Chapter 386

Hoffa immersed in the delicious spider, unable to extricate himself.

After a long time, Zaba said, "well, you don't want me to take you out."

Miranda: I'm just suggesting that you don't put too much weight on the outcome. Even if you can't win him, it's no big deal. "

"I will win." Hoffa put down his fork and said softly.

"At all costs?" Asked Miranda.

"I've paid everything." Hoffa replied.

At this, Miranda's face changed. She pursed her lips, leaned forward, and said in a husky whisper, "no, you don't. You are not a man with nothing. If you really meet him, I am afraid of...

Ding Ding.

A heavy push interrupted Miranda.

There were two new wizards in the middle of the lake tavern, a big beard and a short man.

"It's really bad luck. I dare not sleep for three consecutive days and keep my eyes open." A bearded wizard came in through the door, complaining loudly.

"No tranquilizers?" Asked the little wizard next to him.

"Damn it, some wizards in Peru have raised the price of green cocoa by three levels. Tranquilizers are becoming more and more difficult." The bearded wizard complained.

"What's the situation and why do they raise prices?"

Asked the little wizard anxiously.

"It's said that several witches in charge of collecting were killed by sleepwalkers. Now no one wants to do that work."

"God..."

the little wizard groaned, "what can we do if we go on like this? Without raw materials, we can't even afford coffee."

When they said that, Miranda's face suddenly changed. She took a long roll of parchment out of her arms and opened it. He stood up in a hurry. "Hoffa, I want to be with you, but I have to work."

Hoffa wiped his mouth and stood up. "What do you do? Maybe I can help. "

Miranda handed Hoffa the long string of parchments,

"look."

Hoffa then took a look. Ho, there was a long list of prices of all kinds of goods, all in kingalon. The figures representing the prices of goods were constantly changing. Most of them were written in green ink, a few in yellow ink, and only one in red ink, which was the green cocoa of the previous two witches.

"I'm responsible for keeping the wizard market stable and coordinating prices."

"Green means price stability, yellow means volatility, red means abnormal, it can be very high or very low, it's usually something big that will happen," Miranda said

"Green cocoa, what's that?"

Hoffa asked.

Miranda pointed to Hoffa's green bubbling drink, and Hoffa took a sip.

The entrance feels like Muggle coffee, but it's sweeter and more powerful. After drinking, it's like a cold air rushing to the top door, which makes him shiver.

Miranda said: "it's a herbal material collected by the wizard in Peru, which is used as the main raw material for wizard coffee and some refreshing drugs.

Now, as long as you fall asleep, you will be attacked by dreams. If you want to be not addicted, you need to have great perseverance, or not to sleep directly. Therefore, there is a great demand for these herbs. "

After that, she took a piece of parchment and walked out of the Floating Island Restaurant quickly. Hoffa quickly followed her and asked in shock, "are you responsible for coordinating such a large market?"

"Well." Miranda answered with her nose.

"Oh, my God, did Adebayor give you the task?" Hoffa said sincerely, "it's amazing."

Miranda shook her head and boarded the boat for the return journey. With a magic wand, the boat swished back.

She was sitting in the bow of the boat, holding parchment in one hand and an old-fashioned Muggle pager in the other. She kept communicating with the people in the pager, which was probably the specific reason why the price of green cocoa rose wildly. She kept switching the people she talked to, sometimes in English, sometimes in French, sometimes in German, sometimes in a language that Hoffa couldn't understand at all.

He sat quietly in the stern of the boat and looked at Miranda without blinking.

She wore glasses, a dark blue robe, Martin's boots, and her hair was carefully combed. Obviously, she is still a young girl, but her speaking attitude and temperament seem to be another ADBE goshak.

There is no doubt that the girl in front of her has completely grown up. She is no longer the dark girl in grade one, nor the rebellious girl two years ago. Now she is wearing a blue robe, her hair is simply tied behind her back, and she is concentrating on her work. She looks very attractive.

...

after getting off the ship, she took Hoffa to the stone arches she had seen before. When she reached one of the stone arches, Miranda stopped. There was a big box beside the stone arch. Beside the box stood several young witches. They were talking to each other anxiously."What happened."

Miranda interrupted them.

"Miranda!"

Seeing Miranda coming, several witches immediately stepped forward and said excitedly, "you are here at last. The witches in Peru said they would raise the price of green cocoa by seven floors." "We don't know what to do," said a short haired wizard anxiously

"It was just the third floor." Miranda said calmly.

"They said that three more people who were sent out to collect drugs have died. Now, the supply channel is seriously blocked, and no one on their side can deal with the problem. People are in a panic."

Miranda took out the parchment, looked at it, frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "I'll deal with it myself, you three. Don't supply it to any store or pharmacist for the time being. I'll release the price after I deal with the things over there and coordinate with the people over there."

After that, Miranda issued a brief instruction, "help me to link the flying road network to Peru."

A few young witches immediately found the backbone. They were a little relieved and began to work in front of the stone arch. Soon, a green flame was burning inside the stone arch.

Miranda stepped into the fire and said to Hoffa, "would you like to help me?"

Hoffa said: "of course!"

He walked into the green flame. Miranda grabbed his hand and said, "Nasca hummingbird mountain."

The fire was so bright that it engulfed them. Soon they disappeared into the stone arch.

Rolling, breaking, whistling, something deafening roaring in Hoffa's ear. It's like being sucked into a huge socket. His body seems to be spinning rapidly. In the green flame, he can see the countless arches outside, which are probably the transfer platforms built by other countries.

Then, all of a sudden, the rotation stopped, the green flame disappeared, and the damp, cold underground lagoon disappeared. Instead, the hot, dry sand blows on Hoffa's face.

He and Miranda were standing on a sandy mountain top, with no green around them. Only gray clouds and dull air.

In the middle of the mountain, there is a small village, which should be the village where Peruvian witches live. In the village, there are some houses made of branches and soil.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a continuous brown desert, and a huge hummingbird pattern about 300 meters long, painted on the ground.

Nasca line.

When he saw it, Hoffa realized that he had indeed left England and came to the other side of the earth.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he thought that war was the best catalyst for invention. Ten minutes ago, he was still having dinner underground in London. Ten minutes later, he came to the other side of the earth to accompany Miranda to solve the market problems. If you sell this invention to Muggles, you have to buy a patent of tens of billions of dollars.

Then, Hoffa thought, if the dream has extended to the other side of the earth, doesn't it mean that Silby's talons are all over the world, and what step has his plan been completed? As he thought, he will gather all people's magic power into himself? "

Confusion has no result.

In the distance, a group of guys wrapped in linen came in a hurry. There were only about a dozen of them, including men and women. Each of them had dark skin, long stature and sad faces.

After approaching, the first old man clutching a stick said something he didn't understand. He was very excited and his body was wide open and close.

He seems to be not only afraid, but also dissatisfied and angry with Miranda.

Miranda didn't answer. She stood beside the old wizard and listened silently to their needs and their anger. It's just an occasional expression of comfort and understanding.

After venting for half an hour, the old Peruvian wizard calmed down and said in English, "since the agreement signed at that time was for you to protect us, those monsters outside the garden will be dealt with by you, OK?"

Miranda nodded. "That's natural. Since we have promised, we will do it. Please send me a guide. I'll solve the rest myself."

Maybe Miranda's attitude is very appropriate. Maybe the old man was just too excited and regretted after venting. He hesitated and said, "Hey, goshak, can you really finish it? Those sleepwalkers have killed dozens of good hands in the nearby tribe. Do you want to discuss with your grandfather and let him solve it?"

"No," Miranda said calmly, "thank you for your concern." She patted Hoffa on the chest. "Look, I still have bodyguards with me?"

Hoffa immediately straightened out his chest and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

However, it seems that those Peruvian witches are not relieved by his smile. On the contrary, their sad faces have not changed at all. They talk with each other anxiously, and the air is filled with despair.

When the leading old Peruvian wizard selected a young male guide from the crowd, the guy was not happy in every way and almost cried, which seemed no different from going to execution.But the chief's order can't be disobeyed. With a sad face, he left the top of the mountain with Hoffa under coercion.

Hoffa whispered Miranda: "who's that old man? What agreements did you sign? "

Miranda replied, "that's inhanio, the leader of the sober wizard here. They signed an agreement with adebe half a year ago. They are responsible for providing us with green cocoa, while we are responsible for protecting their reproduction and the safety of their transportation routes."

Then she sighed: "I should have noticed the abnormality earlier. It's almost a day since the accident happened here. I know that the possible loss will be greater than expected."

"Blame me," Hoffa said shamefully. "I didn't come at the right time."

Miranda bumped into him with a smile and said softly, "this is my job. I have problems every day. It's no big deal if you don't come."

...

soon, led by the young guide, they came to the green cocoa plantation.

The back of the mountain is different from the front. There are several terraces on the road, and some crisscross canals and plantations. It looks like a paradise.

However, when it was about 500 meters away from the plantation, the roads became chaotic, the ground was covered with red footprints, and the trees were staggering. The air smelled sour and bloody.

The guide didn't dare to move forward. He kept muttering around Miranda, sweating on his forehead.

Miranda didn't embarrass him either. After a few words, he let him go. If the guy was pardoned, he ran back and ran to his own people without looking back.

More than 100 meters behind them, the group of Peruvian witches hid behind the tree stumps and fences, sticking their heads out, fearing nothing.

Hoffa was surprised that since he returned to this world, he did not see any unusual behavior of sleepwalkers. They wandered in the streets like wood, lifeless and without threat. Why do these witches talk about sleepwalkers like tigers.

"Is the so-called sleepwalker so terrible?" Hoffa asked.

"A sleepwalker is not terrible, terrible is a group, just like a drop of water is not terrible, terrible is the tsunami." Miranda replied.

Further on, Miranda's words were confirmed.

On the hillside, there is a cliff, which is temporarily surrounded by a row of branches and stones.

Under the cliffs, there were also a large group of walking corpses he saw in Europe, tens of thousands of them.

Unlike those in Europe, they don't wear iron cages. This is a group of South American people, they crawl on the ground, crawling on all fours, tirelessly hitting the green fence. The fence wrapped with branches and vines was crumbling and about to collapse.

Under their feet, farmland and cocoa plantations should have been trampled in a mess. It looks like a lot of damage has been done.

Miranda rubbed her temple with a headache: "because their consciousness is engulfed by dreams, they often do some incredible things under the action of instinct, which are often very destructive. For example, they like to run to places where there are many people. The more people there are, the more people there will be. In a few days, it is estimated that this place will be flooded by the sea of people. "

"So we have to get rid of these guys so that the plantation can return to normal, right?"

"Of course," Miranda nodded, "we should not only drive them away, but also completely hide their tracks. We can no longer let new sleepwalkers join them."

After a pause, Miranda asked Hoffa, "do you have any good way, any good way to fight without blood?"

"This..."

Hoffa seems to be in a bit of a dilemma. Since he got the power of time, he has always felt that there are no rivals in the world. It is true, but now he has found the limitation of the rule of time.

If you fight one-on-one, as between him and grindworth, the power of time is almost invincible. In front of it, everything tends to be static, and he can kill it.

But facing ordinary people like the vast sea of people, Hoffa didn't know what the power of time was doing.

Even if he slows down a hundred times, a thousand times, these guys will still be stuck here in a swarm, unable to move. Even if he set the time back ten seconds, the scene was the same as before.

What should we do?