Revenge always makes people full of motivation. Take Victor now for example. Most of his purpose of living is revenge. Xiang Mephisto and Xiang Zhouyi. Although it sounds a bit incredible, this is exactly what he is doing now. Yes, that's right! He has begun to take action for his hatred.

Of course, the road has to be taken step by step and the food has to be eaten at a sip. Even the stupid fool is not willing to directly attack Zhou Yi, a nearly impossible opponent. Therefore, the first target of revenge that Victor chose for himself was Mephisto, a man who brought him more painful and torture. Mephisto's torture made him hate him more intensely than Zhou Yi, and this is also the reason why he chose to revenge him first.

However, even Mephisto, with the power he has now, is a mountain that cannot be crossed. It is almost impossible for him to rely on his own strength to complete his idea of ​​revenge. Relying on others and cooperating with others is his only possibility. He is very clear about this, and he has also found the goal he wants to find.

On a street in an old street in England that is rarely known, Victor walked slowly to a grocery store alone. He looked at the name of the grocery store, Merlin Department Store.

It's a very ordinary name. You should know that this is the birthplace of the legend of King Arthur in the United Kingdom. There are not many names including Merlin and Arthur. But in this place, this street, there can be a department store called Merlin. Then this is where Victor is looking for, so he pushed the door and walked in without hesitation.

Like the department stores all over the streets and alleys of London, Merlin Department Store is also a small department store selling all kinds of daily necessities. Here you can buy most of the things you need in your life, of course, not too good or too bad. Whether it is price or quality of the goods.

This is the common feature of all small department stores and their capital for profit. In most cases, people who come here will not care about this. Because they are almost all residents living nearby, buying things here has long become their habit.

Of course, they were also very familiar with each other. So when Victor, who was wearing a dark green cloak and covered in the shadow, walked in, many people couldn't help but whisper.

"Hey, a weird guy is here. Who is this? Do you know?"

"Of course, if this weren't a Skywalker under Master Yoda, it would be a magician from Hogwarts. Look at his cloak, the pattern on it is so fine, it's probably a little more valuable than my suit."

"Please, man. Your suit was bought from the fritters market, and it cost only fifteen pounds in total. Not to mention that cloak, even the silk thread sewn on it can't compare to it. I tell you, it's gold. I believe my eyes, I won't read it wrong, this is a fat sheep."

Ancient London is also indispensable for guys who like to steal, and this guy who speaks is obviously one of them. When he heard him say this, the other person subconsciously swallowed, then looked around, lowered his voice and said to him.

"What, man. Are you going to attack him? This guy looks pretty strong and he looks a little uneasy."

"Not easy to mess with?" He glanced at the tall and wrapped Victor, and the speaker couldn't help but sniff, and then sneered. "You are kidding me, a otakus who likes osplay. Although he is tall and big, they can kneel on the spot and call you dad. Matthew, if you don't want to, then don't get involved. But I can warn you that the final benefit will not be yours."

Hearing this sentence, the guy who was a little cowardly just now couldn't help but tremble, and then swam around Victor with his eyes with his thick dark circles. He was judging and using his mind to measure the gains and losses in the middle. But soon, a sudden impulse made him unable to help twitch his nose and his whole body became chilled. He knew that his drug addiction was about to be inflicted. And the torture that could kill people felt that he would never want to try it for a second time in his life, so he immediately nodded and said to his companion.

"Okay, I've done it with you. But I can't be here. This is Lao Meilin's shop. If we do it here, we won't have any good results."

I looked at the tall and thin old man who had been standing behind the counter and was wiping a porcelain plate on the watch, and was actually warning him with his eyes. The person who proposed to pull the corner of his mouth and showed an awkward smile. Then he pulled his companion and said in a low voice.

"Of course, let's follow him and find a chance"

Victor didn't care about the plots of the two little people behind him. He was no longer a mortal, so there was no need to take the threat of mortals to heart. After walking around this small department store, he found an inconspicuous small door.

It was the back door of the store, and behind it was the alleyway of the old street. Usually, shops would go out by throwing garbage or doing something else. Victor's target was behind this door, so he did not hesitate and walked out directly through the back door.

A man who rushed into the store hurriedly walked out of the back door without buying anything. This situation really made the people who were buying things in the store unable to help but be curious. Several women buying groceries couldn't help but poke their necks out of the door to see if someone was chasing this strange guy.

These women have begun to conceive the plot of criminal police and gangster films in their minds. Of course, with their observation, it is difficult to find that there are two missing guys who are habitually sneaking in the store.

Victor pushed open the back door of the shop and walked directly to an alley. It was a closed alley. Without taking a few steps, he walked to the end of the alley. A thick brick wall blocked him, making it impossible for him to go further. Of course, there was no need for him to go further.

The sound of footsteps came soon behind him, and two worn-out British men blocked him directly from behind. One of them took out a pistol and roared in his head.

"Take the money. We don't want to make trouble, let's hand over the money. We'll let you leave here safely?"

Victor slowly turned his head and faced the two brave thieves behind him. He had no intention of submitting, but just asked such questions to them through the metal mask on his face.

"Do you think you can get anything from me? What made you think that arrogance and ignorant enough thoughts?"

"Don't pretend to be a ghost?" Hearing Victor's words, the person who proposed to take action immediately approached and threatened him further. "Do you think you are the high priest Imoton of Egypt? You are wearing a mask. I tell you, even if you look like a ghost, it is impossible to hook up with a girl at the comic convention. I honestly hand over the money to me, don't you hear it. Otherwise, I will open a hole in your head and in your chrysanthemum."

In order to strengthen his deterrence, he held the pothole-burning pistol in his hand that had not been maintained for a long time and approached Victor further. But before he could walk to Victor, a red halo suddenly appeared at his feet.

It was as if a door to hell was opened from his feet, and his body disappeared directly into the red halo. Through that halo, the man named Matthew could clearly see that the blazing flames were surging there, and in just a moment his companion burned to ashes.

At this time, even the stupidest person knew that he had been provoking a partner he shouldn't have provoked. So he subconsciously twisted his body and ran as if he was trying to do anything. But before he could run too far, a big hand suddenly pressed his head and took him off his master's neck.

The owner of the department store, the person who was called Old Merlin by the neighbors around him, appeared in front of Victor and asked with a cautious look on his face.

"Who are you? Why did you show up in this place?"

"Merlin?Merlin! It's you." Looking at the shop owner who was wearing an apron, with a conspicuous red skin, no different from an ordinary British old man, Victor immediately showed a clear expression of excitement in his eyes. "I just don't know, which generation of Merlin you are?"

"I am Merlin XVI. Who are you? Tell me quickly. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether you can leave here alive."

When Old Merlin said this, he quietly bent and stretched out the finger of his left hand behind him. With his movements, a blue magic flame suddenly surged in his hand. It can be seen that if Victor did not give him a satisfactory explanation, he would definitely not show mercy to his hands. Of course, even if there was a suitable explanation, the result might still be the same.

As a mage qualified to serve the oldest devil, Victor's magical attainment is naturally extraordinary. Old Merlin's movements cannot escape his eyes. He doesn't care about this, or he doesn't take this threat at all. Even knowing Old Merlin's movements, he turned his body and faced the wall behind him, and said with his back to him.

"More than two hundred years ago, one of my ancestors boarded a large ship to the American colonies from London. At that time, he had friends around him. Like you, the man was also called Merlin, but he claimed to be Merlin VII."

Hearing this name, Old Meilin's eyes immediately shrank. At the same time, the movements in his hands also took a short break.

"I heard from Merlin VII that the gypsy magician named Gailai von Doom. He had a very important thing in his hand and a special promise."
Chapter completed!