Chapter 98: What are you thinking about, I'm talking about Jin Jialong!

"Dougt!"

Before Dougte finished speaking, Esiah walked out of the basement and interrupted aloud, with a trace of anger in his low tone.

"Okay.. okay...I understand, those are things from the past." Dougt didn't want to mention these old events, because they always remind him of some angry things.

Dougt talked half way, leaving Ivan confused.

ten... ten what?

While Ivan was guessing silently in his heart, Aysia threw a book over and hit him on the head.

"Read me well, don't keep asking about irrelevant things..." Aysia gave him a dissatisfied look, and finally looked at Dougter.

"Did you get what I need?"

"Of course, it's just that this thing is not easy to handle. You have to find a box that can trap it, and it took a lot of effort to send it here."

Dougert grinned and continued to complain, but then the conversation changed, and he patted his chest to indicate that if he could help, this trouble would not be a big deal...

Aisia was not interested in listening to these nonsense, and threw the bag in her right hand over.

"Is this enough?"

"Look at what you said, I'm just doing a little favor, not a deal." Dougter smiled flatteringly, and after receiving it, he changed hands and threw it on the counter, beckoning Ivan to put it away.

The bag is not big, and it is very light when it hits the wooden counter, but there is a sound of metal crashing against each other.

Ivan guessed that the internal space of the bag may have been expanded and its weight reduced.

I looked in through the unfastened opening, there are glittering gold inside, there are many, all of them are Jin Jialong...

The conversation between the two of them, Ivan can also understand very clearly, the Jin Jialong that needs to spend this value, Dougt can only get a dementor...

"I used it to learn to call the gods, or else?" Ivan shrugged.

"I knew you were going to use it, so I brought the box over." Dougt muttered to himself.

Ivan naturally saw Dougt's careful thoughts, and was speechless, and he didn't want to spend an afternoon with this old man.

As soon as he went out, within a few minutesDougt took out a hip flask from his long sleeves and filled it up. The reason why he didn't drink it in front of Aysia was that Dougt didn't want to influence himself in the other side's mind. In front of Ivan, he couldn't help it.

Dougert’s house is not far from here, only a small alley, but the location is relatively remote, there are almost no houses around, but some trees and weeds grow empty, the side of the house is still slanted and slanted. There was a dusty sign with a few words outlined on it.

St Mungo’s Magic Hospital...

Ivan looked a little weird, if he remembers correctly, the hospital in the wizarding world seems to be called the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries, right?

I dared to hang up the sign after deleting two words, this is also a ruthless person...

Fortunately, no one came to trouble him all these years...

When I reached the door, Ivan realized that someone was waiting there. It was a wizard in his thirties. The wizard robe on his body was very shabby. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the left hand under his sleeves was faint. Braving the black air.

Werewolf?

Ivan looked at him, and he quietly held the wand in his right hand. After only a few days, Ivan did not forget the battle that night. One of the silver-haired werewolves was hit by black magic in his left hand.

The scruffy wizard didn't mean to do anything. Instead, he walked up to Dougt and pulled his sleeves apart, revealing the corroded pits and pits, with a weird appearance of his left hand.

"Is there any help?" said the wizard.

Dougte drank, but that didn't affect his judgment at all. After looking at it for a while, he opened his five fingers and gestured.

"I can only last for five days?" The wizard was silent for a while before speaking.

"I mean, there are a total of five hundred Jin Jialong..." Doug said gruffly.