There is a tavern in an inconspicuous corner of the commercial street next to Wagadu Hospital. It is old, but very clean and tidy.
There is a doormat placed on the floor at the entrance of the tavern, and customers will clean their shoes as they walk by.
Behind the door lies a swallow-tailed dog with a forked tail. It looks very old and has been sleeping all day. Whenever a customer comes in and smells something bad, he will immediately wake up and chase them away with a grin on his face.
In the dead of night, a dark figure appeared in the alley in front of the tavern, walking silently in the shadow that the moonlight could not reach, as if it did not exist in the world.
Hei Yongjuan walked to the door of the tavern, raised his head slightly, saw the coffin with the sign on it and opened the coffin lid, so he opened the door and walked in.
There will be a few more bright candles in the tavern tomorrow night than usual, and the black Yongxuan is instantly illuminated. An old man who looks like Patrick Stewart walks slowly towards the only table in the tavern.
The swallow-tailed dog on the ground raised its head alertly and immediately ran away behind the counter with its forked tail between its legs.
Jack ignored the seven people standing against the wall. After walking away, he calmly said to the boss behind the counter: "Let's have something new."
A glass cup that had been used for an unknown age flew to the counter, followed by several sugar cubes and a lime with green peel. The sugar cubes shattered in the air and fell into the cup, and the lime was also divided into several pieces and followed closely.
Finally, a bottle of vodka flew from the wine rack and I poured half of it into it.
The boss used his right leg with only the thumb and index finger to hold the wine glass, and his left leg without the little finger took a bottle of honey and a green grass stalk the size of a leg finger. He walked over and placed it respectfully in front of Jack, and finally said softly: "Please
Add honey to your taste."
Jack picked some honey with a straw, put it into the wine and slowly stirred it, while asking calmly: "Am I the only one left now?"
The boss bent slightly and replied: "He is the only one alive."
"Here you go." Jack picked up the glass and took a sip.
Having lived for a long time, I have become indifferent to life, separation, and death. When I heard that my old friend had passed away, my heart did not fluctuate much.
The boss bent down and said, "Thank you."
He carefully lowered his head slightly after Jack walked away in the wrong direction, so he dared to look at the table and did not dare to look at Jack the wrong way.
After Jack put away the wine glass, the boss said: "He has found out clearly whether there is indeed a group of people planning to avenge Edie, and whoever takes revenge will receive his inheritance."
"That garbage," Jack's voice was emotionless, "should be swept into the trash."
The boss pointed to the seven people standing next to the wall and said: "Those young people are the new generation of 'mourners' and can help you."
Jack turned his head and looked carefully at the seven black wizards. They were between thirty and forty years old. They were all wearing black suits and leather shoes. Their vests, shirts, ties and leg warmers were all red, and they wore big sunglasses.
, wearing a boat-shaped hat with a red rim, and one person in the middle wore a black round-brimmed hat.
"They are all good kids." Jack looked away and nodded towards the boss, "Then leave it to them."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took another sip. Seeing that the boss seemed to have something to say, he said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
The boss said cautiously: "He saw Ruby following a child now."
Jack replied calmly: "He was his first student."
The boss looked like he suddenly understood, and all the doubts in his mind were solved.
Then Jack asked him for some information about the old wizard, and after drinking, he got up and left.
After he walked out of the tavern, the seven wizards standing against the wall all collapsed to the ground, and the sweat on their backs had already soaked through their suits.
The wizard wearing a round hat walked on the ground and asked the boss: "Teacher, is he the person I mentioned?"
After the boss nodded, the other person wiped the sweat from his head and said, "It's terrible. When his eyes looked over, he felt like his whole body was being cut with knives from his skin to his external organs."
"He is not a wizard who can be understood by common sense." The boss sighed and touched the ear with only a hole left with his leg. "The three major demon kings in Africa were the 'Emperor' Bedel and the 'demigod' Desi.
He killed all of them. There was Edie the Butcher who was not killed because of the scapegoat, but he killed all of his capable legs. Now they are no more than one toe in the past."
The seven people trembled. When they were children, they had heard from their parents and friends how cruel the "Three Demon Kings" were. The boss's two ears and several leg fingers were cut off by "Emperor" Bedel.
Yes, those three names could cure children crying at night.
"It's getting late." The boss glanced at the clock on the wall. "If you do a good job, maybe he will reward you with something when he is happy, and you will benefit from it for life."
There is a small cattle-raising tribe more than 30 kilometers away from the tavern. There are about 20 households that make a living by selling cattle to Wagadu every ten days. There are only a dozen women left in the tribe.
God killed the cow for the bandits who broke in and cooked it, etc.
When the moon sets tomorrow night, the tribal music suddenly sounds in the sky with a very contagious melody. The cows in the cow pens and chicken coops, whether on four legs or two, can't help but take steps to dance consciously.
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Dozens of bandits rushed out of the house with wands in hand. The dim moonlight was enough for them to see seven people in black suits, red shirts, and red leggings standing on top of the wall surrounding the tribe.
"Undertaker?" One of the robbers came out, "What do we mean?!"
At this time, there was a bright red ribbon hanging in front of the bowler hat, and a highly decorative red scepter was held on his leg, and he said calmly: "Someone has arranged a funeral for you."
After saying that, their horses moved their legs, the scepter in the bowler hat's leg pointed, and a black halo of light struck the group of robbers.
The wizards and robbers were running away from each other, and a few people were caught off guard. They seemed to be fine, but their thinking and reactions instantly became sluggish.
A ray of red light struck, and a robber who couldn't react was instantly dismembered.
At the same time, there was an invisible and invisible curse, which was enough to break mountains and rubble and hit the human body.
There was a green curse that seemed to be shooting into the open space. No one paid attention to it at first, but a robber noticed that it suddenly turned red and turned around to fly towards him, so he pulled his companion next to him to use it as a shield.
The wizard who was being used as a shield looked at the magic spell and thought it was over. However, he did not expect that the magic spell would turn around again in front of him and behind him and hit the target accurately.
The robbers began to fight back, shooting black and gray death curses at the wall, but the bodies of the mourners lit up with a dazzling red light. The glowing shields not only blocked the curse, but also made their legs seem to be caught by car headlights.
Generally speaking, you can't see where the target is.
Seeing that although there were many of them, the robbers could not easily pay the mourners, they wanted to escape.
Strands of tough steel wires appeared from time to time, binding some people's legs and feet tightly, waiting for death to come.
A few bandits took advantage of the chaos and escaped from the tribe's wall. After running for a while, they were relieved to see that no one was chasing them.
At a moment east, they saw the last red light in their lives lit up before their eyes.
The oldest wizard among the bandits resisted until the very beginning. When his legs were entangled in the wire and dragged to the ground, he realized that his life was about to end.
"I...we..." He suddenly thought of an ancient legend, "Did we use the seven magics on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro?"
His answer was a death curse.
After dawn, the tribe survivor Ma Zai notified Wagadu Magic. When Wagadu's own Aurors arrived, they saw the corpses of all Idi's followers put in beautiful coffins and placed in the open space.
Place them neatly.
Babajide Ajinbade and many people also rushed there quickly. After seeing those coffins, their hearts sank. They couldn't figure out why the leg-killing organization of the mourners wanted to have a conflict with Idi's gang members.
What do they think? Charles is out of town and can finally go shopping now.