"What do you mean?" Joel frowned, not knowing why, but he knew that he was right: Mr. Rowe would really have nothing good to do if he wanted to meet him.
"There is a guest from afar," Mr. Rowe said as if he had a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, and his voice sounded very harsh. "He promised me that he would repay me 10,000 yuan for just one item."
The debt of gold galleons..."
"And I happen to own this item?" Joel understood.
"Yes, that's a set of slates, said to come from Northern Europe..." Mr. Rowe's eyes turned red, "Mr. Taylor, just help me for Sergey's sake!"
"When our Luo Wei family becomes prosperous in the future, we will definitely repay you tenfold!" Mr. Luo Wei said hypocritically.
Joel didn't believe this statement at all. Mr. Rowe was obviously entrusted by the mastermind behind the scenes to get this set of Nordic slates.
The only people who are sure to have this treasure in his hands are... the Eternal Night people.
It's Lermontov.
The reasoning in Joel's mind surfaced, and he subconsciously looked sideways to see if there was an ambush waiting for him in Luo Wei's old house.
Mr. Rowe couldn't help but grinned when he saw his gesture.
"It seems that you have realized something, right?" He said lightly, "The fault is that you provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked. Please hand over the slate."
Sergey was surprisingly angry, "What do you mean?"
He felt that he was being used as a weapon today. He dug a hole and jumped down with Joel.
"It's not interesting." Mr. Luo Wei, whose body has been drained by wine and sex for a long time, is no longer as handsome as he was when he was young. Instead, he looks as scary as if he has hyperthyroidism. "This is also for our Luo Wei family, isn't it?"
"You definitely don't want to sell this old house, right?" Mr. Rowe asked Sergey.
"I'm different from you," Sergey shook his head. "I've never had any evil intentions, let alone harming others for my own sake..."
"You are still young and have not spent enough time in society..." Mr. Luo Wei's face now is like a seductive elder teaching his children the truth about entering society.
It's just that Sergey doesn't have the patience and doesn't agree with his father's point of view.
"Yes, it's because you have been in society for a long time and have acquired a lot of bad habits that my mother thinks you are an incurable bastard." Sergey sneered, showing no mercy at all.
Mr. Rowe stays.
Hearing his son's words, Mr. Rowe was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted and turned to Joel, "Hand over the set of slates and you can leave."
"Are you so confident?" Joel suddenly laughed, "I can guess who is the mastermind behind you..."
"Russian, right?" Joel said as the wand slipped from his pocket and fell into his hand.
Mr Rowe was not surprised.
Joel smiled and said, "Then do you know the identity of that person?"
"He belongs to the Russian Ministry of Magic, and his role in the organization is similar to that of an Auror," Joel explained to him, "Do you think they will help you pay off your debt?"
Mr. Rowe's expression finally changed. He knew how powerful the Russian Ministry of Magic was. During the Cold War, they were all-pervasive and lurking in the Ministry of Magic of Britain, the United States and other countries, and their methods were ruthless and unscrupulous.
Being targeted by these people, Mr. Rowe felt a cold sweat break out on his back, soaking his dirty robes. The people from the Russian Ministry of Magic would not help him pay off his debt. Ten thousand gold galleons and one
When remembering Avada Kedavra, it goes without saying which one is more cost-effective.
Joel was very satisfied with Mr. Rowe's reaction.
"So you might as well come to my side," Joel threw out his bait, "I have enough gold galleons to help you repay your debt."
Mr. Rowe was obviously in a dilemma of choice. He originally just wanted to snatch the Nordic slate from Joel's hand and exchange it for 10,000 gold galleons to pay off the debt - otherwise the creditors in the United States would have to spend money to buy him.
hands and feet.
He now saw that Joel's attitude seemed to be inclined to help him pay back the money, and he was a little hesitant at this moment.
"Pa bang bang..."
There was a burst of applause, and Joel tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.
Lermontov walked down the stairs, accompanied by two Yongye people wearing brown mink furs. They were as strong as cattle and looked very visually oppressive.
"Mr. Taylor, I have to say that your mind is really bright," Lermontov praised, "but it's too late. Now you have arrived at the Rowe family's manor, and we have set up a dragnet here."
"Three people?" Joel raised the corners of his lips with disdain, "You call this a dragnet?"
Lermontov shook his head, "There are more than three people. There are also three Evernight people in the manor."
"These are the most elite combatants of the Russian Ministry of Magic," Lermontov said with a smile on his face, "We have given you enough respect..."
Joel nodded, that would be great.
"Did you impose an anti-Apparition restriction?" Ever since Mr. Rowe saw that Lermontov did not refute his identity as a Nightman, he had been trying to escape from the manor.
"Of course," Lermontov nodded, indicating to his men to control Mr. Rowe, "your mission is over, leave the rest to us."
"Ten thousand gold galleons..." Mr. Rowe blushed.
"Don't worry, we Yongye people keep our word," Lermontov said with a smile. "Of course we won't help you solve your debt, but we can solve the debt collectors."
This was so true that Joel couldn't find the words to refute it for a while.
Sergei trembled and looked at Lermontov and the others. He suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at them.
"What do you want to do?"
"Quiet, you brat." A Yongye man said in a rough voice, took out his wand and quickly shot a disarming spell.
"Armor for protection!" Sergei shouted.
A wave of air shot out from the tip of the staff, forming an indestructible barrier in the air. The red disarming spell caused ripples on the barrier before being bounced out.
The sturdy Yong Yeren was almost knocked to the ground by the huge impact.
"Okay, boy..." Lermontov looked at Sergey and said with a hint of admiration in his tone. The other two Yongye people did not dare to say anything anymore.
"Give me the complete Nordic slate." He turned to look at Joel.
"What are you talking about?" Joel looked confused and looked very innocent.
"What do you mean by pretending to be here with me?" Lermontov laughed angrily at Joel's attitude, "I don't believe you didn't kill William."
"How can you ruin someone's innocence with your empty talk!" Joel said, pointing to Lermontov's nose.