After Allen returned to the warm and comfortable room, the first thing he did was to send the owl to Leonard and Professor Fleevy.
The sky gradually darkened, and the cruel and merciless snow began to wreak havoc everywhere. Outside, a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing the falling snowflakes into a boundless whirlpool, dancing and spinning in the air.
Sometimes, as the wind grew weaker, the snowflakes would fly, one after another, noiselessly and endlessly, and fall softly upon the land that was gradually enveloped in darkness.
"Why hasn't Uncle Leonard replied yet?" Jessica lay on the table in boredom, watching the knitting needles on the sofa crisscrossing.
Looking at the falling snow outside the window, Alan still had time to think: Is it Jupiter, the Roman god, who is pulling goose feathers on Mount Olympus, or are those holy angels shaking off their feathers?
Ian jumped down from the bench by the window. He was determined not to wait for the owl's reply. "It's silly of us to wait like this!"
His words successfully attracted the attention of Jessica and Allen. "If it's really the criminals who broke out of prison, they won't be waiting for us there all the time."
Ian's eyes lit up as he came up with a good idea. "Why don't we keep an eye on them first? In case they change their position, we can get the exact information."
Jessica responded enthusiastically to his suggestion.
A newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger. Young people were always hot-blooded and fearless.
Allen's resistance was ineffective. In Ian's words, "If you're a coward, you can stay here by yourself. We have to go."
Allen had no choice but to leave a note on the table to tell them where they were going.
The weather was bitterly cold, and snowflakes were falling heavily outside, covering the whole city like a white sheet.
After Phantom Shift arrived in New York City, Ian took Allen and Jessica to Green Wood Cemetery.
Hundreds of gorgeously decorated cemeteries stood on the vast land. The snow was piled up with intricately carved statues, each wearing a white hat on their strange heads.
There were also some unadorned cemeteries. In the baptism of the heavy snow, every grave was neatly covered by snow.
Tall buildings, white with snow, formed a solemn procession around the rows of stone tombs.
At this time, darkness had completely engulfed the land. Apart from the small house where the night watchers lived, the cemetery was pitch-black.
The three daring Magi patrolled the surroundings of Greenwood Cemetery, but they didn't find anything suspicious.
"Alan, did you hear wrong?" Jessica kept rubbing her hands in the cold. She was freezing. "Alan, did you hear wrong?"
"We can't give up. I firmly believe that Allen didn't mishear." On the other hand, the Ian firmly believed in Allen. The one who understands you the most is your opponent. This sentence is indeed a famous saying!
"Look, there's a small house." Allen pointed to the back of the cemetery. In the shadow of the wall, there was a small two-story Italian style house.
Its windows were all closed and there was no sound. It seemed that the owner had left.
Around the house, there were many cold-resistant trees. However, these trees didn't grow big and were swaying in the bone-chilling wind.
"Why didn't we find this house after walking around so many times?" Jessica asked.
"Maybe some kind of secret spell was cast on it, and then we don't know when it was broken, so we can see it." Allen guessed.
"No matter what, it must have something to do with Magi. Let's go up and take a look. "The Ian was full of courage and perseverance.
"There are guards outside. How can we get there?" Jessica asked.
"We can fly over." Allen summoned two flying brooms that were cast with a shrinking spell and enlarged them.
"That's amazing!" The Ian exclaimed.
After Allen cast the Illusory Body Spell on everyone, the three of them flew up, braving the biting cold wind, flying high and quietly landing in the courtyard.
They hid under a window. Allen heard a voice from inside, "You, do you have any accomplices?"
"No!" A tough voice was heard. Allen almost exclaimed. It was Leonard's voice. He was caught!
"How did you know we were here?" A cold voice was heard.
"Humph!" Leonard grunted in pain. He didn't say anything.
"It seems that you won't tell the truth if I don't do something powerful! Heart-Piercing! " Leonard's screams instantly became louder. Both Jessica and Ian recognized the owner of the voice. They were held tightly by Allen, so they restrained their urge to rescue Leonard.
"Boss, how about we leave first?" A greasy voice was heard.
"No, Tiberi is about to deliver the goods to me. We can't leave now. Continue the interrogation. "An extremely cold voice that sent chills down one's spine was giving orders.
Leonard's screams continued to be heard from the room.
At this moment, three masked Magi in black robes appeared in the yard. They were carrying a large box. The box was dripping wet, and the edges of the box were dripping with water.
The short Magus in the middle was constantly cutting off the icicles that were about to touch the ground.
"You guys wait here. Don't act on your own. I'll go in and check the situation. " Allen activated the invisibility function of Miao Miao's robe and disappeared under the expectant gazes of Jessica and the Ian.
Allen followed the three Magi into the room. He saw Leonard, whose face was full of scars.
He had obviously been abused. His hands and feet were shackled, and he couldn't move.
Apart from that, the most eye-catching thing in the room was the Magus sitting by the arched fireplace.
His appearance was like that of an eagle, and his expression was arrogant and full of murderous intent.
This person seemed to be agile, cruel, vicious, and merciless. He did what he said he would do and had no qualms about doing it.
Coupled with his thick white hair and the deep scar that extended from his nose to his temples, this already shocking face added a hint of savagery to it.
On his right, a dark-skinned, skinny, and small Male Magus held a magic wand in his hand and stared at the three Magi who walked in.
Greed had left many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the vicious greed of pigs and wolves was fighting on his face.
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