Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Gnarlak carefully avoided the treasures in the room, kept his hands in front of him, and stared at Charlotte's hand, for fear that she would pick out a few gems and stuff them into his pocket. Charlotte was speechless.

"I'm not short of money, I'm not as obsessed with money as you are." Charlotte pierced through Gnarlak's little thoughts.

Gnarlak didn't care at all, rubbing his fingers, his backward hand looked weird.

"I have lured that person over. He may think that he is good at disguising himself. He didn't expect his every move to be under your surveillance. There are quite a few people you are hiding from."

"Why, you are very interested?" Charlotte saw that he still did not give up on the idea of ​​cooperating with him in digging graves. He failed to poach Charlotte's subordinates, so he retreated to seek cooperation.

He could see that Charlotte was not very interested in killing him, and that his life and death would not affect what she did, so he had the courage to make these demands when threatened by others.

This ability to hide in the shadows and walk in the dark is too much for Gnarlak's appetite.

Think about it, if he has this ability, those nameless and lost treasures are all in his pocket.

"Why are you so greedy?" Charlotte tossed a sapphire necklace under Gnarlak's nervous gaze, and Gnarlak's throat was about to pop out, fearing that the gemstone would fall to the ground, he didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

"Your wealth is more than one-third of the combined wealth of those families in the United States."

"No, no, no, I just want to give those buried treasures a chance to see the light of day. They were brought into the soil by their masters. If I let them stay there, my heart will be so painful that I can't breathe." Gnarlak He lit the cigar and took a deep breath. Fortunately, the damn curse didn't turn his cigar into ashes.

"..." Charlotte chose to look at the scenery outside the window. The black-robed wizard served as the background board, and Gnarlak would enjoy it very much. The safe house was all glittering with gold, and there were all kinds of expensive drinks and luxuries.

"Do you have a place to hide the treasure?" Charlotte looked at Gnarlak and smiled inexplicably. "As expected of the biggest gang leader and intelligence dealer, there are many ways to go."

"That's all in the past..." Gnarlak said that he is just an honest and responsible citizen now, except that he has a little more property under his hands, which may be a little illegal.

Charlotte thought he was farting. This goblin's greed has not restrained because of getting older. He hangs out in romantic places, pubs, casinos, black and white, and anything that can bring him benefits He is happy to make friends with people.

"Every year, the number of adventurers who die in order to explore the underground treasure keeps increasing. I put so many money-making ideas on my hands and don't do it. Why do you do this? Why do you want us to die there?" Charlotte heheed for a while. Voice.

"Fairies have no permanent enemies, only interests that last forever." Gnarlak raised a finger. His hand was originally covered with gorgeous rings, but all of them turned into ashes.

It's impossible to say no to hate, Charlotte didn't check this guy's mind at all, she was too lazy to listen to Gnarlak's words without repeating curses at her.

"You just take a look at the situation over there." Gnarlak rubbed his hands.

"If you're curious, I can send someone to take you there to see the scene." Charlotte held her chin. Tonight's actions were all expected. As for the person they want to catch, it's not a key person. Got it, anyway, all they can get is a wrong document.

……

Time soon came to the evening, the temperature at night was very low, only a few degrees, and the tumbling waves slapped the golden beach wave after wave, spit out some shellfish and garbage, the sea was very blue, and there was the sound of roaring and surging waves.

The remaining sunset glow reflected on the sea, sparkling, rendering the sea water into a dazzling red, and as the last glow disappeared, the sea also fell into calm.

Not far from the coast, there is a small red brick house with a kerosene lamp hanging on the window as the only light source in the house. On a wood carving.

Calloused hands caressed the wood chip, followed the grain, feeling the magic power brought by the magic pattern to the wood chip, the eyes under the presbyopic glasses were full of disappointment, blowing away the wood debris on the table, and throwing away the failed product in hand.

After several failures, the old man's patience was exhausted. He pushed away the pieces of wood impatiently, turned over a small yellow book, and read it under the light.

The shadows of the trees outside the house were whirling, and many people appeared out of nowhere on the beach. In order not to startle the snakes, they dispersed and surrounded the hut without releasing fluorescent lights.

"Be careful, there is a looking glass near the house. If you don't want the siren to sound here, don't touch the items here." A rough voice sounded, and a resolute face appeared under the hood. Martin looked at the person next to him. Woman, although he is the main actor, it is very difficult for this woman to go crazy and ignore her.

"Have you heard it all? Don't touch things that shouldn't be touched with too many hands and feet. If this guy is allowed to run away, that sinister Alex will definitely pick us up." But full of smiles.

Martin took a deep look at the woman, and looked at the others. These are Alex's confidantes. They waved. They held jammers in their hands. This thing was installed near the sight glass, so the sight glass would not be able to detect approaching People will all be labeled as good people by it, and no alarm will be triggered.

This thing..., well, it was made by the guy in the room, and it is used to deal with various alarm devices of other families. Probably this is the reincarnation of heaven, and you should be unlucky today.

Under Martin's signal, the person closest to the looking glass stepped forward to test the effect of the jammer, but the looking glass didn't respond. The man made a safe gesture, and the others stood up and looked at Martin, Directly ignoring Vivienne showed Martin's prestige among them.

Vivian didn't care either, she was just here to mess around.

"Investigate first, the alchemists are big dogs who always like to place all kinds of weird things near their houses." Martin is full of confidence in arresting people, and it is a headache to deal with these props. These props are enough for them to drink. Pot up.

It was said that they used their magic wands to conjure a metal long stick, two by two, Martin and Vivienne sat in formation, the long stick swept through the weeds and searched very carefully, not letting go of every corner.

Vivian yawned.

"It's too troublesome."

"As long as it is for the sake of no casualties, no matter how troublesome it is, it must be done well."

Martin was vigilant about his surroundings. These people had been on missions with him many times, and they knew everything about them. Too many people had died, so it was hard to explain to Alex.

Vivienne couldn't deny it, playing with her hair boredly, the wind by the sea was very cold, the small bugs in the grass were startled by the long stick, jumped in the grass, lay on the tree trunk, quietly watching the group of uninvited guests.

A group of people stopped in front of a tree stump. One person swept away the lush grass with a long stick. There was something buried in the soil. He squatted down and carefully scraped away the surrounding soil to reveal a disc. The other person gestured and Martin rushed over. Check.

"Explosive disk, fuck the fuck, don't let me catch this old man." Martin recognized this thing, and they also used it a lot. After doing bad things, they used it to blow up houses. Burn all traces.

Therefore, when one's own family beats one's own family, the one who knows how to do it best, one by one.

The burst disc was quickly cleaned up by them. This thing cannot touch the water. Once the water enters it, it will be finished, and it will be scrapped on the spot.

The alchemist felt that the flaw of this thing was not too big, it was used for attacking anyway, and no one was lucky enough to be on the water, so he destroyed the props. He never expected that the props he provided would be In the end it became a cage that trapped him.

The comfortable life at Cuthbert's house has already worn away his vigilance and attitude of striving for perfection. Anyway, his ability is like this. If you have the ability, you can find someone more capable to replace me. With this kind of market demand , the attitude of few talents, is very serious about showing bad, wanting benefits.