Chapter 263: The broken patron saint

Ivan was worried that he would miss the meeting on his own and Esiah happened to miss, so he patiently continued to wait for the meeting.

However, as time went by, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Ivan's heart gradually sank, and he was not prepared to wait any longer.

Ivan walked out of the Kingdom Cross Station alone, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the Muggles on the street were rushing and passing by...

Suddenly, a strong wind blew over, followed by the sound of a whistle.

Ivan turned his head abruptly and looked over, and he saw a bright purple three-story bus approaching here.

It was as fast as lightning, ramming on the straight lanes, ignoring the traffic rules set by the Muggles, sprinting all the way backwards, and the pedestrians and vehicles next to it did not seem to exist to it.

Ivan even saw that when the bus was about to hit a person, the body of the bus twisted suddenly, bypassing the pedestrian in a very strange way.

And the Muggle’s face was stuck to the car window, and he didn’t even notice it...

After a while, the purple car hovered in front of Ivan, and the windshield read Knight Bus in golden letters.

The door was opened with a bang. A conductor in a purple uniform put his hand on the door, looked at Ivan below, and said.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus-this is an emergency vehicle used to transport troubled wizards! Just stretch out your wand hand and board the bus, and we can send you wherever you want to go!"

"I am Stan Sunpark, and I will be the conductor of this trip!" With a smile on his face, Stan Sunpark moved away, bowed slightly and stretched out his hand in an inviting posture, seemingly not worried about Ivan. Would refuse the same.

"Go to the Broken Cauldron Bar!" Ivan walked up as he expected. It was naturally faster to take the Knight Bus than on foot.

"A total of nine Sicos, thank you!" Stan Sampark reminded, after Ivan paid the money, he turned to curiously inquiring why Ivan was alone at Kingdom Cross Station.

"Is the little wizard who came home by himself strange?" Ivan glanced at him.

"It's really not a lot as young as you!" Stan Sunpark said with a grudge.

"Okay, go in, please sit firmly and we are going to drive!" Stan Sunpark patted the car door and asked with a smile. "Do you need coffee? Or chocolate? You just need to add three more! Today we can save you a newspaper or a toothbrush!"

"No!" Ivan shook his head and was about to walk into the carriage.

At this time, Stan Sunpark suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, frowning and asking. "Wait, have we met somewhere, I always think you are a little familiar..."

It seems to be more silent here than before.

The few shops in the eye were clearly still open, but they closed their doors and windows, and the dark wizards who wandered nearby were nowhere to be seen.

In the evening, the sun set, and the continuous light rain slowly stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were still gloomy.

Ivan's inner anxiety became more and more intensified, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Boom~

Just as Ivan was passing a corner, a huge explosion sounded from the front, and the bright red flames were clearly visible.

Ivan hurried to the direction of fire and explosion.

When he got there, Ivan's pupils shrank, and the place where the accident happened was his black magic shop.

An irregular circular hole was exploded on the side of this double-storey building, and some fire light, gravel and dust were still faintly visible on the ground.

Ivan blessed himself with an iron armor curse as fast as he could, and rushed in directly. Seven or eight corpses in black robes fell to the ground and were blown to blood.

It's a thunderbolt explosion! At a glance, Ivan recognized the killing magic that could cause such a range.

Did Aesia do it? How is she?

Ivan tried his best to think of a good place but he became more upset in his heart.

The use of blasting magic of such intensity in a small room is extremely dangerous, unless it is a last resort, it would not be done.

Ivan ran all the way, trying to use the faster unicorn shadow to help him search. The white mist gradually floated out of the magic wand, but he could not form the appearance of a patron saint...

"Hushen guard...Hushen guard!" Ivan tried hard to release his blood magic. Finally, the white mist reluctantly condensed into the appearance of a unicorn, but in the next second it suddenly dissipated, and the white mist floating from the wand also disappeared..

Ivan's footsteps stopped, his brain was blank,

On the floor in the corner of the hall, a familiar figure fell in a pool of blood. She closed her eyes, her delicate side face was bloodless, and her scattered long hair was stained with blood...

That's Aysia!