After achieving his goal, Hoffa returned to Chloe's side. However, he did not tell the nun that he had deceived the widow. He only told her that he had borrowed a ship.
The nun did not have any special reaction to this news.
However, as soon as he finished packing their luggage, the nun disappeared, which scared him to death.
He hurriedly left his luggage to look for her, but he could not find her.
As a result, when he returned to the cargo ship with a belly full of anger, the nun came from a distance with a large group of people. There were old and young, men and women, all of them refugees.
Hoffa was stunned. He hurriedly handed the luggage in his hand to a sailor and walked quickly to Chloe's side. "What are you trying to do!?"
Chloe said, "I want to take them with me."
"No, no." Hoffa flatly refused.
"Why not take these people with you? They will die if they stay here. "
"My little grandma, this ship is only about 30 meters long. It is a small transport ship. Such a ship can only carry 20 to 30 people at most. As for those refugees, there are over a hundred of them. Bringing them along only exists in theory. "
"Don't you have any other way? Traceless Stretch Spell?"
"Magic can't change the nature of things. Even if I can stuff them into the cabin, there is not enough food. They will end up worse than now."
Chloe looked at Hoffa suspiciously. "I don't believe you."
"Fine." Hoffa put his hands on his waist and pointed to the supervisors in the distance.
"You don't have to believe me, but I don't have the final say on this ship. You can ask that guy."
"I'll ask."
Chloe said to the people behind her. "Wait for me here."
Hoffa looked at Chloe as she walked towards the supervisors.
On the other side, Maxiu was directing the sailors to move the goods.
After being reminded by his subordinates, he turned his head and shouted, "Hey, why did you bring them here?"
Chloe didn't panic at all. She calmly said, "I want to take them with me."
"With so many people being taken away, what about the supplies? We don't need to defecate on the ship. Do you have Five Biscuits and Two Fish? If you want to imitate Jesus, do it yourself. Don't drag us down with you! "
"Hahaha!"
The sailors and armed thugs at the side roared with laughter, and the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Can't you sympathize with your own kind?"
"I'm sorry, great benefactor. I only know that the ones who want to blow up this place are our own kind. There are some words that you should save for the great Chancellor. "
"You …"
"What about me? Are you crazy? What do their lives have to do with me?" Matthew waved his hand impatiently. "Go away. I'm not your father. I don't have to listen to you."
Chloe was so angry that his face turned white. Hoffa, who was watching from afar, couldn't stand it any longer.
He sighed and pulled her back.
"I know the requirements of your profession, but you have to respect the objective facts. You can't take so many people with you. This ship is so big. "
An old female refugee stood up. She stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe and begged in a low voice, "It's okay. Don't force it. If you can, just take these children with you."
After that,
"This …"
Hoffa hesitated.
This request wasn't too much. There were only about a dozen children in the crowd. However, their destination wasn't the safe Switzerland, but the United Kingdom where Dark Wizards were everywhere. If he were to bring along these burdens, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to move an inch.
However, Chloe agreed.
"Okay, I promise you."
"You guys hang in here. I'll be back."
She said with certainty.
Hey, you two, are you coming up or not?
An overseer shouted condescendingly from the side of the ship.
"We're not taking everyone. We're only taking a few children.
"I said no. Either you two come up, or none of you come up," Matthew stuck his head out and said arbitrarily.
His men pulled the rope and stopped the two people outside the deck.
Just when they were in a stalemate, Widow Mary appeared at the edge of the ship.
"Let them come up."
She said, "It's just a few children. They won't take up too much space and food."
Chloe looked at Mary in surprise. Matthew was also quite surprised.
"These people have nothing to do with us."
"They have something to do with us, Matthew.
I beg you, "the widow whispered.
Looking at the widow's weak appearance in front of him, the man softened. He glared at the two of them.
"You're lucky!"
His men untied the rope, and Chloe escorted the children onto the ship. When she passed by Mary, she sincerely held her hand. "Thank you. You've done a very noble thing."
Mary blushed and lowered her head.
"It's my pleasure."
.....
.....
The smell of land was left behind, and the cargo ship sailed into the fresh smell of the morning sea. Not long after entering the sea, the Sargasso Fruit Sac flashed with phosphorescence. The current hit the cliff of the abyss at the bottom of the sea, stirring up a whirlpool.
On the deck, the children happily gathered around Chloe and played. After all, it was the nature of children. The war and troubles of adults were quickly forgotten.
Widow Mary brought them some food from time to time and talked to Chloe from time to time.
After Mary agreed to let the refugee children board the ship, Chloe's attitude toward her improved significantly.
She began to talk to Mary and help her with some chores. Near dusk, Hoffa even saw Chloe sitting on the deck with her and reciting a few poems to her in French.
While Chloe was reciting the poem, Mary was sitting on the deck with her hands on her cheeks, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
The friendship between them seemed to come faster than Hoffa expected.
At dusk, just as Hoffa was guarding Chloe on the second deck, the captain of the ship came to Hoffa with a few sailors. "Yo."
He had never seen these people before. Judging from their appearance, they were not with Matthew and the armed thugs.
One of the sailors took out a bottle of beer and handed it to Hoffa. He looked very friendly.
Hoffa declined the beer and nodded politely. "Hello."
"You're Frank's friend?"
The captain asked.
"Yes."
"Then are you … that kind of person?"
The captain's expression made it seem like he was a thief.
"What kind of person?"
Hoffa was puzzled.
"Frank's kind … uh …"
As he asked, the captain looked at Hoffa. "Someone who can use the magical black stick."
Hoffa understood what he was talking about.
The world war had led to the collapse of various social orders. Under such circumstances, it was not surprising that Muggles knew about the existence of wizards.
"I don't have a magic wand, but I am a wizard," he replied.
"You don't have a magic wand …?"
The captain was a little suspicious.
"Uh-huh." Hoffa did not deny it.
A few sailors who were drinking beer crossed their arms and looked curious.
The captain said, "Then can you show us what you can do?"
Hoffa smiled. "I'm not a magician."
"Show us what you can do." The captain had an expectant look on his face.
A few sailors next to him also agreed. "Show us."
"It's just a look. You won't lose anything."
Hoffa just smiled and leaned on the railing. He looked at the sunset over the sea in the distance and did not move.
After some failed persuasion, the sailors probably thought that he was playing tricks. Their expressions became a little contemptuous. The sailors who did not want to embarrass themselves left him.
But after a few steps, a cry of surprise came from behind.
"Eh?"
One of the sailors who was drinking beer suddenly realized that the beer in his bottle could not be poured out.
He raised the bottle in confusion and looked at it under the setting sun. He saw that the opening of the glass bottle in his hand was wrapped up like a rope for some reason. Not a single drop of beer flowed out.
But just a moment ago, the opening of the bottle was still normal.
At this moment, all the sailors who were holding beer realized this problem and started to make a fuss.
The gray-haired boy leaning on the railing raised an arm.
"It's best not to drink when sailing, understand?"
They looked at the back of the boy and threw away the twisted beer bottle in their hands. They pushed and shoved each other as they retreated.
.....
.....
Finally, the sun sank into the sea and night fell.
The children on the deck were tired from playing. Under Chloe's instructions, they all went to the cabins below the deck to rest.
The room that Mary arranged for Hoffa was quite comfortable. There were heavy brass flower pots with green plants in the room. The tile floor was like an old marble chessboard. The shutter door was like a gilded iron cage. The redwood paneling gave off the fragrance of lemon oil and small cigars.
He lay down in an armchair. The fluffy fiber padding and the soft Belgian carpet were a comfortable contrast.
But he did not let the warmth go to his head. The destination of this ship was not England. He had to think of a way to make it change direction.
Just as he was thinking. There was a knock on the door. When he opened it, it was Chloe.
Her face was full of excitement and joy. After entering the door, she happily twirled in circles. "I have a good idea, Hoffa."
"What is it?"
"When we return to England, I want to build a monastery there so that those children can live there."
"Mm."
"I think that woman called Mary is not bad." Chloe said, "She's much better than I expected. Today, she even accompanied me to distribute food to the children."
"Mm."
"When my monastery is built, I can let Mary be my assistant."
"Is that so?" Hoffa smiled.
He did not tell her that Mary's destination was not England at all. In fact, this ship was not heading to England at all.
Chloe asked, "What about you?"
"Me?"
"What plans do you have? Wait until we return to England."
After waiting for a long time, Hoffa squeezed out a few words. "We'll see."
The nun said excitedly.
"How about you come over after my monastery is built? I can open a male monastery and hire a few priests to teach you about Christianity step by step …"
"Hmph …"
Before she finished, Hoffa chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?"
Chloe asked curiously.
"You want to preach to me?"
"Hehe, can't I?"
"Did I tell you that my father is actually an Asian?"
"So what?"
"There's a saying in the East, 'Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs'. I don't believe in God, and I don't believe that God cares about humans. So no matter what you say, I won't believe it." Hoffa rejected Chloe without hesitation.
The nun's passionate expression froze and slowly disappeared. The boy in front of her was like a firefighter standing on an iceberg. No matter how passionate she was, there would always be cold water poured over her, making her sober and dispirited.
She stood up. "I'm going back. It's late, you should rest early."
"Mm."
Chloe closed the door unhappily. She was in a bad mood.
Other than the sound of the engine, the room was silent.
Hoffa sat up from the chair. At this point, Chloe still did not know where the ship was heading. He only thought that he had borrowed a ship, but the ship was not heading to his destination.
How to change the ship's course and head to England was his biggest problem.
His purpose was unspeakable, and he did not want to tell anyone, but he had to change the direction of the ship, no matter the cost.
As he thought about it, his eyes focused on the sea map hanging on the wall.
They were now in the English Channel. The English Channel was only 560 kilometers long. It was not very wide, but it was very narrow. The narrowest part of the Dover Strait was only 34 kilometers wide.
If he could find a relatively suitable position, he could change the direction without anyone noticing.
Maybe it would only take two days, or even one day. Maybe when the crew realized what was going on, the ship would be close to the English coast.
At that time, he could transform into Thunderbird, bring Chloe to the British Isles, send him to London, and hand him over to Fatir. Maybe …
Thinking of this, he bit his lower lip. His body trembled slightly, and he punched his palm.
After making up his mind, he opened the door without hesitation and sneaked into the captain's room under the cover of the night.
The room leading to the captain's room was actually guarded by two armed thugs. This posed no threat to Hoffa, who was good at stealth. He bypassed the guards and then climbed to the top of the cabin like a chameleon. He wanted to change the route to the English without anyone noticing.
However, when he stood against the wall at the door of the captain's room, he heard someone talking in the captain's room.
"Is Mary resting?"
"Yes."
"Where is she sleeping?"
"Below deck, in the third bedroom, but …"
"But what?"
"But you can't go there."
"Why?"
"Because she lives with that ugly nun."
"Bullshit, for real?"
"For real.
"Motherf * cker …"
Hoffa poked his head out slightly and saw the scene in the room.
Matthew cursed as he put his feet on the instrument tray, took out a bottle of wine and a cigarette, and puffed. Next to him was the captain he saw during the day.
Matthew said, "If you ask me, that nun is ugly, but she has a good figure. Even with her head covered, she looks the same. Are you interested? "
"Don't mess around, Matthew. The boy next to her is a wizard. "
"Ha."
Matthew's hand paused. "What did you say?"
"I said don't mess around. That gray-haired boy is a wizard!" The captain warned in a low voice.
Matthew's legs, which were propped up on the cabinet, jerked back.
"Another wizard!?"
"Yes, I went to test him during the day, and he can block the bottle without anyone noticing."
"Block the bottle? What are you talking about … "
The captain mysteriously took out a knotted glass bottle from under the cabinet and handed it to Matthew.
Matthew stared at the bottle with his eyes wide open and sighed in relief. He threw the bottle away and said, "That's it. I thought it was some kind of trick. It's a far cry from real witchcraft. "He waved his hand indifferently.
"What kind of witchcraft have you seen?"
"Of course I have. Do you know how Frank died?"
"How did he die?" The captain was curious.
Matthew had a look of fear on his face as he fell into his memories.
"I still remember three days ago, Frank took us to the sea to receive a batch of goods from the Americas. As a result, the entire sea was inexplicably frozen when the goods were delivered.
Then, a man carrying a huge cross sword walked on the sea like a statue. He was unreachable and unstoppable.
With just one strike, he cut Frank's boat in half. Frank jumped into the sea and tried to escape. But he caught it in his hand and cut it in half in the blink of an eye.
That day, all of Frank's smuggling boats were annihilated in less than three minutes by the cannon fire. If you want to ask me what witchcraft is, that man is the one using witchcraft. "
After listening to Matthew's words, the captain looked at the bottle in his hand and threw it away angrily. "How dare he tease me … Since that's not real witchcraft, what should we do about the ugly nun and the gray-haired man?"
"We'll give him some medicine," Frank said faintly.
Frank said indifferently, "Increase the dosage and put it in their breakfast. Send it to him and that stupid nun tomorrow morning. Throw these two guys and those refugees into the sea as soon as possible, so that I don't feel disgusted looking at them."
"But … Madam Dean …?"
"Hmm?"
Matthew made a long, questioning sound through his nose.
"I'm sorry, what about Miss Mary?
"Let her be. Her ears are soft. Just give her a little knock and she will be convinced. This time, let her know who's the boss here."
"I understand."
In the face of Matthew's arrogance, the captain whispered in agreement.
An hour later.
The full moon hung high on the sea.
The captain's room fell into silence. Only the sound of snoring could be heard.
Hoffa quietly walked out of the darkness and tiptoed around a few glass bottles on the ground.
Matthew was leaning on the leather chair, snoring with his head tilted back. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. The captain was lying in the crane next to him, snoring loudly.
Standing next to the sleeping Matthew, Hoffa raised his right hand. His fingers grew longer and longer like vines. They gradually intertwined and turned into a sharp spiral spike.
He raised the sharp spike that was shining with a cold light and stabbed it down heavily.
Just a second before the blood splattered on the spot, a nut flew from a distance and hit Hoffa's head with a bang.
His hand tilted after the pain, and the sharp spike missed the target again and scratched under Matthew's temple. It pierced straight through his ear.
The man who was sleeping soundly screamed.
"Who … Who's there!!"
He pushed Hoffa away and fell to the ground. He rolled and crawled to sit up and saw a pair of golden eyes in the darkness.
The scream woke up the captain. He pulled out a rifle from under the console and pointed it at Hoffa with a trembling hand.
"You … Put your hands up!"
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