The man in the strange-looking robe walked towards him. The watermelon in Wizard Farmer's hand fell to the ground. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the man. He looked at the approaching man cautiously and asked, "Sir … are you a new colleague or a contact from the pureblood family? I don't think I've seen you before. Hello, my name is … Kaji according to your English pronunciation.
Ryouji … wait, stop approaching, or else … "
But just as his wand was about to hit the man, the man lifted his hood in front of him, and he finally saw the man's face clearly. The Wizard of Breeding was so scared that his throat tightened, and he couldn't make a sound. He felt that the palm of his hand that was holding the wand was sticky, and his forehead was full of sweat.
His hands were trembling non-stop. In this situation, he should have pressed down on the Death Eater's mark and reported the news of Allen's arrival. But under the other party's gaze, he didn't dare to move at all. His mind was filled with thoughts of how to save his own life.
"Allen Ha … Principal Harris … I … I …" Sensing the dangerous and cold aura from Allen, Wizard Farmer stumbled a few steps back. He felt a warm current flowing down his leg and out of his pants. "I'm just … a farmer … Don't kill me …"
"Then, boss … how much is one of your watermelons?" When Alan smiled, he was very friendly, but it was obviously even more terrifying in the eyes of the melon sorcerer.
"Take whatever you want! Take whatever you want! "Wizard Farmer felt even more nervous.
"Let me ask you, how much is one of your watermelons?" Allen had been smiling for a long time.
Wizard Ponytail opened his mouth when he saw that Lin Li was not satisfied even if he did not take any money. However, when he saw that Lin Li was acting like he really wanted to buy a watermelon, he did not dare to not cooperate even if he knew that Lin Li was deliberately looking for trouble.
Wizard Ponytail used his magic robe to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He subconsciously blurted out, "Seven Garen … Ah! No! " As if he was frightened by the price he quoted, he quickly changed his words. "Sorry, I misspoke. It's seven Nats."
The ponytailed wizard noticed that Allen did not answer him immediately. Instead, he pressed his finger on his arm, just like how they usually used the mark of the Death Eaters. After waiting for a moment, Allen raised his head and smiled apologetically as if he was an easy-going customer. "Sir, can you help me pick one?"
"Aye!" Wizard Farmer Wizard Sorcerer's voice was a little inarticulate. His heart was in his throat, and it was so suffocating that he found it difficult to breathe. He stiffly walked into the field and picked the watermelons one by one. felt hopeless. Was this Harris trying to kill him after he walked into the watermelon field?
The sorcerer picked a watermelon that he thought was growing well and patted it to confirm. He took a deep breath and turned around in fear, only to find that Allen didn't seem to have any intention of attacking him at all. Allen stood by the field with his arms crossed, looking at him as if he was really there to buy a watermelon.
Although he was relieved, Sorcerer Melon walked back, trembling. He handed the watermelon to Allen. "Mr. Harris, what do you think of this?"
"This melon of yours, is it guaranteed to ripen?" Allen placed his hand on the watermelon and patted it lightly. The watermelon made a dull sound, as if there was an echo.
"I grow watermelons! I know which melon tastes the best … I would never dare to pick one raw for you! " He looked at Alan in horror, his arms holding the watermelon tightly, and his lips and teeth stiffly murmured an explanation.
Then, Sorcerer Melon was stunned to see Allen suddenly take away the magic wand that he didn't hold before. This made him a little scared, and Wizard Ponytail, who knew how powerful the other party was, had no will to resist at all.
Allen chopped down with his knife, and the watermelon fell to the ground. The red juice scattered all over the ground.
Allen raised his head, dipped the tip of his magic wand in the blood-like watermelon juice, and sniffed it. "It's indeed ripe. Maybe my aunt will like the smell better …"
"Mr. Harris, I'll pick a few more for you, please … Huh?!"
The magic wand in Alan's hand turned into a sharp sword made of magical energy that radiated a red light. Seeing this, the male sorcerer realized the fate he was about to face. Just as he let out a crazed scream in despair, he felt something hot sticking to his stomach and entering it. Then, pain and weakness spread out, and all the muscles in his body spasmed. Losing his strength, he could only gasp for breath.
"I've been drinking too much lately so I need to control myself. I can't eat too many sweet things … Your level of incantation is just right for me to use this useless trick. Let's treat it as a weight loss exercise …" When Alan pulled it out, the ponytail man suddenly felt a gush of warmth spurting out from his abdominal cavity. He covered his wound with his face scrunched up. With a thud, he tilted to the side and fell to the ground.
"The soil watered with human blood does grow well, but in this modern era … I have a mixed-race friend who can regularly cast a Swell Spell on pumpkins to solve the problem of planting. It's your fault for using a Muggle to farm …" Allen put away the magic wand that had turned back into its original form and kicked Wizard Ponytail's magic wand away. He began to dig in his pocket. "If you keep pressing on the wound, you might be able to hold on for a while, but if you let go, you'll end the pain quickly. If you can muster up the willpower to get your own magic wand to heal yourself, you might be able to survive. What do you think? What will you choose? " As he spoke, Allen took out a handful of gold coins and threw it at Wizard Ponytail. "By the way, I'll take over your melon field."
Wizard Ponytail, who was feeling his own breathing, heard the sound of the stone door moving from the cave in the cellar not far away. Realizing that he was hopeless, he let go of his hand that was pressing on his wound in frustration. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. He tried hard to open his eyes, but in the end, he could no longer hold on.
Before he completely closed his eyes, all he saw was the sound of Allen's ancient-style leather boots walking steadily into the cave.
Inside the cave, the Death Eaters who stayed behind heard Wizard Ponytail's shrill scream and realized that something had happened outside. They immediately gathered, pulled out their magic wands, and ran towards the cave entrance.
But the originally unobstructed cave entrance was suddenly surrounded by a surging yellow-green fog that appeared out of thin air.
The Wizards who were running at the front could not escape in time. A few of their thin and weak bodies suddenly went limp and fell to the ground, dead.
The remaining two larger Dark Wizards also lost their lives a few seconds later. One of them tried to run forward, while the other tried to hold his breath and began to retreat. But obviously, this was of no help, because they fell to the ground almost at the same time.
"Don't go forward! Someone cast a Cloud of Death spell at the door! " A Wizard who was dressed as a Death Eater and obviously had a higher status than the others shouted. He recognized the spell and quickly pulled the person beside him.
More and more yellow-green fog gradually gathered at the door, replacing the original position of the stone door and blocking all the passages outside the cave.
Everyone stopped in their tracks and collectively took a few steps back, but the magic wands in their hands were still pointed at the door.
"Master just left and we were attacked. This is a trap, quick! Don't just stand there, quickly inform them to come back! " Some of the smarter Dark Wizards immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly tried to report to the Dark Lord.
The smart Wizard who shouted just now used his magic wand to touch the Death Eater mark on his arm when he shouted, but the loose magic power was like a stone thrown into the sea and did not trigger a trace of response. He pressed his arm until it hurt, but he did not feel the familiar burning sensation. "I can't contact Master, someone has set up a shielding enchantment!"
After he finished roaring, the scene became strangely quiet for a moment. At the entrance of the grotto, where the light was blocked by the clouds, in this quiet and almost stagnant passage, they suddenly heard a muffled, heavy, and hurried breathing sound.
Many of the Death Eaters stopped moving in this atmosphere, just as they had a hunch. Then, a dazzling red light shone in the yellow-green fog, illuminating the dark space.
A figure exuding a cold aura of death appeared in front of them. The wizard was wearing an ancient robe and had a standard Aura mask on his face, which was used by medieval doctors to isolate the air. The dazzling light was produced by the red magic power at the tip of the magic wand in his hand.
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