The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

Britain may be small in size, but it has a long history... here, there is a history buried in every inch of the ground under your feet. "

"What I want to show you this time is a story about England. But the protagonist is not the England we are familiar with...but more like an undiscovered country."

Danny Black was standing on a deserted road in the suburbs of London, in front of him was a camera that had been cast with a levitation spell.He stood in front of the camera lens floating in the air, showing an elegant smile, and spoke in a gentle and magnetic tone.

Just yesterday, the platinum couple left the US and returned to the UK for the third day.

He completed the procedures for going abroad in accordance with the law of Mogong, left the United States by plane, and set foot on the land of the United Kingdom at ten o'clock this morning.

Before going to McCoff to report, he decided to shoot the beginning of the documentary he wanted. Even if the plan for the wizard documentary failed in the end, he could use it as a British travel video and treasure it for himself.

"It will be a long journey... because what we are looking for are some magical things that do not exist in people's cognition."

Danny continued to smile, talking solemnly, while walking forward slowly, the camera flew steadily along with his pace.

"In the story of King Arthur that has been sung for thousands of years, there are wars, love, betrayal, pure chivalry, friendship and dedication. This time, our protagonist is King Arthur's only best friend and mentor—Merlin..." He Pausing for a moment, he showed a mysterious smile to the camera, and continued softly: "The descendants of..."

"Did Merlin really exist?"

"What kind of mysterious magic does Merlin have?"

"Will Merlin leave any heirs? Are there any people in Britain who have the same mysterious power as Merlin? I will answer all these for you."

Danny beckoned and took back the camera floating in the air.

He hit the stop button and rewinded to watch the replay.

"It looks pretty good. I'm really a genius."

He thought smugly, and then, he stuffed the camera into the backpack on his back, and walked quickly to a road leading to London not far away.

"Sir, are you going to London?"

Just as Danny was thinking about whether it was an apparition, a taxi suddenly stopped beside him, and an old driver with gray hair and glasses who looked a little older poked his head out of the window.

The old driver looked ordinary, very inconspicuous, dressed plainly, wearing a small gray cap, and had a very respectful attitude, "Sir, there is still a long way to London from here."

"Uh... yes." Danny raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a shy smile. He looked at the taxi in front of him, probably from the suburbs, and there was still mud on the tires.

"I just saw off a guest." The driver smiled kindly, "I'm heading back now. If I go to London, I just happen to be on my way."

Between the two options of magic and taxi, Danny hesitated for a while, and finally, under the kind smile of the kind taxi driver, he chose the taxi.

So, he opened the car door and sat in neatly with a backpack on his back, looking like a college student returning from a hiking trip, "Then I will trouble you, Diogenes Club, thank you."

"Diogenes? Oh, I know that." The driver replied and started the car. "I heard that there are many big people there."

Danny smiled, "I'm not very familiar with London, I just went to find someone."

"The weather in London is always so gloomy. It's raining recently, and the roads are not easy to walk." The old driver first complained softly, and then asked casually, "Listen to your accent, are you American?"

"Um, yes, my accent is obvious?" Danny blinked, seeming curious.

"No, it's just that I'm very sensitive to this. You know, as a taxi driver, I often pick up a lot of foreign tourists, and they usually come from various parts of the world. Usually at this time, guess where they come from, it's me hobby." The driver turned his head and gave him a gentle smile.

"That's funny." Danny replied with a friendly smile and echoed softly.

"Are you visiting relatives in the UK?" Maybe the journey was too long and boring, the old driver continued to ask with great interest.

"No, my father is British. He passed away not long ago. His dying wish was for me to go back to England."

Danny replied without vigilance, "Actually, I don't think it's necessary. Because I'm already a complete American...Of course, it's not that I have any views on Britain. It's just that you can understand, I was born and raised in America, so..."

"I understand, son." The older driver seemed to be evoked with a touch of warmth, and he said kindly to the passengers, "You can treat this as a trip. In fact, there is no An old father is willing to embarrass his son. He may simply want you to come to the motherland where he once lived, to walk around for him, and to have a look."

"You're right." Danny replied softly.

His eyes were quietly looking out of the car window, because the car was driving very fast, and the rows of scenes were quickly reversed, just like the memories that had passed away, and people's eyes were always looking at the front.

"This time, I will take a serious look at the place where my father was born and grew up. After that, I probably won't come here again."

"It's hard to say, maybe when you want to leave, you will be reluctant to leave." The old driver winked at him happily and said, "Britain is a very beautiful country, and there are many beautiful girls, you will like it its."

Danny laughed suddenly, "Maybe."

The old driver seemed to want to continue to say something. While driving steadily, he looked up thoughtfully at the passenger from out of town.

Suddenly, he noticed from the rearview mirror that the other party yawned and showed a sleepy expression, he couldn't help but stop talking, and suggested gently, "Son, you can actually sleep in the back first, the rest of the journey It's still relatively long, and I'll wake you up when I get to the place."

"Thank you, I'm really a little tired." Danny smiled politely, and did not reject the other party's kind concern. He tilted his body, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

He was indeed a little tired after the long plane journey, and later migrating from the airport to the suburbs here to shoot some video clips.

Moreover, he felt that it was necessary for him to recharge his spirits, because Mr. Mycroft Holmes, whom he was going to see later, was not an easy boss to deal with.

The taxi was driving fast, the old driver stopped talking, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and his fingers holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

England, Scotland Yard.

"Damn it, it's the third 'suicide' case this month!" Inspector Lestrade's head hurts, "This is very unusual. The outside media is still watching, if we still don't do anything, the consequences will be dire You can imagine."

"But what measures can we take, Inspector? The dead are all suicides, and they took the poison themselves." A capable and shrewd female police officer replied in a very sarcastic tone.

"Officer Sally Donavan. That's not a request, but an order." The good-tempered Inspector Lestrade was undoubtedly irritated by his subordinate's unceremonious remarks.

He frowned, and said quickly and harshly, "Three cases, the same drug, the deceased had no motive for suicide, and the corpse also appeared in a sparsely populated place. Now, tell me, is this a problem that suicide should have? "

The female police officer was speechless. She rubbed her long seaweed-like hair irritably, "Then what should we do? Should we ask that freak for help again?"

Detective Inspector Lestrade was silent for a while, and then heaved a long sigh, "If the suicide cases continue to happen and we still have nothing to do, then that's the only way to go."

Police Officer Sally Donovan showed an angry expression, but she couldn't do anything.

"How about Anderson? Any new discoveries?"

"There should be no new findings. No matter how many times you check, it's suicide."

"It's terrible." The inspector showed an extremely depressed expression.

At the same time, Danny, who had just arrived in the UK in a taxi, sighed the same as the inspector not long after: "It's terrible."

"Here we go, boy."

The taxi stopped smoothly in front of an old construction site, and the old driver with a kind smile woke up the sleeping foreign passengers in the back seat.

"Where is this place? Is Mycroft bankrupt? How did the Diogenes club become so desolate?" Danny woke up in a daze, looking around, feeling a little lost for a moment.

"Because this is not the Diogenes Club." The old driver seemed to find his confusion very interesting, and kindly indulged him.

"Then where is this?" Danny's mind gradually came to his senses.

He sat up straight, thought for a while, and asked with a frown, "Did you bring me here because you want to ask for more fare? Maybe, after I return to China, I should discuss the problem of London taxi drivers with you." How low is the moral bottom line?"

"No, no, no, I don't need money." The old driver hurriedly waved his hand, and he said with a smile, "I just want to show you here."

"Where is this?" Danny began to feel bad. He didn't know what happened recently. His physique seemed to have finally started to look like a 'time traveler'—the legendary accident physique?

"Abandoned construction site...the last stop in your life...children, you can choose a name you like." The old driver straightened the taxi driver's ID hanging on his chest with his hand, and smiled. explain.

"Damn."

The ominous premonition in his mind came true, and Danny felt very helpless.

"Now, get out of the car, kid, I don't want to be too rough on you." The old driver raised his pistol at Danny, and he said gently like an elderly elder, "I will give you the choice between life and death." rights... Take it easy, kid. Let's face it together."