Chapter 230

English channel.

The deck of the shankhost.

A line of crew and a group of children knelt on the ground with their heads in their arms, and behind them stood a group of armed soldiers with guns. Strong sea breeze, soldiers head helmet on the rope and iron impact, issued a jingle sound.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

a pair of black boots stepped in front of them. As he stepped on it, he counted it to the end, and then counted it from the end to the end, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

in the middle of the deck.

Mullermans sat in a chair, expressionless, looking at the sailors on their knees and counting his men. The sound of careless counting gave him a headache. These damned witches are so stupid that they have to form a long line to solve the problems that can be solved at a glance. God knows if they have studied mathematics.

"Seven, ninety, twelve..."

the voice pulled him into the whirlpool of memory, and he remembered the black robe rustling in front of him, as well as the pale hair of the owner of the robe.

It was a cold winter three years ago, and he was ordered to set out from the elite troops in Munich for a special mission to Berlin. He vaguely remembers the hundreds of people he saw when he got off the Opel truck.

And in the dark hall, greendevo is also like this, counting the number of people carelessly. He still remembers that the other party's icy fingers crossed his forehead, just like a skate, counting while rowing, 12345678.

From the beginning to the end, no one wants to look directly at his face, only to hear his voice floating in the dark night sky.

"... I don't care if you're Muggles or witches. But before I choose people, I want to know the quality of your souls. "

The guy said carelessly: "thief, robber will say soul. Porter, boatman, rich businessman, politician, soldier, killer, Muggle and wizard all talk about soul. But what is the soul? Who can answer me? "

The long line was silent under his cold fingers.

"No one answers. It seems that it is too early to wake up. The flowers living in the greenhouse will not understand what soul is, let alone need it. Only when people have nothing can they understand what soul is. Only when life is miserable and humble can they touch the essence of soul. I think everyone has the potential to awaken his soul, and the key to stimulate this potential is pain, no pain, no soul, so... In order to find the one I want... "

he took out the black wand and gave a smile.

"Drill the carpal bone."

The red light flashed by.

"My Lord." The next call wakes mans from memory. He slowly raises his head and says, "count clearly?"

"Thirty seven."

He whispered.

"There are only thirty-seven people."

"Yes."

"Have they found it?"

"No, we've searched all the places within 20 nautical miles, including the bottom of the sea, but we haven't found any trace of lemme or Bach."

"So..." he sighed and said to himself, "how stupid I am to catch 37 Muggles at the cost of two association witches."

"What happens after that?" Next to the men uneasy asked.

"Go straight to the British mainland to prevent lemme from absconding before us."

"No, I mean what about Aldo and ankel?"

The black robe's question made mans frown. He stood up and went to the edge of the deck. He looked at the vast ocean and the rolling white clouds in the distance and was silent. The captive Muggles trembled beside him, like planks in the waves. They did not know where their fate was.

"Let them go." Mans finally said, "we've tried our best to keep the loss in an acceptable range even if we can't find it."

He said that, the black robe around him was still looking at him.

"Why, didn't you hear me?"

"Mr. Mans, I have a word to remind you." Black robe leaned over and said, "Aldo is OK, but Anker, Anker belongs to the klester family, which is one of the most famous wizard families in Europe. Their family is very famous not only in the wizard world, but also in the Muggle field. Ankel's father is one of the top leaders of the association. If he can't be found, I'm afraid that I will die, right

"Very likely."

...

...

once again, the strange and changeable dream is beyond ankel's expectation. The cave just now is still rocky, and in a twinkling of an eye it is as complete as a wall. There's not even a crack in it.

He touched the wall and murmured, "is there any reason?"Hoffa thought there would be a ghost if he had to reason in his dreams.

Although his heart was a little dark and comfortable after watching ankel eat, the real uneasiness in his heart could not be dispelled.

It's been almost two days. He doesn't know where his entity is now. He may be floating on the sea or caught by others.

Worst of all, he still has no way to store even a little bit of magic, and has no control over the current bad situation.

Chloe behind him suddenly yelled, "Hey, you two, look this way!"

They turned around and saw Chloe pointing to the ground, puzzled. They went to where Aldo had fallen and saw another path five meters away.

The path was in the shape of a hole. Inside was a broken ladder all the way down. It was dark and deep, like a dog's hole leading to hell. A little breeze came out from inside, blowing on the three blank faces, making the three sober people in the cave confused.

Ankel swallowed. "Why does the ground blow out? This, this is a few meanings

Hoffa: "you ask me, who do I ask? But it depends. There's something that wants us to go down. "

He grabbed a stone and threw it inside. The stone made a pleasant sound of Ding Ding Dong. It never came back. It didn't mean to touch the bottom.

"I refuse to go down." Ankel didn't even think, "God knows what's down there."

"No one's pushing you down." Hoffa sat back beside Chloe, looking calm.

"Hum."

Ankel also sat down. He looked at the inexplicably many holes, and looked at Hoffa, his eyes turning.

In the cave less than 30 square meters, Chloe couldn't help grabbing the young man's arm. She was really scared.

Feeling the tense palms on his elbows, Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable. If it's normal, he's very happy that Chloe finally agrees and is willing to reconcile with himself, but now, what's the point of reconciliation.

After sitting for a while, ankel stood up restlessly. He looked at the still comatose Aldo hatefully, "there is no way out just sitting here." "We have to find a way out," he repeated

Hoffa sat cross knee by the fire and said calmly, "I didn't force you to stay here either."

"Is that your cooperative attitude?"

"I didn't force you to cooperate with me either."

"Yes, yes. Are you and miss lemme going to sit here and die? "

"That's not bad. I think at least she's pretty. It's good to be buried with me."

(the hand on his arm is released)

ankel's teeth are itching. Because of the darkness in the cave, Hoffa can't see his face clearly, but he can only hear the creaking of his teeth. However, he estimates that the other person's forehead is blue, but he also knows what the other person thinks.

"Ankel, no matter what you say, I won't go down and work hard for you." Hoffa said softly, "besides, I remember our agreement was that you would collect information and I would try to take you out, right?"

"You...!"

"Or are you just saying it casually?"

Ankel's face changed again and again. At last, he stretched out a fist and bared his teeth and said, "guess, it's the most fair. Who loses will go down to explore the way."

Hoffa laughed, "No."

"Damn you..." ankel strode toward Hoffa.

"Ankel."

"What for?"

"Have you ever thought of one thing? What would Aldo think of you if he woke up later? I can't go out for a while, but at least now, in our small group, you may become helpless. "

Ankel stopped. He took a deep look at him, and the murderer in his eyes almost burst out.

"You win, Bach."

He reached out and pulled out a torch from the fire and strode toward the cave. When he reached the cave, he said coldly, "in that case, I'll go and see the road. I hope you'll still live safely in the cave when I come back."

With that, he walked down the dark stairs without looking back.

Hoffa lay on the edge of the hole, watching the guy with a torch disappear into the dark, relieved.

"Gone." He said to Chloe.

It's the first time he's been sitting alone with Chloe in days, and he thinks they need to have a good talk, if not the fainted Aldo.

Chloe sat by the fire and looked at him coldly. "Is it fun to calculate?"

His words about funerary just infuriated the nun. Even in such a strange and changeable environment, she didn't have a good face. Maybe she didn't intend to reconcile with him from the beginning.

Hoffa: are you still mad at meChloe: what's the reason I'm not angry with you

Hoffa: "don't you feel ashamed? If you weren't so impulsive at that time, I would have worked so hard?"

"Yes, it's my fault, too. It's all my fault." Chloe, don't think about it. It's full of steam.

"It's great that you think that."

Hoffa did not want to quarrel with her. He just watched ankel disappear in the cave.

I don't know why, he was worried.

If he is in the normal world, he would like to die in the black robe of the imperial wizard Association. These people are the running dogs of greendevo.

Ankel, in particular, had an attitude of killing himself from the very beginning. Even in this case, what he wanted was to die as a Taoist friend, not to die as a poor one.

But at this moment, he is more or less looking forward to ankel's safe return, and then tells himself that this is a door to the real world.

After thinking about it, he thought he was stupid. The probability of this kind of thing happening was similar to that of Tom Riddell growing up to do charity and Chloe becoming a chainsaw killer.