Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 94 Hunter and Prey

Watching the dead bones leave the room, Allen tapped his fingers on the table.

Originally, he planned that after he had accumulated a certain amount of magical power, he would be able to obtain a large amount of resources, including but not limited to materials, manpower, and some military support, by enlisting top rich people among ordinary people.

But with his in-depth understanding of the wizarding society, he realized that he was thinking simply.

Anyone who makes the rules does not want to be limited by the rules themselves.

For example, the dead bones that most likely represent the power of wizards and pure-blood nobles just now.

They dare to affirm their wealth so proudly, so it means that they have a high probability of being connected with the top rich people in the world of ordinary people.

It is precisely because of the secret transactions between wizard purebloods and ordinary people's top rich people that the profession of magic hunters is so prosperous.

They all need a group of experienced people who are not afraid of death and only accept money to help them explore the hidden and unknown magical world.

Fortunately, not only the wizarding world is undergoing tremendous changes, but also the world of ordinary people.

The traditional top tycoons can't get in touch with themselves, so naturally they can focus on the emerging Internet dignitaries.

It happened that the "Secrecy Act" in the United States was much stricter than in Europe, and my father could contact them through investment funds.

The technology and thinking of the new era will eventually push these old things into the grave.

Just as Allen was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

It was Scar who came in, his expression slightly cautious.

"Master, have you seen everything before?"

Allen nodded slightly, "Of course I have seen it before, so I came to see you alone today. I want to know the location of that tomb or the secret place. You can make a price."

Scar looked at the ordinary-looking alchemist and potion master in front of him, and the other party exuded a sense of laziness and arrogance from the inside out.

Like a dozing lion.

The other party is also different from ordinary wizards. Even if ordinary wizards do not report them to the Ministry of Magic, they will despise them from the bottom of their hearts.

But the one in front of him is different, his arrogance is not aimed at himself, but the strong self-confidence that naturally looks down on everyone around him.

Scar considered his words and said, "Master, your potion is very effective, but some of my brothers are still in pain."

Allen said indifferently, "It's a palliative, not a real cure for the curse. Judging from what you got, its original owner must be a professor-level wizard, or even a hidden great wizard. You should be grateful to Merlin for being able to come out alive."

Scar smiled embarrassingly, "I don't know if Master can save some of my brothers?"

Allen stared at Scar, who made him feel good.

The first is strong and shrewd enough to be harvested alive from the graves of ancient wizards.

The second is enough affection, which also shows that he is trustworthy in times of crisis.

He stretched out his hand to press his temple, and the power of waveguide connected him to the scar in front of him like an invisible rope.

Is the other party trustworthy?

Allen asked himself.

Then his keen sixth sense came to a positive conclusion.

"Why do you become a magic hunter?"

Scar was taken aback for a moment, is this a test?

He thought for a while and said, "Originally, my brothers and I were mercenaries, and we used to live with our heads in our hands. We got a magic item from a tribe in Africa and sold it to a rich man for a high price, so we naturally entered this business."

Having said that, he paused, as if he was also reflecting on himself.

"As for now, it seems that we have no choice but to do this business, at least it is better than killing people."

Allen nodded, "So do you want to discover the real magic mysteries?"

Scar swallowed his saliva. Those big figures, whether they are dark wizards or top rich people, use them as tools, and they need to be careful every time they make a delivery.

It never occurred to him that a powerful wizard would allow himself to 'discover the true mysteries of magic'.

"I do not understand what you mean."

"No, you understand."

Allen stared at Scar, "I need a group of people to serve me for a long time, including but not limited to force, intelligence collection, secret realm exploration, and experiments."

When he heard the last word, Scar's temple popped, wanting to refuse.

Allen waved his hand, "Don't rush to refuse, any benefit has hidden risks, the experiment I said must have great confidence, I will not treat my own people as one-time materials, please believe in my strength and talent in alchemy and potions."

Allen's voice seemed to have a strange charm, and he continued to speak persuasively.

"Don't you want to be a mouse forever after seeing the real world?"

"Dragon's blood potion can give you the strength and physique of a half-dragon."

"Alchemy wonders, even you can master the ability to cast spells, just like ordinary people master guns."

"What's more... Runic Totem, you really gave me a huge surprise this time."

Scar swallowed, and he admitted that Alan's words were too tempting.

No powerful wizard or top rich man has even offered them such a price.

Because he knows the value of the above things, and they are not something ordinary dark wizards or top rich people can get.

And even if it can be taken out, will it be used on a group of outsiders like them?
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and this Master Mobius is in short supply.

Scar's voice became a little dry, "Master, the last question is how can we guarantee our own rights."

"Magic contract." Allen said without hesitation, "This is the basis of trust between us. In this regard, magic is more effective than ordinary people's laws."

Scar was finally completely convinced by Allen, and he bowed his head slightly to show respect, "Master Mobius."

Allen was going to give a few more words of encouragement, but the silver bracelet on his hand was slightly hot, which was Katerina's signal.

He stood up with a smile on his face, "Bring your dinner guy, today is our first day of running in."

After the party, Earl Monroe, wearing a vintage white court dress, stood on the balcony on the second floor and watched several cars speeding away from his black castle.

He raised his glass and swirled the red liquor. Tonight is destined to be a restless night, but as long as it doesn't happen within five kilometers of his territory, that's fine.

Three off-road vehicles roared.

The bear man looked respectfully at the six-pointed star beside him. He had already been subdued by the other party in the first contact, "Master the priest, I suspect that the witcher will follow tonight."

Hexagram said coldly, "It seems that our little hunter still doesn't understand that in the jungle, the positions of the prey and the hunter will change instantly."

The silver light of the full moon cast down, elongating his shadow into a strange ram's head.

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