Chapter 822

Compared with the colorful night scene of London, the streets of the black market are particularly gloomy. There are no neon lights, no lights, and some are just as dark as during the day.

Walking on the not so wide brick paved horse road, the buildings on both sides are like monsters buried in the shadow, rushing towards you with silent sobs.

Even if it is already a relatively wide boundary in the black market, this sense of oppression caused by crowding still lingers.

Seriously, ASA doesn't like this kind of place - he hasn't liked it since he was a child.

He shook his head, dispelled some memories in his mind, and refocused his attention on the plan to be implemented later.

At this time, in front of him, a thin wizard he didn't know was silently guiding him. They didn't say a few words along the way.

That's the man sent by the Witt family to look for him... Yes, the old owner finally asked him to see him again.

"Dada... Dada... Dada."

There was no one around, so the sound of their footsteps was particularly clear.

This is a residential area in the black market. It is said that the buildings on both sides of the horse road have a history of hundreds of years.

But today, most of them have long been abandoned. It is only because those private property protection contracts are still playing the corresponding magical effect that there is such a large "special area" with extremely low space utilization in the already crowded black market.

In short, this is a rather wasteful place in the black market.

The residence of the Witt family is located deep here.

Like other family residences around it, it is wrapped in the darkness of the black market for many years. No one knows when it will only be an empty shell and completely lose the meaning of existence.

Suddenly, the two footsteps stopped one after another. ASA and the guide both turned a corner and walked into a modest vestibular garden.

Yes, perhaps the wizard families who once lived here are more or less famous, and even some are brilliant for a while. But now that these families have finally shrunk to this underground black market life, it means that their popularity is no longer.

In fact, only the brova family that Maka is familiar with is the real winner in the inheritance of ancient wizards.

ASA suddenly looked up - I have to say, the Witt house is still very imposing. The towering detached towers and fine stone carvings can feel the Germanic style born in ancient Rome and the subsequent Gothic mystery.

Tonight, most of the windows of this mansion still show some light of fire.

"Please wait here for a moment."

The wizard who led the way said so, and first stepped on the stone steps in front of the main gate, leaving ASA temporarily in the open space between the vestibule and the residence.

The fountain at the door is still emitting water, but where there is no sunshine, even the running water is less glittering and translucent, but a little more gloomy out of thin air.

This is not the first time ASA has come, but as he said before, he doesn't like this place at all.

Fortunately, the Witt family didn't let him wait outside for too long. After a while, the door of the house opened from the inside.

"Please come in. The owner invites you to talk in the small hall... Please come here."

This is not the wizard who led the way just now, but another older, and... To be honest, uglier, middle-aged wizard.

Of course, ASA didn't care about these little things. After all, he was just another guide.

Follow each other through the lobby and walk all the way down a corridor. When the other party opened a door for him, ASA walked in without hesitation.

The door closed behind him again.

"Mr. ASA, I think I have to say sorry first... It seems that our conversation was disturbed by others."

In this small hall, the old Victor is sitting on the sofa casually, sipping a cup of coffee. After ASA came in, he looked up at the door and looked very calm.

"Accidents are often irresistible, and I don't care about it." ASA was not polite, so he went straight to another sofa next to the old owner and sat down, "and, in fact, I have to apologize. After all, I left without saying goodbye at that time."

The old man who wanted to say "please sit down" just picked his eyebrow.

"Well, then we probably don't need to be polite anymore." old Witt said slowly, "the night is getting deeper and deeper. My old bone is not used to staying up late... Then I'll just pick the point!"

"Please." ASA nodded.

"It's nothing, just about the deal between us... From the strength of Marca McLean, I'm afraid your price is not enough."

The old owner's face was still calm and his tone was ordinary, just like bargaining for a broken umbrella whose umbrella ribs could not be closed in a thrift store.

"Do you want to raise the price halfway?" ASA said in a deep voice, "isn't the four remnant pages of the magic book abatair enough for your Witt family? Let alone, I have offered two of them to you as a deposit."

"Oh, I don't think the transaction is very cheap..." the old man said quite sincerely, "but Mr. ASA, I think you saw the skill of Marca McLean before you left. Do you think four pages is really enough for our Witt family to deal with those witches?"

"Hmm..." ASA frowned and pretended to be hesitant. "Yes, I did see some. The strength of McLean is really beyond ordinary people's imagination... But the reserve price given by our 'boss' is four pages. At first you agreed, but now you..."

He sighed as if in embarrassment, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

"Your 'boss'," Mr. Witt repeated the word and suddenly asked, "Mr. ASA, you mentioned the' boss' several times in this transaction. Speaking of it, my real trading partner is him... I don't know. Can I meet him directly?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

As soon as he was asked this question, ASA's answer became very straightforward, as if he didn't even need to think about it.

"At the beginning, I also said that our 'boss' never meets others, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity to others. I think you can understand this."

Just as the Witt family lived in seclusion, there are many hidden forces in this world. In fact, most of them may not have good inheritance power, but they strictly maintain the necessary mystery for a variety of reasons.

Of course, old Witt can understand such a person who doesn't want to show his face, but he can understand, but it's impossible for Haier Bo, who is still in the secret room at the moment, to understand!

"Well... Why don't you ask your boss first to see if he can understand the difficulties on our side. By the way, take a message for me and let him consider meeting?"

However, Assa seems to have no intention of changing the transaction value. Until old Witt mentioned it several times in a row, he "reluctantly" nodded.

"Mr. Witt, I can promise you to try to convey these words to the 'boss', but I still hope you don't expect too much... Sometimes our' boss' is still a very stubborn person."

Seeing that he finally agreed, the old man nodded:

"OK! Well, it would be better if it could be faster -"

"Victor."

Before his words were finished, a cold voice suddenly came out and completely covered his words.

"It seems that you can't even do this little thing well."

When ASA heard this voice sounded for no reason, he immediately pulled out his wand and went on alert. But no matter where he looked, he couldn't find any sign that there were others.

"Are you looking for me?"

ASA, who was scanning around, suddenly turned around and saw a wizard about the same age as old Witt sitting on another single sofa next to him.

At that moment, he felt a kind of deja vu pressure from the sight of the old wizard.

Yes, that's the one who stared at himself through the door!

"That McClane is really just an example."

Halbo looked at ASA casually, and saw that a layer of cold sweat was seeping from behind the latter, but he still glanced gently with his cold eyes.

"Hum, not only the true meaning of magic has been left in the past, but even the whole world has been occupied by ordinary people without magic talent. Wizards can only hide in the shadow and entertain themselves..."

At this point, he couldn't help laughing contemptuously.

"That means that as long as I solve McLean's obstacle, I can really start to achieve my goal. Moreover, it must be much easier than a thousand years ago... Isn't it?"

It's always boring to talk to himself. Finally, Haier Bo turned his head and looked at old Witt, as if he wanted to find someone to share his feelings.

While old Victor was embarrassed and nodded in agreement, ASA only felt that he didn't know anything at all.

……

On the other side, Maka was still in the dark alley, and his eyes were looking at one end of the alley from a distance.

In the shadow in the distance, Miriam disappeared with Mario Augustine, who had just woken up.

Maka let them go. She did what she said and let them go very simply. Although he did this for another purpose, it undoubtedly requires great confidence in millian's heart.

Of course, this act of letting the enemy go always makes her feel a little

"Well, it's time to call in the elves."