I played the world alone

Chapter 162 Master Killer and Black Witch

His Chinese accent is very authentic, with a bit of Beijing accent, he should have learned it in class with someone specially.

Thinking about it is right, you are a fool if you don't learn Chinese when you know the spell is in Chinese.

The next second, the tip of the wand lit up with a white light.

Then the white light bloomed like fireworks, turning into light spots as fine as white sand all over the sky and filling the room.

If nothing else, the scene is very beautiful.

But what really matters is what these white dots do.

He watched those white dots flying around like elves, burrowing into his skin, but they didn't stay, they went straight through and left quickly.

There was no special sensation, no tingling or pleasure, not even the tactile sensation of touching anything.

He had a vague guess, and sure enough, the next thing Hodge received his magic, he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a pity that you don't have wizarding blood. Well, according to what you said, you should be called a Muggle. Oh damn, that woman named Rowling is obviously not a real wizard, but she really made up some useful words just by relying on her imagination, which made us orthodox wizards get used to using them. It's a pity that the spells in her book are all made up, otherwise..."

After muttering a few words, he got back to the topic.

"If you are a wizard, you will absorb those white spots. The higher the talent, the more you will absorb."

"However, there are too few people with wizard talent. And from a genetic point of view, wizard blood seems to be a recessive gene with a very low probability. Even a child born to two wizards may not be a wizard."

"I see."

Although Sweet had some regrets, he didn't take it too seriously. The key is to figure out the process.

"Does every wizard know this kind of magic?"

"This requires special learning." Hodge shook his head, "But it's not too difficult, like those two guys should be able to use it after learning it."

"And since that Rice lifted the curse yesterday, all the magic effects have at least doubled, and it will be easier to use."

"Tsk tsk, I don't know what Rice's wand looks like. If I can get it, it might be auctioned for hundreds of millions of pounds!"

At this moment, Sweet couldn't help wondering if the boss was so money-obsessed that he had already accumulated a huge amount of unidentified property.

But the good news is that at least those two idiots will come in handy later.

I don't know if it's because of his status as an agent representing the government, but Hodge's attitude towards him is quite friendly, and he basically knows everything.

But when he tried to get some information about other wizards, the guy wisely kept silent or changed the subject.

So he didn't continue to ask further questions for the time being, but turned to ask the most critical question of this trip: "I got a piece of news that a terrible monster was sealed in this city 90 years ago. Do you know the details?"

"demon?"

Dazed for a moment, Hodge took a sip of his wine and shook his head: "Mr. No, I've never heard of any monsters. Isn't that a myth and legend unique to Eastern countries?"

"If you ask that there is no Voldemort in reality, I think it may be easier to answer."

"Is there really Voldemort?" Sweet was taken aback.

"Oh, of course not, my dear sir." Hodge shrugged his shoulders. "Although there are some idiots who want to use magic to do bad things... but to be honest, the sealed Rice is quite similar. You should know the official, come and tell me, is that guy really dead?"

This guy actually wanted to talk to him.

Sweet didn't answer him at all, but frowned.

"In other words, you don't know about this..."

If Xu Xun hadn't provided the news, he would have thought he had been tricked by a liar.

Even so, he couldn't help wondering if Xu Xun's news was wrong.

More than 90 years ago was not the ancient Middle Ages. The level of technology at that time was enough to leave photos or videos as evidence.Even textual information is not impossible.

But no matter how I searched the information at that time, I couldn't find any clues.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the kind of unsubstantiated scam that intentionally creates panic.

Hodge noticed his expression, and added: "Of course, I can't guarantee that I am omniscient, after all, I am not God. But as a qualified middleman, I know a little bit about the big and small things that happen in the wizarding world. So the thing about this monster... Maybe you met a liar."

Of course, it was impossible for Sweet to tell the truth to the other party. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Then do you know who the witch who rescued Rice yesterday was?"

"That woman..." Hodge smacked his lips, seeming a bit taboo.

"You really know?"

"I know a little bit, but not much." Hodge drank the wine in the glass in one breath, and said with emotion, "A terrible woman, or a family."

Sweet nodded slightly, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, pressed them on the table and presented them to him.

"Have another glass of wine and tell me in detail."

"Hey, this money is not enough for channel fees. But today I can give you a special offer." Hodge shook the banknotes slowly and stuffed them into his breast pocket.

"If you want to talk about her identity, you have to mention the original Rice. According to legend, there are only five students around Rice who teach personally. Of course, now we are generally called the five great apostles, which can also be regarded as the origin of us wizards."

"They are Anthony the Teacher Killer, Kara the Black Witch, Mark the Magister, Moses the Holy Maiden, and... well, Harris the Thief."

"About their stories, if you are interested, you can buy a copy of "Historical Records of Wizards" from me. It is said that the editor is Magister Mark himself! Although the price is a bit expensive, I guarantee that the stories will be wonderful and you will not be disappointed."

Hodge made a quick sale, and then continued on to the topic.

"The woman you're looking for should be the descendant of the black witch Kara. Her family is good at all kinds of weird black magic, very aggressive and good at hiding herself."

"I heard that they were born with only one goal, which is to break the seal and rescue Rice. For this reason, they have been fighting endlessly with Anthony's family, which has continued until now."

Sweet nodded: "Then how to find her?"

"Looking for her?" Hodge smiled and shook his head.

"I don't have the courage, and I don't have the channel to find her. Now that Rice's seal is gone, I can only wait for her to jump out by herself."

Sweet frowned, always feeling that the old man in front of him looked simple and honest on the outside, but in fact he had a lot of heart, and he must be hiding something.

Just as he was about to continue asking questions, the phone rang suddenly.

After picking up the phone, his complexion changed slightly, and he stood up abruptly.

"What? Some wizard used magic to rob?"

(End of this chapter)