Chapter 265

"Which flavor do you like?"

Asked the owner of the ice cream shop.

It's supposed to be a sunny street with bright light shining on the snow-white table.

"What's the taste?"

Hoffa was at the table behind the ice cream shop, in high spirits.

"There are two flavors."

The boss stood by the bucket on the left side of the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of light blue and white ice cream came out of his mouth: "this flavor is mint and vanilla, which can make you intoxicated, excited and full of passion for life!"

Pop.

The boss put the ice cream in front of Hoffa, turned and went to another bucket behind the bar, pressed the switch, a red ice cream swirled out of the machine: "this one, strawberry and rum flavor, although not as exciting as the one in front, but it can let you find a kind of lasting mild and sweet in the hot summer, lasting."

A red and a blue two kinds of ice cream on the white table, was pushed over. "Which do you want?" the boss asked

"This..."

Hoffa hesitated for a moment and waved his hand: "Oh, children make choices. I want them all."

The boss shook his head, "no, we only sell one flavor, one person can only choose one."

"Well..."

"well..."

"well..."

"well..."

Hoffa was very tangled. He was gnawing his fingernails and looking at the two glasses of ice cream with different styles in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he pointed to the blue and white mint vanilla flavor: "forget it, I still want this one."

"Are you sure?"

The boss pointed to the blue and white ice cream and asked with a smile.

"This..."

Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time, then hesitated for a long time. Finally, he moved his eyes and gritted his teeth, "forget it, I'll take this."

The boss pushed the blue and white ice cream to him and then threw the red one into the trash.

"What are you doing?" "Don't give it to me," Hoffa yelled

"Not me, not you."

The boss shrugged: "come on, we're closed today."

Hoffa, holding the blue and white ice cream in his hand, turned away in dismay. But looking at the ice cream in his hand, he felt better again. Licked happily, the moment of entrance, as if kissing with peerless beauty in general, every pore on the whole body are comfortable to open.

"Ah ~"

he smilingly licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand, and he suddenly felt that the red ice cream which was not chosen by himself should taste good.

After thinking about it, he began to run back again, and wanted to ask the boss if he could try the ice cream.

It's really no good. It's OK to turn it out of the garbage can and lick it...

but as soon as you go back, the bright sunlight disappears, the red color is covered in all directions, and the air is like flesh and blood cut.

Back at the ice cream shop, the clean and bright bar was covered with dark red veins, dark red blood hung in every corner of the wall, and unknown human tissues, such as diseased internal organs.

The ice cream shop has completely become a slaughterhouse.

Countless flies are buzzing and cockroaches are crawling everywhere.

The ice cream in Hoffa's hand fell to the ground. He walked very slowly to the place where the trash can was placed. There was no red ice cream in the bin, only a bloody head.

"Ah!"

...

...

the scream was drowned by the car whistle.

Hoffa opened his eyes abruptly. Hold the chest, all up and down are cold sweat.

He was sitting in a bus, and out of the window there was a flash of scenery. There were lots of tall buildings, and the night was thick. The young man reflected on the glass was in a cold sweat on his forehead, with a strong fear in his golden eyes.

For a while, he released his hand and took out a round glass ball from his chest. The monster in the glass ball was quietly examining him.

It's another nightmare.

Damn it!

He put the glass ball back in his chest and didn't want to say a word.

The God of nightmares does not break his promise. As long as he falls asleep carelessly, he will surely have nightmares. This has been his third nightmare in recent days.

Heavy on the shoulders.

Looking at him, his long wine red hair hung down from his shoulder to his chest. He could hear the sound of breathing under his red hair. His heart was a little more stable. The nun was sleeping beside him.

"Hee hee..."

low laughter rang from his side.

Hoffa lifted his head from his shoulder and poked his head out unhappily. Under the dim light of the bus, several little boys and girls sitting next door were rocking their legs and watching him smirk."What are you laughing at?"

Hoffa murmured.

The little girl looked at him and made a shy gesture.

"Little man, big devil!"

Hoffa reprimanded again, in exchange for more faces.

He had no choice but to sit back. The nun was awake, rubbing her eyes and yawning. When she saw him sit down, she laughed, patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to relax.

At this moment, the driver in front of the car said, "Sir, tower bridge is here. Do you want to get off in the South or the north?"

"Just come down on the bridge." Hoffa replied. "I'll just walk the way back."

“OK。”

The driver stepped on the brake, and the bus slowly stopped on the bridge deck between the two towers. Under the bridge deck, there was the galloping Thames River. On the river not far away, the British warship Belfast was still standing, with bright lights.

At the moment, a week after they killed Mans, he only took a few days to send Chloe to his destination, London, England, after no opponent stopped him.

However, in order to cover his eyes and ears, he did not use any magic means. Instead, he packed a bus and drove to the place where he had been away for more than a year.

After paying the driver, Hoffa took the nun and the group of children out of the car. As soon as they got out of the car, the group of children ran around in high spirits and saw everything fresh.

When a freighter passed the tower bridge of London and the deck under it opened, they all cried out.

As the bus drove away, Hoffa asked Chloe, "how can I get in touch with Nicole lemme?"

"I don't know. Delphina told me that if I went back to London, someone would come to pick me up."

Hoffa:....

Chloe seemed quite natural. She stood on the tower bridge of London and looked at the buildings in the distance: "I haven't been back here for many years. Would you like to show me around first?"

"All right, then turn around."

Hoffa didn't have any good ideas. He gathered the children together and didn't let them run around. Then he took Chloe and the group of children for a aimless stroll in London.

London in 1943 is far from the future. The streets are full of luxury cars and famous brand shops. Maybe it will be the same ten years back. But the great devastation brought by the war left the whole city in a bleak atmosphere.

However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population size is still not comparable to that of Bournemouth. He could see countless scaffolds on Big Ben in the distance, black cars running by, and most of the pedestrians clutching black umbrellas, looking numb and in a hurry. All the walls he could see were pasted with signs of conscription. Only the occasional neon lights on the roadside and some pine branches remind Hoffa that Christmas is not far away.

But none of this affected Chloe's mood. She put her hand behind her back and walked backwards in front of Hoffa. She asked with a smile, "where are you going after that?"

"It's not clear yet."

Hoffa honestly replied that before the Ministry of magic came, he was not willing to think about his future plans before he sent the nun away completely.

"Is there anything in particular you want to do?" She turned and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hoffa.

"What do you particularly want to do?"

"Yes, the future life, dreams and so on?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"This battle can't go on endlessly. When the war is over, you have to settle down. You can't keep floating."

"Well, go back to Norbert and continue to make alchemy weapons with him..." Hoffa said uncertainly.

"To do this all your life?"

"Well."

Hoffa scratched his head, noncommittal.

But Chloe's eyes were a little reluctant to look at him, so he thought seriously and said, "actually, I want to open a shop in the wizard market and sell all kinds of things."

"What do you sell?"

"Well... Potion, maybe."

Hoffa subconsciously said his choice: "what do you think?"

"That's good. When the war is over, I'll open a monastery. Then you can open a magic drugstore next to me, and we can be neighbors."

"Be a neighbor? But I'm not Wang. "

He muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Chloe asked, puzzled.

"Nothing."

Hoffa was amused by the terrier only he knew: "I'm talking nonsense."

"By the way,"

Chloe suddenly stopped, and they stopped him when they passed a fountain in a jumping horse square, and their expressions became a little serious.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa is alert."You said you would tell me the reason for sending me back to London. Can you tell me now?"

"Cough... You haven't forgotten..."

Hoffa coughed a few times, and countless words flashed in his mind. After thinking about it for a long time, he almost cleared up his mind and straightened out his face: "I have a very good friend..."

"Chloe!"

A voice of surprise interrupted their chat.

Looking up, a group of men in standard Muggle suits turned out from behind the public telephone booth on the lower floor of a row of apartments in the distance. Out of the crowd came a bald man, a tall bald woman. She waved to them excitedly.

"Look here!"

It took Hoffa a while to recognize the bald woman. She was delphina, the Secretary of fatier, who had given the escort task to her Ministry of magic employee in France at that time.

She was wearing a lace skirt with a black frilly collar. The skirt may be 19th century, but it seemed inexplicably fashionable. She was very straight and calm.

Then, there was an old man who was very old and bent. From behind the bald woman, he clung to a crutch and looked at the crowd with a smile.

The old man still has hair, but it's very short. Hoffa could see the brown scalp through his loose white hair. When he laughed, he showed two rows of teeth, only two or three below and behind.

However, what impressed him most was the old man's eyes. In his view, those eyes did not seem to leave any traces of time, and they did not feel turbid and godless at all. It's as clear as a young man.

Hoffischer stopped chatting and became serious. Even if he didn't know who was coming, Nicole lemme, one of the most famous alchemists in history.

The bald woman, delphina, welcomed the old man with a quick walk, stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe, and praised, "look, I said it would be right to leave it to him, right?"

The old man ignored her. He looked at Chloe and opened his arms to hold her. But Chloe stepped back and hid behind Hoffa. He was embarrassed and said, "long time no see, grandfather."

He withdrew his arm and extended his hand to Hoffa: "I've heard of you for a long time. I just saw you today. Thank you for your help. Thank you so much."

"Well, you're welcome." Hoffa shook the palm as old as the bark. "You are younger than I expected."

"You are taller and more handsome than I expected." Nicoleme took him in both hands.

Hoffa turned his lips and didn't want to be polite. He gave up his position and pushed Chloe out. "It's over, and I don't want to disturb you any more. I don't have after-sales service, so don't look for me again if something happens in the future."

"Nature... Nature"

"that's for sure."

Delphina and Nicole both laughed, except Chloe, who was a little pale with her head down.

Hoffa doesn't want to stay here too much. Anyway, with Nicole lemme taking care of Chloe, he must be more reliable than his temporary bodyguard. After all, I haven't seen any profit in the past six months, and I've struggled with countless strange wizards and monsters, almost killing myself.

This kind of stupid thing, Hoffa thinks that once in a lifetime is enough.

As for what the current Minister of magic, fatil, will do with her ability, he probably knows, but he doesn't want to participate, because he doesn't want to see that man at all.

After pushing Chloe to nicoleme, he plans to leave immediately. However, as soon as he walked back two steps, a cry came from behind:

"just a moment."

Looking back, Chloe said hello to Nicole lemme politely, ran to Hoffa in three or two steps, and asked quickly, "is there any wish you can't realize by yourself? I hope I can help you achieve it."

After a pause, she said, "tell me, if I can do it, I will help you!"

"Ah..."

Hoffa put his hands back and looked down at his shoelaces, with a melancholy expression. But when he looked up, there was a big smile on his face. "No, I'm glad to meet you, Miss lemme."

Chloe didn't smile. She stood in the chilly air and looked at him seriously. "Is that it?"

Hoffa glanced at the crowd behind her and sighed. He wanted to hug her. He knew Chloe would not refuse, but the impulse eventually turned into restraint. He just patted the nun on the shoulder and said, "go back."

"Good bye then, Mr. Bach."

"Goodbye."

As she slowly walks back to the waiting line, Nicole lemme takes off her robe, puts it on her, holds her shoulder and nods to Hoffa, who nods to him.

Crackle.

There was a light noise.Nicoleme, Chloe and the children became a wisp of smoke, and the phantom disappeared.

The scene only left the bald woman, just looking at him with a smile.