone directly here again."

"Don't worry, Arthur has already gone to find him, and I believe there will be results soon." Franklin said, "You know, as a demon hunter, hunting is what Arthur is best at."

"Didn't he just get injured? Why did he go out to find Harry again?"

Mike asked in surprise, and Franklin shrugged and said,

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. For example, I once finished 5 12-inch potato wedges and bacon pizzas alone when I was extremely angry. Arthur, as a demon hunter, is naturally not comparable to us mortals."

Mike ignored Franklin's inexplicable and weird remarks and just nodded silently.

Mike could understand Arthur's idea of ​​catching Harry as soon as possible to avenge the piercing of his chest, but he really didn't think highly of Arthur.

The Death Cloak was too strong, and even his legendary mental power could not see through it.

Although according to Victor's description, Arthur should be able to rely on some kind of hunter's intuition that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't work to vaguely "smell Harry's scent", it turns out that the reliability of this ability is still questionable. After all, if this ability is really useful, Harry would not be able to run from the teleportation hall to Victor's laboratory.

With a long sigh, Mike prepared to return to the Ministry of Magic.

There is basically no need to worry about Benjamin and others here, and he should go back to deal with government affairs.

But just when he was about to activate the door key, Penelope suddenly broke into the room.

"Mike, there is a guy who claims to be the president of the International Magic Confederation who wants to see you."

"Huh?!"

Mike's eyebrows suddenly raised. He had expected that the International Magic Confederation would look for him, but he didn't expect the other party to be so anxious.

But soon his mouth corners rose again.

The other party's anxiety just proved that he had a handle on the other party, which meant that he could blackmail them.

Of course, doing so will inevitably cause the other party's disgust, and even directly lead to the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo and the International Federation of Magic.

But Mike doesn't care about all this.

Anyway, Mike didn't intend to live in peace with the other party from the beginning. In this case, what's the point of this false peace? It's better to get more benefits!

Thinking of this, Mike smiled and said:

"Okay, where is he?"

"The other party said that he wanted to use the connection spell for remote communication. The address is 192.168.0.1."

"Then, let's go and see what he wants to say!"

Mike grinned, waved his hand and led everyone to the integrated command room.

The staff in the command room had already received the news and started preparations.

When Mike arrived and entered the communication address, a familiar white-bearded old man's face appeared on the big screen opposite.

"Good day, Mr. Mike Townley." "

Hello, Mr. President."

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man was silent. He was recalling whether he had introduced himself when he met Mike last time, because Mike obviously forgot his name.

If he didn't introduce himself, it would be his own impoliteness.

If so, he would have to reconsider his attitude towards Mike and even the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo, because this means that the other party does not take him seriously at all!

He personally prefers the latter. After all, in his impression, Mike is the kind of arrogant and annoying person.

However, he recalled for a long time and did not remember that he had introduced himself. In the end, he could only force a smile and said:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again, Sir Mike Townley. My name is Motore Uranus, and I am the current president of the International Magical Confederation."

"Oh, then Sir Uranus, what's the matter with you contacting me suddenly?"

Mike's tone was quite impatient and indifferent, which made the muscles on the face of the white-bearded wizard Motore twitch a few times, looking very angry.

Fortunately, Mottore finally suppressed his anger, raised his head slightly, and said in a cold tone:

"Sir Mike Townley, just now, the secret realm you are in was attacked by a group of white-robed wizards, right?"

Mike pretended to be stupid and said, "Yes, do you want to provide me with any clues?"

"In fact, they are the operatives sent by our International Magic Federation, and their mission this time is to capture a fugitive." Mottore said expressionlessly, "There is intelligence showing that the fugitive has entered a secret realm, but it did not state that it was the secret realm you own, so my subordinates would rashly enter without notifying you."

"It turned out to be you!" Mike pretended to be angry and said, "I was just looking for you! Your subordinates have caused great damage to me, you must compensate me!" "

This can all be negotiated. What I want to ask now is, are they still alive?"

"What do you think?"

Mike crossed his legs and said disdainfully, and Mottore lowered his head when he heard it, and said somewhat sadly:

"Is that so? Then I ask you to return their bodies, if they still have any. They are all warriors who have made outstanding contributions to world peace, and the International Magic Confederation needs to give them the honor they deserve."

Mike didn't say anything, but just asked the staff next to him to play the video of the mushroom cloud rising over Victor's laboratory at that time.

After reading it, Mottore sighed, picked up a piece of parchment from the table in front of him and read:

"In view of the losses caused to you by our erroneous personnel assignment, the International Magic Confederation is willing to compensate you with 200,000 gold Galleons, 1,000 stalks of Vipergra, 120 kilograms of dragon's blood, 3 tons of mithril..."

"Okay, stop talking." Mike interrupted mercilessly, "You should know very well that for me who controls the entire Ministry of Magic of Ying Country and the Los Santos Group, these ordinary materials are not of much value at all. If you want to get the bodies of the old triplets back, then show some sincerity."

"Then what do you want? Sir Mike Townley!"

Mottore's eyes began to become dangerous. He had vaguely guessed what Mike wanted. When he finally said Mike's name, he almost spoke it word by word with gritted teeth.

"I want to be mysterious..."

"That's impossible!" Motore interrupted, "Everything else can be discussed, but this one is not negotiable!"

"That's a pity. So this is the only way the International Magic Federation treats the heroes who have made great contributions to it? It seems that your company is just talking, I thought... Tsk tsk tsk."

Listening to Mike's deliberately arrogant tone and looking at the other party's beating-up look, Motore couldn't help but clench his fists.

If possible, he really wanted to smash Mike's dog head with a punch.

Unfortunately, there was a screen between the two sides.

After silently weighing the importance of the mysterious object and the triplets, Motore finally loosened his clenched fists.

The International Magic Federation has many mysterious objects, but if the things hidden in the triplets are leaked, it will cause serious consequences.

"Mr. Mike Townley, we can agree to your request to a certain extent, so let's have a good talk."

"Wouldn't it be better if we did this earlier!"

Mike jumped off the chair, and a fox-like smile appeared on his face.

...

Half an hour later, the long bargaining finally ended, and Mike and Motore finally reached a consensus on returning the bodies of the triplets and compensation.

Although the negotiation process was not very pleasant, both parties achieved their goals, so after the negotiation, both of them smiled faintly.

"Hehe, Mr. Mike Townley, my people are already on the way to the Ministry of Magic of Ying Country with your compensation. I hope they can see the remains of the three elders by then."

"That's natural. I can tell you responsibly that the bodies of the triplets are well preserved and will definitely not let you down."

Motore directly ignored Mike's somewhat rude remarks and began to divert the topic elsewhere.

Avoiding awkward conversations is a must for a noble. Even when facing a reckless man like Mike, Mottore was unwilling to abandon this virtue.

After chatting for a while, just when Mottore's smiling face was about to freeze, the transaction between the two parties was finally completed.

"Okay, Sir Mike Townley, we have confirmed that we have received what you want, so we will take our leave."

After saying this, Mottore let out a long breath and impatiently turned off the communication signal.

Chatting with Mike was really painful, especially when Mike was deliberately sarcastic, even the well-educated Mottore had a tendency to lose control.