"That's the situation. Mr. Landau will deal with that big shot. As for you..."
Veronica sneered twice and said sarcastically, "Although I don't know what kind of crazy evil things the boss has done, it's best to leave the city to avoid the limelight, otherwise I will fall asleep and never wake up again. Then no one will collect my salary."
Is it that exaggerated?
Wayne raised his eyebrows. He was just afraid of trouble. He didn't want to provoke a big shot who was involved in both the black and white worlds, thus falling into a vicious circle of beating up the younger and the older. If the other party really bullied him to his doorstep, he would...he...
He's not bragging, Abin is very brave.
If you have the guts, come at night and I’ll bury you all in the detective agency’s backyard!
"That big shot might give my father face, but it will take time, and during this time, you are not safe."
Veronica seemed to understand Wayne's thoughts and said bluntly: "Don't think that you can look down on ordinary people just because you are a magician. No matter how fast you are, you are not as fast as a bullet. If they ambush a sniper, how will you deal with it?"
Wayne nodded sincerely. From seven steps away, the gun was fast. Within seven steps, the gun was both accurate and fast.
It's a pity that he doesn't know how to use a gun, and he can't master the skill of shooting wherever he points in a short period of time, otherwise the two magic props in his hands would be at least a support.
"Besides, you are a magician, but the other party is not. As long as the other party is willing to spend money, there are many black magicians willing to work for them." Veronica said solemnly.
This makes sense, and Wayne agrees with it. Taking the North District where the gym is located as an example, the concentration of fog at night is obviously lower than that in the East District where warehouses and docks are concentrated. The main roads are brightly lit and there is no fog at all.
The North District is just a gathering place for the middle class. If it were to be replaced by the central district of Neerendam where the rich and powerful gather, that would be terrible!
Wayne saw it with his own eyes, he was at the scene, and he saw it clearly. Reality proves that money can be used anywhere. The rich and powerful know how to control magicians, or they themselves are a family of magicians who have been passed down from generation to generation!
"If you're leaving town, it's best to leave overnight. I'll take you to the train station. Mr. Landau has a remote estate out of town. I'll make the arrangements over the phone, and you can stay there for the time being."
Veronica had a sour face and felt extremely aggrieved. It was the first time she said goodbye to a man at the train station, and that man turned out to be Wayne.
It’s too bad that she still fantasized about a beautiful love.
It was sunset, and she said goodbye to her boyfriend, whose face she could not see clearly, in tears. Her boyfriend waved at her on the train, and she chased the train until they could no longer see each other.
The moment she thought about the scene of changing Wayne's clothes, she felt even more distressed. How would she, being unclean, face the sacred love in the future? Her husband was still brooding over this incident, so what if their marriage broke down?
"Veronica, you're so nice!"
Wayne was deeply moved. He took Veronica's hands and held them to his chest as if they were treasures.
I didn't catch it and I dodged it.
Veronica gnashed her teeth and glared at the instigator who destroyed her happy marriage: "Pack up, take some clothes to change, and follow me to the train station."
"Now, what about my owl?"
"Leave it to me first and I'll help you take care of it for a few days."
Veronica didn't let Wayne take the owl on the train because it was too conspicuous and would attract the attention of other wizards, and the trouble would only get worse.
Wayne nodded, and while packing his clothes, he contacted Abin through the Book of Greed. He would be away for a few days, so he asked the dog to be quiet for a while and not stay outside all night marking territory. He should also take on some responsibility of guarding the house.
Somewhere in London, in a cemetery far away from the detective agency.
The fog was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Cold phosphorous fire floated in the air. The surrounding trees had twisted branches and danced wildly in the cold light of the phosphorous fire.
The spirit of vengeance was entangled in the mist, and its roar rolled up a lifeless wall of fog. A point of soul light condensed in its mouth and split into seven small points of light.
These spots of light are Abin's dead children. Even now, he still can't let go and tries to use his abilities to summon the children back to his side.
At the side, a sturdy undead warhorse snorted, spewing out purple flames and black smoke.
It had a mouth full of sharp teeth and a spirit body similar to Abin's. Its skeleton was wrapped in cold light, and it was wearing a saddle and reins, with a bone knight sword hanging on its back.
This horse is Abin's new friend. As both are magical beings, they get along quite well. The undead warhorse is imparting his experience and teaching Abin how to better use soul magic.
Hearing Wayne's call, Abin was stunned for a moment, then turned around and started communicating silently with the warhorse.
"Yulia, my master is calling me to go back and look after the house."
"That's great! My master is missing..."
"That's enough for today. I'll come back to practice magic with you when my master comes home."
"What do you mean, your master isn't home?"
"Um."
"Then why not just go to your house and practice magic?"
"Okay? You said you've been waiting here for your master's call."
"It's okay. I've been thinking about changing my master recently."
"Would you like to consider my master?"
"Whatever. I don't really care. As long as I can pull out this sword..."
…
Cathedral Railway Station.
Wayne left overnight, and Veronica paid for the luxury train ticket.
Veronica angrily sent Wayne to the car, turned around and left angrily. The girl's beautiful fantasy of love and her precious first farewell were completely shattered tonight.
Not only did Wayne kill her fantasy, he also borrowed two thousand constitutional orders from her before leaving. This was no longer just a simple disco on her grave, it was more like digging up the grave, dragging out the dead fantasy and whipping the corpse repeatedly.
"Damn bastard, you'd better die outside and never come back!"
Veronica had a stern face, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her strong resentment turned into black mist, which could be seen clearly from a distance.
She didn't know that in the eyes of outsiders, she looked full of resentment, just like a heartbroken girl who was abandoned by her lover.
A lady wearing a black dome-shaped hat passed by Veronica. The brim of the hat covered half of her face, so her age could not be determined. But she must have been very beautiful. Passersby could see her fair and delicate chin, and the gradually rising curve of her red lips.
She was wearing a black women's suit, a long skirt, and a pair of black high heels. Her coat covered her curves, with only a part of her calves showing through the skirt.
The slender lines of the legs are elegant and charming, and against the backdrop of black clothes, the snow-white skin exudes a translucent luster.
Dazzlingly white!
The lady stopped and looked at Veronica, then got on the carriage where Wayne was.
"Edith, I have some things to take care of. Please change your schedule at the last minute and help me get rid of all the work."
"I know, let them wait!"
Shortly after the train started, a pure black owl flapped its wings and flew out of the window, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
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