The old man was a little confused for a moment, "If I'm not stupid, then the newspaper is lying. Dunn Eric, that bastard who disrupted the market, isn't he already dead on the train?"
"Ah, yes, Isidor, he is dead, but I think it is unlikely that someone like him would do it alone."
"J, J, are you checking me?"
John immediately waved his hand and said sincerely: "What makes you think this way, Isidore, how many times have we cooperated, and you still can't trust me?"
"I never believed you. They called you Big Dog, not because of your loyalty. But..." The old man deliberately lied.
"Nothing, old man. That's not very kind of you."
"I do have a job here, J, but now is not the time. As you can see, those beasts from the Oil Gang have been very energetic recently. We should keep a low profile at this juncture."
John glanced at Xing Ze, who walked to the side very wisely, trying to pick out a few more interesting items among the messy and complicated goods.
"Is that your new follower? John, let me think about it. The last follower you buried in the forest in the suburbs, and the last one you sank in the Thames River..."
There was no emotion on John's face, "May they be happy in Avalon. This time is different. He is my nephew."
"I'm not blind, J. You are a pure white man, and he is not."
"My cousin went to the East decades ago."
"Ah, you have a cousin now."
"Damn it, old guy, do you want me to count everyone in your family?"
"Is he reliable?"
"Is he reliable?" John chuckled and turned to look at Xing Ze, "What do you think? He comes from the East. They ride on swords and fly with sharp blades. They can bring strong winds with their breath.
, Stomping your feet can cause earthquakes, and you can also breathe flames..."
"Are you talking about "The List of Gods", J?"
"Block for what? Damn it, Isidore, he is the most reliable person I have ever met. That kid is like a hound."
"It seems that you are really relatives." Isidore said sarcastically, "But now is not the right time, J, you should know better than me."
"There's never a good time, Isidore, never." John whispered, "How do you think those damn things are done? It's me, you know? Not the timing."
The old man took off his reading glasses and wiped them slowly and carefully, as if caressing a valuable antique.
"I still say the same thing, John..."
"Time passes." Xing Ze placed a rag doll on the front desk, "The weather is very bad today, sir. There may be sunshine tomorrow, but it may also be worse."
"Time is not with me. This sentence comes from "The Analects of Confucius", right?" Isidore put on his glasses again, "Why are you so obsessed with a dead person?"
Isido's erudition aroused Xing Ze's curiosity, "You know so much, sir. That guy owes me something."
"I'm an antique dealer, kid." Isidore replied with a smile, "I have a lot of time to research things that interest me. If you insist on finding your things, okay, okay, I do know Eric
I have a partner in Knockturn Alley."
Xing Ze never thought that Isido would provide that person's information for free, "Then what's the price?"
"You're on your way, kid. I have an employer who wants the recipe for red candy. If you can get it, I'll tell that partner of yours."
Hearing this, John's expression changed and he cursed: "Damn it, old guy, are you treating us like fools? Everyone knows that the formula is in the hands of the mad doctor, but the body of the person who wants to touch it will be
It’s almost like a monument. And at this critical moment?”
"So, I told you, the timing is not right."
Xing Ze thought for a while and asked again: "Isn't there any compromise?"
"Yes, there is, but it's not simple either." The old man replied, "Someone asked me to find a girl."
Although John cursed the old man's family in his heart, when he heard that there was another choice, he asked patiently: "What girl?"
"A sweet home lady named Naya disappeared a few days ago. Are you interested?"
"What did you call that girl?" John made sure he heard correctly.
"Naya."
John and Xing Ze looked at each other, and he showed unconcealable joy and said briskly: "Has anyone said that you look handsome with glasses, Isidore."
"You're making me feel sick, J, are you going to accept it or not?"
"Take that, I also want this one." Xing Ze said, pointing at the doll.
They got a picture of the girl and some information from her employer.
The girl named Naya had thick curly dark brown hair, a pair of violet eyes, and a mole under her left eye. She disappeared after attending the Avery family's ball on September 2.
"He doesn't look like an antique dealer." Xing Ze handed the photo to John.
"In addition to doing antique business, he also smuggled all kinds of things." John took the photo and looked at it. "When I first arrived in Knockturn Alley, I needed an entry point. He was a good choice. He is well-informed and has connections.
Many people in Knockturn Alley asked him for help."
"Like a bounty poster."
"Almost." John returned the photo to Xing Ze, "Beautiful girl, where do you want to start checking?"
"Didn't the employer give us an address? Why don't we go and have a look? It's better than wandering around here anyway. Where is it?"
John opened an envelope, took out the letter inside and read, "An underground Colosseum in Nottingham City."
…
The two of them stood on a high slope and looked out. The eagle eye technique provided a good view, and they had a panoramic view of the entire city of Nottingham.
"It's normal. I don't see anything wrong."
"Darkness is hidden underground." Xing Ze turned his attention to the forest next to him, where he was shot. Looking back now, he felt scared.
His attacker would choose a place with a wide view. The pile of rocks not far from the woods was very good. He must have used something to see through the concealment spell, but that thing couldn't see through the thick fog, so it could only see through it.
Magic, very church style.
Why not aim at my head? Xing Ze tried to explain the problem again. He could obviously kill me.
"That's where you were attacked last night?" John also cast his gaze on the forest, "Did the church also get involved?"
"Not sure." Xing Ze retracted his thoughts, "The Colosseum is below Nottingham. It's not open during the day. We have to find a way to get in. Do you have any good ideas?"
John lowered his head and pondered, and then asked doubtfully: "Why are there so many cars entering and leaving the museum? Are they moving?"
Xing Ze also noticed those minivans. Soon after they arrived, cars kept coming in and out of Nottingham City, first cars, then trucks. Now, the last minivan also drove out of the castle.